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Until the weekend, I couldn't be myself. The times I visited my aunt in the hospital, she kept asking why I looked so worn out, but I hid everything from her because I didn't need her to worry.
Her hospital bills had been cleared up, and the loans I took, too. I also had enough to cater for the household bills and everything which had to do with my brother's tuition fees. Yet, I still felt so empty and incomplete.
Each time I shut my eyes, I saw him, staring back at me with those beautiful eyes that made my heart race. I never felt this way for his nephew, who was even my mate, and I still couldn't process why I was dying over a man old enough to be my father.
Having memories of the days I worked with him was the worst thing to ever happen to me, because it was finally like a torment, bringing tears to my eyes each time.
“I'd love to club with you this weekend, Susan. I have to clear my head a bit.” I said to my friend through the phone, about breaking my code of ‘no clubbing’ just so I would be the good girl for my mate who betrayed me.
She went mute for some time, maybe too shocked at how I called to tell her that. “Are you for real? You're going to be a baddie once you go there.”
I chuckled and nodded, “Of course, I know.”
“Wait! Were you really sacked?”
My phone went dead, and I let out a frustrating hiss. How didn't I know that the battery was so low, so I could plug it in?
That weekend, Susan waited for me at the bus stop where we would join a cab to drop us off. I had taken my time and reached a boutique where I made the best choice of what to wear, because surely, I was going to get all the fun I denied myself for these years.
When Susan saw me, she couldn't even speak but stared at me with her mouth wide open. After a long time, she finally found her words. “Is everything really okay? You're behaving so strangely that I think this is more than being sacked.”
I ran my tongue across my lips. Who would want to be sacked?
“Tell me, did you fall for him that badly after he rejected your advances? You told me how you loved him, but you shouldn't be going crazy over him if things ended already,” she gestured, but I seriously wasn't in the mood to listen to her. “Look, Unity, do you mind telling me everything? You don't look like your real self…”
I turned to her, “I'm doing what I wanted to do…”
“Uh-huh? If that's the case, then why have you been scowling? What man would approach you with those expressions you've been wearing?”
That was when I realised how mean I had looked, and so I promised to brighten up.
“Alpha supreme isn't the kinda man you need. He lives in a different world, you know…although he's older than you and would take care of you so well. But since it didn't work out, you get to move on and search for other jobs.” She kept talking, adjusting my hair to a different style she thinks fits me well. “You look damn hot in this dress, and I look forward to having you grab a man.”
It wasn't comforting, because I hoped to grab Alpha Geralt once again.
‘You're so dumb. How could you think he would be there?’ My wolf ranted, and I ignored her because I wasn't in the mood to exchange words with her. ‘He's gotten over us, so move on.’
I didn't think I could.
It was so easy to forget about Tyrion, or maybe because his uncle came into the show just immediately, and I was even the one who initiated the rejection. But I didn't see myself drowning in thoughts about a man who thinks I was a kid to him.
Susan and I boarded a cab to the club as it was getting too late. It was my first time, but I didn't want to act as one, or men who would want to come closer could step back, thinking I wasn't a baddie.
“Babes, I'm going to teach you all the bad things you need to know about this place. But I hope you won't hate me later on.” Susan muttered to me as we alighted from the cab. “Amongst all, you're going to make sure not to get drunk because that's when men who think they can't bag you would take advantage of you.”
My brows furrowed. Take advantage of me?
But I was actually planning to get drunk all by myself tonight.
How dangerous was this place? If I am not able to get drunk, then how would I be able to forget my worries? I wasn't just here to bag as many men as I wanted alone.
We entered the building, and I couldn't believe that the pack had such a crowd. Was it because it was a new club? The multitudes were all making a hell of a noise, in addition to the buzz of the music.
The dim light made it uneasy to see people's faces, even though I didn't give a damn about them.
“While you stay here, I'll grab us something to drink,” Susan whispered to me the moment we got to our table. She dropped her handbag on her seat and left, while I stayed there comfortably, just darting my eyes from one corner to the other.
My cell phone buzzed in my bag, and I checked only to see the message from my aunt. I hadn't told her I was clubbing, but with everything she wrote, she seemed to have finally come to know everything going on in my life.
‘That f*****g Aslan!!’ I growled inwardly, amid gritted teeth, texting him to bash at him for spilling those secrets.
[Aunt got so worried, so I had to tell her. She is even happy it happened that way and says you must move on from Alpha Supreme as he isn't your match and staying around him could even endanger your life.]
I read all those from Aslan and didn't even know what to respond with, so I dropped my cell phone back into my handbag.
When the chair before me made a sound, I raised my head with a smile, thinking it was Susan. But behold, Tyrion sat before me, his expression cold, with his legs crossed like he owned the whole place.
“On whose order are you clubbing?” came his voice, authoritative as always. “You're my mate, and you should tell me first before you show up to these kinda places.”
My forehead wrinkled. Even when we dated, did I stay away from clubbing because of him? I only lived my life to please me and not him. So, what the f**k was this supposed to mean?
“And, how long have you been spying on me? You can't just be here to club when it's not a place for high ranks like you." I managed to ask, and he made a strong face. “Tyrion!!”
“Alpha Tyrion! Did you forget your respect at home?” he lashed out, and I bit my lower lip. “Well, I learnt you've been dropped by my uncle, and I only wanted to let you know that I would accept you with full arms if you think over my offer and return to me. Reason I haven't accepted your rejection yet.”
My palms clenched on my thighs while glaring at him, vomiting those words.
How shameless was this man? Was his Luna infertile to need a breeder or what?
I didn't even know what to say to him, and only watched as he stood and made his way out.
His uncle had done well to give me reasons not to go back to him. So what would he now use to weaken me this time?
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