Chapter 7
The two of them were half-naked, scrambling to cover themselves on the bed-Xavier had never looked so pathetic. He yanked the blanket over Hanna, fumbling with his pants, tripping over his own feet in his haste.
I watched his panic, remembering the early days of our relationship-how he would run from the south of the city to the north, waiting in line for four hours just to buy me my favorite pastries; how he would carefully wipe the bathroom floor dry after I showered, afraid I might slip; how he would stay by my bedside, sleepless, when I had a high fever, using a cold
towel to cool me down over and over.
But this same man, on the night we completed our mate bond, had taken my custom-made pack wedding dress and held a mock ceremony with another Omega; while I was pregnant with his pup, he flirted shamelessly with her on a yacht.
His love was like a performance, perfectly timed and executed, and I had been the fool who watched it for six years.
“Xavier, is it really so hard to love one person wholeheartedly?” I asked softly, but before I could finish, I laughed-the
answer had been clear all along.
He finally got dressed and stumbled toward me, his face dark with anger. “Rosalie, what are you trying to do with all this
drama? Aren’t you embarrassed for the Blackthorn Pack?”
The room was already filled with onlookers-hotel guests and pack members alike-their whispers and pointing fingers
like needles piercing his pride.
“He’s the one who broke the mate bond, and he’s blaming her?”
“Is this the Alpha of Blackthorn? What a disgrace!”
“Poor Luna, pregnant and having to deal with this!”
Hanna got dressed under the covers, then suddenly kicked the blanket off and threw herself into Xavier’s arms, sobbing. “What did I do wrong? We grew up together! I just love him! Why are they saying these things about me?”
Her audacity made me laugh-if she wouldn’t save face, I’d tear it off for her.
I held up my phone, turning to the crowd, and showed them the group chat records and the videos from the yacht. “Let’s all judge for ourselves. She didn’t do anything wrong-just talked behind my back, convinced my Alpha to buy her a yacht,
and flirted with him in a bikini.”
“What’s the big deal? It’s nothing!” I leaned closer to Hanna, my voice dripping with sarcasm. “Go on, repeat what you said
to Xavier on the beach. Let’s all enjoy it!”
Hanna’s face turned red, and she screamed, “I said I love him! I love him! What are you going to do about it?”
“Love?” I slapped her across the face, the sound sharp and clear. “If love means waiting until he’s bonded and has a pup
to come crawling back, then your love is dirty and cheap!”
What she thought was “sneaking in” was just stepping on my heart to elevate her own pathetic existence-pitiful, pathetic, and laughable.
Hanna, tears streaming down her face, twisted in Xavier’s arms, sobbing. “Xavier, if loving you is a sin, then I’ll sin forever! But today, it’s either her or me!”
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