Payback Hurts (Book ONE) ✔️

Payback Hurts- Chapter 7: Sorry Is Never Enough (Dylan's POV)

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I sat in the pack hospital room; the lights dim, listening to the sound of the heart meter beeping, proving that my mate was still alive. My heartache with reject and hatred. That man, Victor, thought that he could just take my mat from me and actually leave with her? He had to be out of his mind. He also sat on the other side of the bed of Cassie, holding her hand, looking at her with passion, love, and regret. How do I know this? It was the way I looked at her. When she came to my office that first day... I almost didn't even know it was her, but the feeling was there; that same feeling I felt in the diner that night two years ago...

Nobody would truly understand the regret and pain I felt for rejecting Cassie that day. I was a kid... An idiotic kid. I sit here and watch a man that I really want to rip apart, hold my mates hand tenderly and the thing was... I deserved it. What I did to her that day... I would never forgive myself and to see the pain in my father's eyes when I rejected Cassie... It brought tears to my eyes now, just thinking about him. I missed him and I can't believe on his dying bed, he died disappointed in his only son.

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(One year earlier)

I sat in the diner with Jessica on my lap. She had a bad habit of just doing that, no matter what I told her or how many times I told her to stop she'd continuously do it anyway.

"So, babe, I was wondering if you were coming to my party tonight?" She asked all bubbly like.

I looked over at my dad who was wiping off the bar counter. My dad no longer looked the same; he now had gray hairs, no longer could you see the darkness in his hair, he was far quieter than ever. He only spoke to his beta, Cassie's dad. Ever since I rejected her in front of the pack, he just talked to him. I haven't heard my fathers voice in months, he was always silent around me.

"Babe!" Jessica whined. "Are you even listening to me?!?"

"No, sorry, what'd you say?"

"I said. 'If you wanna come, you're going to have to ditch school tomorrow to help me set up OK?'"

I looked back at my dad and saw him staring at me, I looked away and nodded at Jessica. She jumped off of my lap and ran out of the door happily. I shook my head and went back to eating my pizza.

"Dude, you need to slow down on that shit," Oscar said. He always had something smart to say to me, ever since Cassie left he's been acting like my dad. Only this one actually talked to me, but when he did, he was being sarcastic or snapping at me like a bitch.

"Shut the fuck up Oscar, I'm a werewolf I can we what I want!"

Half of the table laughed, but the rest understand that when I snapped back at Oscar it was getting serious, but Oscar knew better than to try and pick a fight with me. I'm his future Alpha and if he pissed me off he might just get his ass beat. Oscar got up and walked away from the table.

"So are you going to the party tonight?" One of Jessica's friends asked me, she was hard to remember. I just could never seem to remember her name.

"I said I was going help her, didn't I? Damn, learn to fucking listen bitch." I said as I got up and left the diner. I walked home, the long way at that. I needed to think.

I thought about Cassandra. Surprising right? I'm the one that rejected her! I shook my head, but she still stayed there. I couldn't get the look of the pain and sorrow from when I rejected her to leave my head. It haunts me, I can't sleep, always waking up in the middle of the night at the sight and feeling of how much I hurt her. I wonder where she is if she's okay. What if something happened to her? What if she was hurt? What if... what if she was... dead? I couldn't bring to think of that. Not that, not her dying or being died.