hia

Mara commented as we s

respect me, so walking into his home and talking to him whe

her hand and walked through

ve dragged my sister into this me

dor, expecting to find E

asn't as crowded in there as

him here," Mara grumbled, gradually freeing her a

d, trying to conceal the fact that my wolf had d

she paused as we heard some noise

re without reason. She had already sensed the une

gh the partially open door to catch a glimpse of the

, Atticus and Rosalie sitting i

a whispered behind me, clearly ta

with tears. Atticus sat next to Rosalie, and her

ike a premonition of my demise. Why was he so hesitant to acknowledge me, yet so d

s said, pushing her away with a sigh

ered, pressing against my elbow, her a

ot getting into trouble," she added and didn't w

attempting to kiss him once more. Although he was drunk, he remained conscious enough to activ

the break

itness before understanding t

infidelity was a painful stab to my heart. Despite this, he cont

y to feel pain was not as acute as mine. There was n

ff and taunting voice cut through. He forcefully swung the door open, pos

anced himself from Rosalie, his expression morp

ush. Despite my attempts to protest and navigate past him, he persisted,

and now I had to confront them. If only I

the couch, adjusting his jacket and

your make-out session and crying," Enzo remarked casually,

as I struggled to form a coherent sentence, my voice quiverin

e to confront me head-on. "You little piece of shit! Why the hell are you ta

ssive nature toward Atticus and Enzo,

d, attempting to pull her away, but her aggre

wall, I battled the urge to retaliate. The fear of her two friends, who might retaliate in turn if I dared h

a tentative step forward, Rosalie forcefully pushed me, this ti

tered, though his obje

a yell. "This whore needs to quit snatching what isn't hers!" Her words were accom

The humiliation she was subjecting me to in front of the entire gatheri

my head and locking eyes with her. A crowd from the p

, his apprehension stemming from the possibility of his fated mate be

the truth?" I scoffed, wiping away my

w clenched as he signaled me to cease speaking. Rosalie

ut?" Rosalie inquired, h

g to pull her away, but she forcefully disengag

yelled at me, her eyes welling with tears at the me

my mates borde

tall. "They are my fated mates." My statement l