The Alpha CEO's Human Mate

Chapter 2

WREN'S POV

I took a glimpse of my wristwatch to check the time. I blew out a sigh again. To be honest, I didn't know how many times I'd been sighing. I was waiting for almost two hours already and there was still no Jeff that appeared. I was certain he didn't forget that we had to meet up. Plus, he usually came five to ten minutes later every time we had plans. It was unusual of him to be so late now.

And truth be told, I already felt uneasy when I had stepped out of my house. I didn't know why but I just had a feeling that something not nice would happen. I just really hope it was nothing. It was driving me crazy.

"Hey." Finally, I heard Jeff's voice from behind me.

I turned around to face him, smiling. "Thank goodness! You're here." I hugged him shortly. He looked so handsome, and hugging him gave me warmth.

"Uhm, Wren..." His voice sounded apologetic. I think he has something important to say. I could point out.

"What took you so long?" I tried to be lively. He seemed sad. I could feel it. I wonder what had happened along the way before he arrived here.

"Wren, I'm sorry. I am sorry about two things," he said, looking at me straight in the eyes, which was making me somewhat nervous.

"What are you sorry for?"

"I'm sorry because I'm so late and—"

Cutting him off, I tapped him lightly in the arm. "It's absolutely fine. I understand." I beamed, trying to keep the mood happy, but his continuation made my world crumble.

"And I'm sorry because I'm breaking up with you now."

"W-what?" I blurted out, surprised. "I mean, did I hear it right? You're breaking up with me?" Tell me I heard it wrong.

"Yes," he admitted. "Let's break up, Wren."

I was unable to speak for a moment, trying to process what he just said. I suddenly felt a prick of pain piercing my chest. "B-but why?" I finally asked, voice cracking. Then at that time, I knew my tears were starting to well up.

"Oh, please! Don't you dare cry. You're making me bad in the eyes of the people here," he told me angrily.

But it's true. You're really bad for breaking my heart, I wanted to say. I wrapped my arms around him, ignoring what he said. "Please, don't do this to me. I love you, Jeff. You're not serious, right?"

He tried to detach me from clinging to him, and he succeeded since he was way stronger than me. I could even see that his eyes were not looking at me the same way he looked at me before.

"I'm serious, Wren. I'm breaking up with you. I fell out of love. I should be telling to you earlier. I know how crybaby you are."

"Then don't leave me!" Tears fell down my cheeks.

His phone rang so he took it out from his jeans' left front pocket. "I'm going," he said coldly after seeing his phone's screen. I tried to hold him, stopping him. But he shoved my hands and hurriedly walked away.

"Jeff! You can't do this! Don't leave me!" I was now crying hard. I felt a lot of people looking in my direction. I didn't care anyway.

"WREN, are you still there?" I heard Uncle Roman's voice from behind the door of my room after he knocked three times.

"Yes, Uncle," I replied after clearing my throat so he wouldn't notice I was crying.

"I must be going now. Thanks a lot. Just phone me if ever you need me. I'm one call away."

One call away? What a liar. "Yeah. Not a problem. Take care!" I tried to be vigorous.

"I cooked food for you!" I still heard him say though he was already walking away.

I heaved a sigh. I was here in bed, skulking and weeping so hard. I felt sad and sluggish after Jeff broke up with me. I was always like this myriad times. I always ended up brokenhearted. I couldn't even count how many boyfriends I had. I didn't even know if Jeff was my ninth, twelfth, or what.

I questioned myself. What was wrong with me? That it was too easy for them to end their relationship with me? Too easy to leave me? It seemed like I haven't learned much from my past relationships. It seemed like I was immune to heartbreaks. But really, I was not. Why couldn't I have a relationship that would last forever?

Was I a flirt for having so many boyfriends? I wasn't a flirt! It wasn't that I was a flirt because I wasn't one. It was just that none of them ever seemed right for me.

Maybe, this is what I've obtained from always loving or giving love. What could I do? I just wanted to love. But I received the opposite of it—at all times.

They were so bad—friends, boyfriends, and more. Even Uncle Roman, a far relative of mine, was just kind to me when he needed something. I knew he was faking his kindness to me. I felt relieved when he just left for good, as what he had said to me before when he asked me to stay in my house for a week because he fought with his wife. Maybe, they were on good terms now since he left already.

DAYS swiftly passed by, I was beginning to recover my strength. Unhappily, I was alone anywhere I went. I have no real friends here at school. They all disappeared after getting what they wanted from me: boyfriends, answers on the test papers, and popularity—since I was kind of popular after winning a male category in a pageant that was held at our school, Kilean University, last month.

After having my lunch, I headed the way to my locker to get the books I needed for my afternoon classes.

"Oh! Hi, Wren!" I heard someone say aloud.

I turned around only to face my fake old friend, Mica. And I was startled to see who was with her.

Jeff.

I felt a pang in my heart as I managed to greet back. "H-hi." It was meant for Mica, but my eyes were fixed at Jeff who immediately looked away.

"We're just passing by and we saw you. Thanks!" He tapped me in the arm. "He was really good in bed. We're off now!" Her bluntness shocked me.

I got back to my senses when the bell rang. I realized I was put into a trance by Mica. I didn't even notice they had gone away already.

I couldn't focus on listening to the class's discussion because my mind was floating away. What I meant was that Mica's words were lingering in my mind.

Did she mean that they had s*x? Mica and Jeff had s*x? It could be.

I remembered Jeff asked me two times—or three—to make love with him but I didn't agree. I wasn't ready. And I had never experienced s*x before. I am still a virgin. He is nineteen already, but I am still seventeen for goodness' sake. I would turn eighteen just a few days, or a week, from now. Just a thought of Jeff and Mica making love tore my heart into pieces. It was so quick for Jeff to replace me. It hurt like hell.

"Hello?" I answered when my phone rang right after my last class. I didn't know who it was since only numbers appeared on the screen.

"Wren! Your house is on fire!"

"What?!" I exclaimed, making others around me to be startled at the sudden rise of my voice. I made a gesture of apology.

"Hurry now, Wren!" a woman's voice from the other end said. Only then did I realize that she was one of my neighbors.

I ended the call. "s**t! No!" I rushed to my place.

When I got there, I heard sirens blaring from the firefighters' vehicles in the area. The firemen were doing their very best in extinguishing the blaze. I also saw many people gazing at the houses on fire from a proper distance.

At first, I thought only my home was the one burning but it turned out to be three. The two houses at the right next to mine were also on fire. It seemed to me that the one in between was where the fire had started since it was destroyed like hell. The other one was the same as mine but still engulfed in flames. There was no way one could enter them. All houses were eaten by fire. And the thick smokes coming from them were terrifically black.

I slapped my face lightly to know if this was a dream. But it hurt. And I was even sobbing. I was surprised that I didn't even notice that I was crying hard already. Only then did I realize that I wasn't dreaming.

A crying woman in her thirties approached me. It was Aunt May. She hugged me. "Wren, I'm sorry if I didn't tell you sooner. I've had a hard time contacting you. I needed to charge my phone first since I was the only one who got your phone number here," she explained. I realized she was the one who called me a while ago.

I couldn't respond to her. I didn't know what to say. I couldn't muster even a single word. The only thing I did was to hug her back. The house in between was hers. Why did she say in the call that my house was on fire when even hers was burning, too? I knew what Aunt May was feeling right now.

What would I do now? I was left with nothing but the bag I was wearing. Life is so cruel to me. I have no family and the friends I had were fake. Heartbreaks weren't enough. Even the house I loved had just left me.