Chapter 3
I slept straight through until the middle of the night–then hunger woke me up
When I stepped out to find something to eat, I was shocked to see Asher had come back
Ever since he bought that lury pack house for Amy, he’d been living with her. She cooked for him, made him laugh, waited for him to come home.
He seemed happy. It had been a long time since he last returned here.
He was lounging lazily by the floor–to–ceiling windows, a cigarette between his lips, staring at me intently.
I kept my eyes down and walked past him, only for him to suddenly reach out and grab me,
Frowning, he asked softly, “Why have you lost so much weight?”
His tone was gentle, like he still loved me.
I froze for a moment, then yanked my hand away and said coldly. “That’s none of your business.”
He glanced at his now–empty hand, and the warmth in his face slowly faded into something colder.
When I got to the dining table, I noticed something sitting there–an entire cake, lit with candles. That was when I realized the mind link I’d thought was a dream actually wasn’t.
I had said I wanted calor
So Asher bought one.
What was this supposed to mean? A truce?
But I was already dying. I didn’t need a cake anymore.
And I didn’t need Asher, either.
Without hesitation, I grabbed the cake and threw it straight into the trash.
Asher clenched his jaw, his molars grinding. Then he pinned me against the wall with one hand.
His pupils glowed golden–a sign he was about to shift. His voice was sharp, feral,
“Cord, have you had enough of this tantrum?”
I laughed and admitted, unbothered. “Asher, is this really the first time you’ve realized I have a temper?” “You bought me a cake just because I said I wanted one. God, you’re still the same pathetic idiot,”
I deliberately hurt him right where it hurt the most.
His face turned icy.
He crushed the cigarette in his hand, grabbed me by the wrist, and dragged me into the bedroom. Then he threw me down on the bed. He must free completely snapped. His wolf had taken over–he yanked at my nightgown, roughly ripping it apart with no hesitation. Terror surged through me. I clenched my fists and struck him, yelling, “You bastard, Asher! Don’t touch me! You disgust me!”
He pinned my legs so I couldn’t struggle and lowered his head to bite my neck. The pain made my tears spill instantly.
His breath brushed my ear as he growled, “Cora, can’t you just give in for once?”
“Do you even know how long I’ve been waiting for you to comfort me?”
“Do you know how happy I was when you said you wanted cake?”
And the truth was you just played me like a foul!”
He lifted his head, eyes bloodshot, staring straight into mine
Theld back my tears and glared right back at him.
The room was dim. Neither of us spoke. Neither of us was willing to back down
Asher leaned down, closing in. His lips were almost on mine when his phone suddenly rang Cuper 1
It was Amy.
He paused, then answered
d it anyway.
I heard her sobbing through the phone, her voice full of fear.
“Alpha, have you abandoned me? You obviously like me,”
“I’m at a bar right now. I drank a lot. Some rogue keeps bothering me…”
“I’m scared. Can you come get me? Please?
Asher didn’t answer right away. His gaze remained locked on me as he gave me a cold smile
Then he demanded, soft but sharp, “Cora, beg me,”
Beg me to stay. If you do, I won’t leave.”
He seemed to have forgotten.
There was a time, long ago, when I had lowered my pride and begged him,
“Asher, can we just sit down and talk like adults?”
“Can we stop fighting?”
“Can we just try to be peaceful when we are together?”
“Can you please be a little kinder to me?”
Back then, Asher stared at me with icy eyes and smiled as he replied,
“Cora, you’re not worth it
Those words shad |
d pierced me and stayed buried in my chest.
But now, finally I had the chance to return them
I grabbed him by the collar and stared him in the eye.
One word at a time, I said, “Asher, you’re not worth it.”
He fell silent for a moment
Then he let out a hollow laugh, mocking himself,
He brought the phone back to his ear and told Amy,
“I’m coming to get you.”
Without sparing me another glance, he stood up, slammed the door behind him, and left.
