Page 2 of Talk About… History

My chest was heaving and my mind eerily blank as I continued my massacre, ignoring the shouts outside.

By the time I finished I was out of tears and my voice was hoarse. Normally if I needed an escape I’d call one of my best friends, but it seemed it was a fake friendship and the bitch only wanted my mates as her own.

She could fucking have them.

“Baby, please!” Travis begged. “It was a mistake. Wren means nothing. You’re our scent match!”

“We’re done,” I yelled back. “You can kiss our entire fucking life together, goodbye.”

My phone buzzed in my pocket, a random notification lighting up the screen, but it was a reminder that I still had it on me. I dialed the one person I knew would help me find a way to get out of here.

The phone rang twice before the familiar voice echoed through the speaker.

“Avery? It’s been a minute, hasn’t it?” My childhood best friend’s voice was a mix of teasing and hurt. Something I would address when I wasn’t already falling apart.

“Sidney,” I managed to choke out, my voice sounding strange enough that she rushed out her next words.

“Avery, what’s wrong? Where are you?”

“It’s my anniversary. I just came home to find the guys fucking Wren.”

“No! That fucking bitch!” she gasped in horror on my behalf. Sidney and I may have drifted but we kept up a once a month mandatory phone call. She knew all about my life here in Warden Heights.

My friends, my mates… all the reasons I hadn’t come home after college.

“We’re done. There’s no going back, Sid. Scent matches clearly don’t mean shit,” I growled as I sat with a huff. “I’m coming home. Do you think my mama or brothers will care?”

She snorted out a laugh. “Your mama has been dying to have you back, and your brothers would kill them for you, Avery. You have nothing to worry about. Those Whitaker boys will always have your back.”

“How do I even tell them? I feel so embarrassed. They hated these guys and I should have fucking listened. I need to pack, to leave this place.”

“Give me two seconds,” Sidney said before she ended the call.

I blinked down at the phone in my hand, shocked she’d hang up and unsure what to do now. My eyes burned with more tears but I refused to cry over those assholes anymore. I needed a plan.

First, I needed to gather my things. I didn’t give a fuck about any material things here. They could figure out the furniture and decorations.

Though, I’d be destroying any pictures of us before I went.

Everything else was clothes and my personal items, then some documents. The rest of our things didn’t hold any meaning anymore.

Shouting was coming from the front before the door slammed. Footsteps came my way and the guys were back to their pathetic pleading.

“Avery, baby please,” Brad begged. It was cut off by his phone ringing. They hissed something before I heard shouting again.

“Cameron. You have to get her to listen,” Travis started but my brother’s cursing and barked orders were loud enough to cut him off.

“Listen to me, you bastard. Get out of that house in the next two minutes before I rain hell down on you. You won’t come back until I come and collect her, do you fucking hear me?”

“You’re not even in town,” Brad laughed. “You can’t do anything about it.”

Wrong choice, asshole, I thought to myself right as Cam was back to screeching down the line.

“If you fucking think I don’t have eyes everywhere, you’re an idiot. I’ll have an entire group of alphas at your door in ten. Nine. Eight.”

“Are you fucking serious?!” Brad thundered, but Travis was always smarter and it sounded like he was walking away, his shouts fading as he went. Cameron didn’t stop counting and finally Brad let out a frustrated yell.

“Get out. Now.” That was Cam’s final warning. The call ended and something shattered. More cursing followed as Brad ranted and paced, his bare feet slapping the floor.

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