Page 102 of Alpha's Impostor Bride

Stripping off the bathrobe, I opt for a cold shower that leaves me shivering. It also has the expected effect of knocking some sense into me.

“What the hell was that?” I mumble to myself as I finally turn off the water. “What was I doing remembering all of—Oh!” My face is a bright red when I see myself in the mirror above the sink.

He had caught my scent. If he hadn’t moved away, if he had touched me, if he had laid his hands on any other part of my body, I would have given in.

I stare at my naked body, stunned. How did I go from loathing him to wanting him to touch me again?

The truth is obvious, no matter how much I try to hide from it.

I’ve forgiven him.

Not for what happened to me. I have no reason to be angry with him over that since he was also manipulated. I’ve forgiven him for how he treated me in the beginning.

Is it that easy to forgive someone? My eyes are wet as I reach out to my reflection in the mirror. Is that why I feel so much lighter?

Suddenly, I can see those couple of months I spent with Cedric in a new light. Maybe he was a jerk at the start, but he showed me he cared the only way he knew how. And I never saw it or understood those gestures because nobody had ever cared for me before, because I had accepted that he didn’t care for me. All I knew was that I was dependent on him for survival, and therefore, I had to please him.

While all that time, he was trying to please me.

It would be so easy to go back to the kitchen right now and walk straight into his arms.

I want to do it. He cares for me. I could have him. I could be with him.

And then, you would have to give all this up, a small voice whispers in my head. If I sleep with him, he could give me the mating mark. But if he doesn’t…

My heart slams against my rib cage. “I don’t want to lead him on,” I say out loud to my reflection. I don’t want to give him the idea that I want to resume our relationship. I’ve been fine on my own. I don’t mind having him in Finn’s life, but I want to be selfish for once. I don’t want to give up my own life again.

But wouldn’t Finn benefit from having his parents together? Am I being too selfish by wanting to prioritize my own happiness?

The way my heart aches makes me think I am.

I run my fingers through my wet hair.

I can’t be impulsive here. There’s a lot at stake.

After pulling on my bathrobe, I rub a towel over my hair as I walk out of the bathroom. Too much has happened tonight. I’ll check on Finn to make sure he’s okay and then head to bed. Some sleep will be good for me. I have to be up early tomorrow to review the materials Erik gave me. And it’s not like anything has to be decided tonight anyway. It has been a long day, and things between Cedric and me have been sorted out. Or at least, our past has been. I should be grateful to—

My eyes widen when I enter my bedroom and see Cedric sitting on my bed. He seems to be contemplating something.

“W–What are you doing in my room?!”

“Your room?” He looks confused. “Don’t you mean our room?”

“No!” I toss the towel on a chair. “There is no ‘our room,’ Cedric. This is my house and my room.”

I realize I’ve said too much when a shutter falls over his face. “I see.”

“That’s not—” Now I feel like the world’s biggest jerk. “That’s not what I meant to say. It’s just that I’ve never shared a room with anyone but you, and now I’m not used to it.” Why am I even offering him an explanation? To soothe his hurt feelings? I must be tired. Trying to keep my voice firm, I continue. “I can set up the guest bedroom for you.”

“It’s alright.” He shakes his head and makes his way to the door. “I’ll sleep out there.”

“The couch is too small for you.”

When he doesn’t respond, I realize he means he’s going to sleep outdoors.

“Cedric, wait!” Exasperated, I hurry after him, holding my bathrobe closed with one hand. I block his path. “Will you just wait?”

“What?” He scowls. “I’m leaving. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”

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