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I clear my throat. “Yes.”
“I see.”
I can’t tell if he is annoyed or not.
“He knotted you during sex?”
“Uhm, yes.”
“Huh.”
Still nothing.
“You slept with him?”
“I did.”
It takes a few seconds, but then he shocks me by punching the wall next to his head so hard that he makes a hole with his fist.
“Fuck! Fuck, Sophia!”
“What?” Why is he yelling at me?
“This is…I can’t fucking believe this. Here I am, right in front of you the whole time, and you just go and fuck him. Why? Why him and not me?”
I want to answer with the obvious point that Trent was there, and Cain wasn’t, but that is being shitty, and honestly, he seems so upset, I’m astounded. I didn’t think he would care this much. I just wanted to be transparent because I’m hoping to resume things with Trent when he gets back from his work thing.
Unfortunately, there is nothing for it but to be completely honest. “I think I came in heatbecauseof my proximity to him. Or his to me. I’m not sure. It was confusing, but I felt something deep and profound, and it wasn’t just about the knot. It was about him as well.”
“I see,” he replies gruffly, his face a blank mask.
He turns to leave, but I can’t let him go, not like this. “What did you mean when you said you are right here in front of me? Do you have feelings for me?”
He spins back angrily. “What does it matter? You chose him.”
“I didn’t know I had a choice,” I say lightly, trying not to panic and spin out. This went sideways fast, not to mention we are standing in the middle of the hallway of my home with my parents lurking God knows where.
“Well, you don’t. There, does that make it easier for you?” he spits out.
His words hurt my heart. “Why are you being such an arsehole?”
“Because I’m a dick, remember. Enjoy your life, Sophia. I’m sure you two will be really happy together.”
He storms off, and this time I let him go. He is being a fucking wanker and a child. He has no right to be this angry with me.
Two hot spots form on my cheeks as I get angry as well and march off down the hallway to my bedroom, slamming the door behind me and then letting the tears fall down my face as I realise, I’ve just lost something I never even knew I had in the first place, and it fucking hurts like hell.
ChapterThirty-Five
Cain
Storming through the back door of the compound, which up until a few days ago, I wasn’t even allowed to use, I practically run down to the lake. Overwhelmed with the anger and jealousy, I feel that Sophia has taken a man who looks like me to her bed when she could’ve had me is something that I don’t think I can live with. I don’t think I can look at her again, knowing that she rejected me for him.
Deep down, a small voice yells at me that she didn’t reject me because I never told her how I feel, but I ignore it. It’s shitting on my pity party, and right now, I just want to be angry about it. But when I reach the shore of the lake, all I feel is tired and sad.
Dropping to the grass, I stare out over the calm, blue water and brush back the tears that prick my eyes, wondering if things would be different if I’d spoken up, if I’d dredged up the feelings I was trying to hide and pretend didn’t exist.
I catch her scent before I hear her voice.
