Chapter Two – Cheating Mate
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Iris
It was a cold night, and I was standing outside Blake's massive mansion, I stared at it for sometime, trying to build my courage. I could hear the music even from here. I heaved patting the dress I spent hours getting on. It was Jenny and Mia idea thay helped get my usually wild brown hair tamed into soft curly waves, and Mia borrowed me her dress that made my amber eyes pop out.
"You're going to get in trouble," I mumbled aside, but I walked up the steps anyway.
Feeling the pull. I guess Blake's pull was stronger than my fear of Marcus's disapproval.
Inside, the party was in full swing. Bodies moved to the music, red cups dotted every surface, no one really noticed me, which I was greatful for.
This place is surely not for me. I clutched the purse tight against my chest, wishing I'd brought my sketchbook after all. At least then I'd have something to do besides standing here awkwardly.
"You came!"
Blake appeared through the crowd, and my breath caught. He looked amazing in dark jeans and a gray henley that brought out his eyes. Those eyes were fixed on me now, which give me goosebumps.
Is he checking me out?
"I wasn't sure you would," he uttered, taking a step closer. "You look beautiful." He whispered.
A blush crept up my neck. No one had ever called me beautiful before. Not even Marcus.
"Thank you," I managed. "Your house is amazing." I said wholeheartedly
Blake grinned. "Come on, let me give you the tour. Starting with the best seats in the house." He gestured toward a raised area where a few couches formed a VIP section. My stomach fluttered as he placed his hand on the small of my back, walking me through the crowd.
We ended up talking for hours. Blake was nothing like I expected—yes, he was confident and charismatic, but he was also funny and surprisingly nice.
We talked mustly about my art, and he listen, like really listened when I talked about wanting to do more than just sketches someday. It was odd that I opende to him, laughing at his stories about pack politics and some basketball team drama.
"I can't believe you did that!" I giggled as he finished telling me about a prank gone wrong in the locker room.
"Hey, how was I supposed to know the coach would walk in right then?" Blake's eyes crinkled at the corners when he laughed. "You should draw that story. Really capture the moment Coach Richards's face turned purple."
"Maybe I will," I said, surprising myself with how flirty it came out.
Blake leaned closer, and my heart skipped. "I'd love to see—"
"What the f**k is this?"
We were cut by an angry voice, making everyone paused. I turned to see Marcus, standing at the edge of the VIP section, with a cup in his hand.
I gulped. I'm doomed.
He crushed the cup in one grib. His handsome face twisted with rage.
"Marcus," I called, standing up. "I—" I stammered.
He threw the drink in his hand on me, soaking my borrowed dress. I gasped when the cold liquid soaking my dress.
"So this is what you do when I'm not around?" Marcus yelled, his eyes changing color, beta-gold.
"Whoring yourself out with the alpha-to-be?" he spat, his words stapling me.
The party went quiet, even the music turned off. Everyone more intrested in the drama.
I was embarrassed, feeling dozens of eyes on my wet dress, my flushed face.
"Marcus, hear me out please," I whispered. "It's not—" I tried to explain but he cut me off.
"Not what? Not what it looks like?" He laughed bitterly. "My mate, practically in Blake Stone's lap? Everyone knows what a player he is, and here you are, throwing yourself at him like a cheap—"
"That's enough," Blake stood, his voice carrying the weight of future alpha authority.
But Marcus wasn't finished. His next words shattered what was left of my heart: "I, Marcus Chen, reject you, Iris Morgan. I reject our mate bond. I won't be tied to a cheating whore." he ended, his word hot like coals.
His words echoed in the silent room. Making me shiver, tears slide down my cheeks as I felt the mate bond snapping, as he finished his sentence.
Rejection. I feel a void where Marcus's presence had been.
Wolves whispers fiilled the room, and I knew my life at Mooncliff would never be the same.
I was mateless. Rejected. Ruined.
And all because I'd dared to dream about someone who actually saw me.
Is this really happening?
I said that's enough." Blake repeated, making me gulped.
Is he going to distaste me now?
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