Page 48 of Patiently Yours
Derek may think I’m the reasonable one of my pack. I mean, sure, I keep the others out of trouble, but my pack knows the truth. My beast has always been a savage one.
He scowls at me, unsatisfied with my banter. I try to walk around him, but he steps in front of me again.
“I just think it’s really fucked up. I’m your teammate… and your frat brother, but you still went after my girl. What does that say about you?”
I just shrug. “Nothing I can’t live with, now excuse me.” My shoulder bumps into his slightly as I make my way around him—finally—and begin to walk as he calls out from behind me.
“Why would you want my sloppy seconds, Pearson?”
I stop in my tracks, my feet turning back around of their own accord. I can feel the alpha inside spiking, desperate for me to let him unleash his distaste for this man once and for all.
I rein it in, taking a giant breath before I meet his eyes. “Let’s get one thing straight. She’s nothing of the sort. You had a gem and you let her slip through your fingers. That’s not my fault or my pack’s. This conversation will be very different if you ever decide to speak about her like that again and I fucking mean it. If you think Kendall’s punch hurt, just wait until you feel one from a prime.”
He tries to hide his wince behind a snarl. I look at his nose. The splint is gone, but the bruise is still present. I need to give Kendall another thanks for such a glorious memory.
I go to walk away but turn back to meet his cowardly eyes once more with a smug grin on my face. “Oh, also… she’s our scent match. So that’s why we want her, and we always will. Have a good day, Derek.”
I don’t bother to watch his face. I already know it’s fuming, because he’s the type of alpha that can’t stand to not have his way. He lost her, and that’s the bottom line. Now that we know her, know what she is to us, he’ll never have another chance to hurt her again.
Not if my beast has anything to say about it.
TWENTY-FOUR
Playing: Moral of the Story by Ashe ft. Niall Horan
Whenever I havemoments to myself these days, it’s bittersweet. I have to give myself a moment to catch up, remind myself how much has changed in such a short amount of time.
There’s times where I feel like my moments with these men aren’t real. I have to remind myself that they did happen tome, not someone else. It’s a weird feeling, knowing that you’re achieving happiness but also still completely caught off guard by the pure notion of its existence.
Then again, it’s hard to completely disconnect when there’s always something there to remind you, like the random texts I received earlier today that are still taunting me. I’ve tried to keep myself distracted with other things, but now that the self deprecating thoughts are back full force, it’s easy to take my phone and torture myself with their existence.
Unknown (10:15 am) Stupid Slutty Omega
Unknown (10:30 am) I saw you with your new alpha. Did you think I wouldn’t find out?
Unknown (10:35 am) They’ll discover soon enough what kind of disappointment you really are
I pick up my phone to, regrettably, reply to the strange messenger.
Stacia: Excuse me? Who is this?
I wait a few minutes, willing myself to block the number and look the other way, but the little psychological masochist inside me is one for punishment. I’m not consciously sure what I think I did wrong anymore, but I still keep an eye on my phone, especially when the little dots appear.
Unknown (3:03 pm) You really think I’d just forget what you did to me?
Unknown (3:03 pm) You were always planning on being a selfish omega and throwing me to the dirt
Unknown (3:04 pm) And with the alphas that you apparently only met the night before? I don’t believe that for one second
Unknown (3:05 pm) You obviously cheated on me. Just fucking admit it.
I raise my brows in confusion, my heart racing faster than it was.
Stacia (3:06 pm) Derek?
Unknown (3:06 pm) Who else? Did you do this shit to someone else, too?
I feel bile threatening to come up my throat. I blocked his number but I should have known he would find a way to slither back in to mess with my head.
