The mafia Alpha's witch

Chapter 8 - Feeling blue.

Wayne

What was that thing?! I looked at Serina. I felt ashamed, scared, and embarrassed, but most importantly, I was in pain for causing her pain, and I had no excuse. She was right. That is when I noticed her hesitating on saying something, when panic set in.

“Serina, please think about this, I’m sorry please!” I pleaded, I would give anything to not hear that sentence. “I can't lose you… please.” A look of pain flashed across her face, and her eyes welled with tears, causing my chest to grow heavy, my heart feeling like it’s shattering over, and over.

I took her hand softly. “Please don’t do this…” I said softly, trying to calm her down.

Serina

He made it so hard to reject him, because I truly didn’t want to, but he did something that hurt me, and I needed to hurt him back. I softly took my hand out of his, feeling the heat and sparks fade. I looked down, before looking back up at him.

“I, Serina Ramirez, reject you Wayne Vikander, future Alpha of the Vikander pack, as my mate.” The moment I said it I collapsed to the floor, feeling like my heart got ripped out of my chest, the pain was unbearable! Wayne seemed to have also felt the pain as he collapsed to the floor, clutching his chest in agony. My vision faded in and out of focus, as a nasty ringing in my ears persisted. The pain eventually subsided, my vision clearing up, and my breath returning to my lungs. I finally found the strength I needed, and stood back up, slowly walking out of the room, with Ethan trotting closely behind me.

I thought it would be better to get my mind off of some things by going back to the library, it just ended up being boring, so I walked towards the kitchen, and decided on baking some blueberry cupcakes for the rest of the pack, since I was craving some, and maybe they would appreciate a cupcake or two?

I got the flour, and all the other ingredients that I needed, before measuring everything in a couple of bowls beforehand. I mixed all the dry ingredients with all the wet ingredients, and I decided to add the whole blueberries to the mix. The batter looked nice, however, I still needed to bake it and create the frosting. I filled the cupcake liners with the batter, adding a few white chocolate pieces to the middle.

I was happy to finally be doing something with the time I had to spend being locked up in this hellhole. I set the timer for the cupcakes, and started on a white chocolate flavoured frosting that complimented the blueberries, adding a richness to the dessert.

That is when I thought that a homemade blueberry jam would go great with the frosting. Ethan was trotting along the kitchen floor, making sure no one bothered me, causing a soft smile to fix itself on my saddened features from the events prior. I still couldn’t believe he would do that. I mean, I know we haven’t had the best start to a relationship, but I didn’t think he would have actually gone, and choose himself a new mate.

The thought stung, and I found myself trying to forget about what had just transpired here today. Suddenly, the timer for the cupcakes went off, which snapped me out of my daze. I looked at the time, and it had been a couple of hours since I last saw anyone. I wonder what they are all up to? I waited for the cupcakes to cool down before piping on the frosting, and adding a small bit of jam on top, now to add an individual blueberry to the top of each one, and the cupcakes were done! What a relief. I should probably go clean up and tell everyone the good news.

I packed all the cupcakes on top of the main table where everyone sat to eat, before returning to the room I was forced to share with that scumbag of a mate. I headed up the stairs, and walked up towards the door, before knocking. However, there was no answer. I shrugged, thinking nothing of the fact that it was so quiet, and opened the door.

I headed inside looking around for any trace that someone might be in here, but luckily there wasn’t anyone in here, which led me to believe they were all out on a big hunt or something similar. I climbed into the shower, feeling the hot water cascade down my aching body. Baking sure does take a lot out of you, especially if it is for more than 500 people, I think?

It didn’t really matter, although I hope everyone gets one, I really tried hard to forget about everything, but it seemed to be plaguing my mind. I finished the shower, and stepped out, drying myself off, when I realized my clothes were still on the bed. I walked out of the bathroom rolling my eyes, before letting the towel drop to the ground.

I heard a commotion outside in the halls, great they had to be back from whatever they were all up to. I put on my underwear when I heard the room’s doorknob turn. My face paled as the door swung open, revealing a drunken Wayne. Oh… they were out celebrating something, probably his engagement to that b!tch Lilly.

I rolled my eyes and looked away from him, grabbing my clothes, to change inside the bathroom. I suddenly felt a hand softly grabbing my wrists, which caused me to turn around.

It was Wayne, and he looked like a shell of who he once was, before the rejection, making my heart ache. It pained me to see him like this, but I couldn’t just forgive him for everything that he had done. Wayne got closer, his intoxicating scent mixed with alcohol, reached my senses, and without a word he cupped my cheeks in his hand, swiping away the tears I never even knew I had. He looked at me with a pained smile before he parted his lips. “I hate seeing you cry Serina.” He said, his smile fading into a look of worry.