Rayden:
Few Months Ago:
"Ugh!" I groaned as I received another call from Jenny. She was my sweetest mate, but also a little boring.
"Yeah?" I answered the call, stepping away from my friends. We had received a holiday notification yesterday and decided to celebrate our return ho with a good drinking night.
However, it turned out to be the best night when we spotted that couple in the underground train station.
We had been debating where to go to do drugs when it was mutually decided that the abandoned station would be the safest choice—no one would catch us there. But I guess what we did last night turned out to be far more thrilling than doing drugs.
I could still feel my hands on her soft body. My dick stirred in my pants at the thought of being inside her.
"Where were you all night? Are you with that redheaded bitch?" Jenny’s angry voice pulled back to reality as she shouted through the phone.
I rolled my eyes harder. We’d been through this before—her constant claims of feeling betrayed. Last ti, I’d managed to lie my way out of it, but if she kept complaining, her brother might actually hire soone to co after .
Neither my friends nor I would like that. We were free spirits, unbound by restrictions, and we despised being scrutinized.
"I was doing my last practice before the holidays so I could co and enjoy my ti with you," I snapped, using a harsh tone to shut her down.
The best way to avoid being interrogated is to yell and shut the other person down. It always works.
"Anyway, I’m not going to answer any more of your questions. Last ti, you had under interrogation for two weeks. I’ve told you already, that was the last ti I’d tolerate your disrespectful questioning. I’m an alpha—I’ll be going to battles and doing important things. What will you do with all that pain if you can’t even handle a little discomfort from working out?"
I got off the bed, shirtless, wearing only black shorts. My friends were still asleep, but I had to get ready and leave because my insecure mate couldn’t stop overthinking her imaginary pain.
"I want—" Before she could keep complaining, I cut the call and dressed quickly. As I was heading to my car, I received a text from my friend.
Fox: Can you go check the area where we left her? I want to make sure she’s dead. It’d be bad if she sohow survived and got a DNA test done.
I knew why he wanted to confirm she was dead—it was because of the coward in our group. He’d start panicking if he thought she might still be alive.
: Sure, I’m headed that way. I’ll update you on her situation.
I lied. I had no intention of returning to the scene of the cri. She had to be dead. We’d had her all night, and I’d watched DID strangle her with his own hands. She didn’t have a wolf—there was no way she survived.
I planned to go back ho to calm down my enraged and disheveled mate. These flings were fun for a night or two, but deep down, I wanted to change for my fated mate. It would take ti before I could fully commit to Jenny and beco loyal to her, but it was definitely on my bucket list.
When I returned ho, I switched off my phone so I could rest before seeing Jenny. After a few hours of solid sleep, I woke up expecting to see countless missed calls from her. However, I found it odd that I hadn’t received a single one.
Curious, I checked her profile and realized she had blocked . That wasn’t a good sign.
I changed quickly and headed to see my parents. The mont I arrived, I sensed sothing was terribly wrong.
"You idiot, what did you do this ti?" My father stood in front of , his expression stern. He didn’t even welco ho or ask to join them for lunch, though the al was already served.
My mother, as usual, didn’t dare defend in front of him.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about," I replied, keeping my tone soft and feigning ignorance.
"You fool, that girl is talking about rejection! What have you done? Don’t you realize how much help her father is giving us to keep this pack from falling apart?" My father’s voice thundered through the room, drilling into just how crucial it was for Jenny to accept .
"She’s talking about rejection?" I asked, stunned. I had expected her to cry, throw a tantrum, or break a few things like last ti. Then, eventually, she would have no choice but to move on and return to normal.
That was the problem. If Jenny reacted this way every ti I spent the night with soone else, my life would beco unbearable due to my father’s anger .
"I’ll speak with her," I reassured my father, though I was panicking inside. He wouldn’t hesitate to kick out of the pack if things went south. And if there was nothing left of our pack because Jenny rejected , I’d lose everything.
Our pack’s survival depended heavily on my union with Jenny. Her pack was thriving, while ours was barely holding on. I couldn’t live the life of a commoner—I needed to fix this.
"And make sure you tell her how much you love her. Or else—" My father left the warning unfinished, but his eyes made it clear. Losing all my luxuries would be the ultimate punishnt, and I wouldn’t survive it.
"I will," I nodded, suddenly losing my appetite. I had to see Jenny and convince her parents that she was just insecure and overly sensitive.
As I drove toward her pack, I couldn’t stop thinking about the girl from last night. What if she had survived?
"No! I’m sure she’s dead. And if she’s not, I’ll kill her myself," I muttered determinedly under my breath.
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