Alora's Pov
"You know what? You can w***e around all you like! You're right, I'm not your mate, why should I be concerned who you f**k with?"
His words hurt deeper than knife cut would. It was like pouring hot lava on an open wound, it cut through me more because he mentioned 'w***e' and I in a single sentence even though I know it isn't true.
He left the library room with anger rolling off him in waves while I stood rooted to the floor, speechless.
I never knew he'd talk to me that way even out of anger, although I pushed him, thinking it was okay if I pushed him to see that he was truly jealous.
My insides turned as I recalled the hurtful words over and over in my head. The door he had knocked down in a haste to open the door laid haphazardly on the floor, almost splintered into two
