Chapter 65: Control
I had a feeling that I was on to sothing, and I had a feeling that Kate would obey .
I didn’t know why I had this feeling, but I knew I could control it.
Kate’s eyes moved slowly from the floor, and I smiled at her. “Kate,” I said. “You are the kindest, most selfless, most attractive girl I have ever t in the world. You have your unique talent and are always the most dazzling one in the crowd. You have no idea how much I envy you. You think I am brave, but I was only forced to look it.”
I paused. “Why did I co here?” I continued, “It was because I couldn’t cope with my situation, so I chose to escape. Even though I knew it was just an ostrich act and that Michael would find here, I had to face it. But you helped selflessly, and you and Aunt Carol took in regardless of personal gains and losses, risking the wrath of the Lycan prince. Every ti I think about it, I feel sorry for you.”
Kate looked at and shook her head slowly.
I pressed a finger against her lips, stopping her from saying anything.
I said, “If a werewolf wants to reject you, it must be because he doesn’t have good taste. They will regret their actions. They are all stupid and unworthy people. Don’t be sad because of them. Kate, believe in yourself. You deserve a mate who treats you sincerely. Not everyone is like that b*stard Robert.”
Kate finally smiled. I looked at her and smiled.
“Trust . No werewolf can reject you, and Alex won’t either.”
Kate pulled into a big hug. She hugged tightly, and I didn’t know what to do. I only heard her say in my ear, “Thank you. Thank you, Cecily.”
I saw that Kate was feeling better and suggested we go have so fun.
Although Aunt Carol said we could go anywhere in the pack, we both decided to stay in the house when Kate and I found a big bag of snacks and Blu-Ray discs in the closet.
We sat on the couch watching TV, filled the coffee table with potato chips and popcorn snacks, and scooped each from a big tub of ice cream. ” We forgot all about n, sang karaoke in the room, and drank cold cider and orange juice.
The pleasure might be short-lived, but it was real.
When Aunt Carol ca ho, the living room was a ss, and two crazy girls in suspenders and shorts sprawled across the couch.
Aunt Carol had brought us dinner from a chain burger joint. Kate and I loved their cheesesteak burger and French fries.
“Girls, what have you been doing all day?”
Aunt Carol sat down next to us. She didn’t bla us for ssing up the house. Instead, she opened a burger just like we did and acted like she was our age.
“Nothing.” Kate reluctantly pushed a place to eat from the coffee table. So of the packagings fell to the ground, but no one cared.
“How about you? How was your day?” Kate asked while eating the hamburger.
“Just the sa.” Aunt Carol tucked her hair behind her ear to prevent the sauce from getting on the hamburger. “When I went out, there were so people still talking about it. They’ve been here all their lives and have never seen the outside world.”
Kate and I exchanged a look.
Most won in the Ancient Woods Pack relied on their husbands to provide for them. They didn’t have their ans of livelihood. In their eyes, a woman’s role was to clean up the house and reproduce. They even thought won would be ridiculed if they worked.
Even Aunt Carol gave up so of her previous jobs and only took so odd jobs as pocket money. Even so, she was constantly criticized by others.
“Speaking of which,” Aunt Carol suddenly turned her gaze to and said. “Since you ran away like this, do you want to tell your parents? If you leave without saying goodbye, your parents will be worried.”
I stopped chewing, and my heart began to throb.
Damn it! My parents would be worried about too. Why didn’t I think of that when I left?
The more I thought about it, the more I felt that my decision to run away was foolish. Not to ntion, I would always think of Michael’s brown eyes with a hint of mischief and his warm, charming scent. But now, there was no turning back. I could only stay here until I figured out what to do next.
“Cecily will talk to them, won’t you, Cecily?” Kate tried to smooth things over.
Aunt Carol gave Kate a aningful look. “I’m not the kind of senior who likes to lecture people,” she said. “I don’t want to interfere with how you young people do things. But, girls, I hope you think about the consequences before you do anything and if you’re ready to take the consequences.”
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