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Unable to help myself, I stopped and turned my gaze slightly toward him, holding back every desire his touch provoked in me. “King James,” I hinted, almost without uttering a word.
For a moment, I thought that with his gaze and the fact that he had rescued me from that i***t Liam, James would accept my proposal and everything would be clear, but his next words were like a dagger in my chest.
"I hope I don't have to rescue you again, let alone see you. Is that okay?" he hinted.
I was completely stunned when I heard him say that. For some reason, his words hurt me. But, without showing my feelings, I nodded briefly: “I understand.” “It won't happen again,” I hinted, forcing a smile.
Only after I said that did James finally let go of my hand and settle into his seat.
“You can go now,” he announced.
Hearing him say that was enough for me to finally get out of the car. I wanted to turn around and close the door, but James was quicker and, with a sharp movement, closed it behind me, making me jump back a little.
I was left alone, under the cold light of a Christmas streetlamp, watching the luxury car drive away into the night on Christmas Eve.
I let out an exhausting sigh and, looking up at the sky and closing my eyes, I opened my lips. “Why do I have to endure so much humiliation?”
I couldn't understand why nothing good happened to me after that i***t Liam rejected me.
We were supposed to spend this Christmas celebrating our honeymoon and welcoming the new year as happy newlyweds, but the reality was far from what I had imagined. Not only had Liam rejected me, but so had his father-in-law, who made it clear that he wanted nothing to do with me.
Without thinking twice, I walked to my front door, opened it, and felt the air of sadness and worry wash over my face.
Fortunately, it was a little late, and I knew my mother and sister were asleep, so I felt a little relieved.
With that in mind, I turned to close the door, but I almost fell flat on my face when I realized that James's car had stopped two houses down from mine.
For a moment, I thought the man was crossing the corner, but instead, I saw him roll down the car window and his perfect, handsome face lean in my direction.
Shit, a heavy air hit my chest like a bullet, but in a second he was back in his seat and the car drove off, letting me breathe the last breath I had in my chest.
"Wow, Mr. James, you sure know how to make me feel more useless" I said to myself.
After closing the door, I finally went up to my room and took a long shower. I wanted to wash away the scent of Liam and his disgusting friends as soon as possible.
In fact, the mere thought of having to go back to that damn bar to work for that unpleasant man and put up with Liam and his friends made me sick.
I could do better things than lose my dignity. In fact, I had powerful gamma blood, and my father had been acclaimed in our old pack.
If it weren't for those damn eight million dollars, I wouldn't have to go through all this. But, unfortunately, things never change in my favor.
With that in mind, I submerged myself completely in the bathtub, trying to drown out the Christmas carols coming through the window with my thoughts.
“I deserve better than this,” I told myself.
At that, an idea crossed my mind. I had to continue with the academy and do my best to become a gamma of the kingdom. I didn't care that I had been excluded because of the gossip about my father; I would do anything to save our honor!
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After a long shower in which I thought a lot, I finally got out of the bathtub and went straight to my room.
I put on some fluffy pajamas, the only festive thing about this horrible Christmas. When I was ready, I threw myself on the bed and grabbed my phone to call Agatha.
Luckily, she answered right away. “Gosh, I was just about to call you! What the hell happened?” Agatha asked, sounding concerned.
“What do you mean?” I asked, hoping that no one at the bar had seen what happened with James and the rest.
However, once again, reality hit me hard.
“Bridge, we all saw what that jerk Liam did to you! His screams could be heard throughout the bar,” she hinted.
Shit, when I heard her, I almost turned off the phone, and I sank into the new humiliation of my life. But, as always, I faced reality.
“Yes, that i***t kept insisting on his stupid proposal. But that's not why I'm calling you,” I told Agatha, trying to avoid the subject.
“What's going on, are you okay?” she asked.
“I'm fine. I just don't think I'll be going back to that bar. Especially after what happened today,” I said.
Agatha was completely silent for a few seconds, but just as she was about to speak, a message appeared on my phone screen.
“This has to be a damn joke,” I said mockingly when I saw the name of the contact.
“What? What happened? Bridge, you can't leave me here alone. This is hell without you!” she added.
However, when I was about to reply, I couldn't help but feel intrigued by the message “Sorry, I'll call you later.”
“Hey, no, you can't leave me like this...” Agatha's voice cut off along with the call.
Ignoring her, I opened Liam's message and frowned. Who did this i***t think he was, texting me after what he had done at the bar?
"-What the hell, you're a w***e. It hasn't even been a week since we broke up and you're already f*****g every guy you see?-"
Liam's message was explicit, but it made me laugh out loud. However, just as I was about to ignore the message, a new one arrived.
“I never thought you were one of those whores who sleep with men for money. I see I made the right decision not to marry you. I would never accept a w***e like you as my mate...”
With every word this man spoke, my wolf burned with pain. Even though I didn't feel anything for Liam, he was still my mate, and the only one suffering was my wolf.
“Damn it, I should have offered you money so you would spread your legs for me like you do for other men. Maybe I wasted my time trying to have a serious relationship with a cheap w***e like you.”
Was this real? Was he really saying all this to me?
In seconds, my eyes filled with tears as my heart pounded.
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