Chapter 65: Little Of
Aurora’s POV
I stared at him, my heart sinking straight into my stomach.
Mistress.
Was that really how little he thought of ?
??I stood up abruptly, the oversized silk of his suit jacket sliding off one of my shoulders. I didn’t care that I was half-undressed or that my hair was a ss from his fingers. The humiliation I felt now was far worse than being carried through a restaurant.
??"A mistress?" I spat, the word tasting bitter on my tongue. "You want to keep
hidden in the shadows? Use
whenever you feel like having sex and then pretend I don’t exist when you have to play the Great King?"
??Oliver’s expression shifted, his jaw tightening as he looked up at
from the couch. "Aurora, you don’t understand the pressure—"
??"I understand perfectly!" I snapped, pacing in front of him. "You’re offering
the sa thing Raymond did, just with a different na. You want to buy my life. You want to own
without ever truly choosing ."
??I had let the na Raymond slip, but Oliver didn’t seem to care who it was... or perhaps he wasn’t paying attention... because the Oliver I knew would have been demanding, asking who Raymond was.
??I stopped right in front of him, my eyes burning with tears I refused to let fall. "And what happens, Oliver? What happens when the Moon Goddess finally decides to connect you with your mate? What happens if you find your fated mate tomorrow?"
??He flinched, his blue eyes flickering with a montary shadow of guilt.
??"Would you throw
away?" I challenged, my voice rising. "Would you just toss
aside like a broken toy? You just spent ten minutes in the shower screaming at your wolf that I wasn’t her. So tell ... am I just the whore who warms your bed until the real queen arrives?"
??Oliver stood up slowly, the towel around his waist barely clinging to his hips. He towered over , his presence suffocating. "It’s not like that. Fated mates are... they are a command of the soul. I can’t control when or if that happens."
??"Exactly!" I laughed bitterly, stepping back. "You can’t control it. Which ans I’d be living on borrowed ti. I’d be the secret you’re ashad of, waiting for the day you walk in here and tell
it’s over because you found a girl with a matching soul-mark."
??I grabbed my shredded shirt from the table, clutching it against the jacket. I felt exposed, not because of my skin, but because I had almost let myself believe he actually cared. That he actually wanted sothing real... but I was wrong... all he wanted was for
to be his fuck buddy.
??"I told you I was resigning, and I ant it," I whispered, my voice trembling with pain.
??I turned toward the door, my hand trembling as I reached for the handle.
I paused for a mont.
A foolish mont.
Waiting.
Hoping he would stop .
Hoping he would say I was wrong... that he would choose .
That he would choose
over any fated bond.
But he didn’t.
So I opened the door and walked out.
????As I walked out of that office in his oversized jacket, I felt every eye in the Packhouse burning into . The scandal was official now, but I didn’t care.
??Unable to stay anymore, I stepped out of the office, and the air in the hallway felt like ice. I kept my head down, but I could feel every pair of eyes on . I was wearing his oversized suit jacket over my ruined clothes, my hair was a ss, and my lips were swollen from his kisses.
??The dostic staff whispered as I passed. I didn’t need to hear the words to know what they were saying. I felt small. I felt cheap. I felt like a whore who had just been kicked out of the King’s bed.
??I reached the front of the Packhouse, desperate to disappear, when a black car pulled up. One of Alpha Oliver’s drivers stepped out and opened the door.
??"Alpha Oliver instructed
to take you ho, Miss Aurora," he said politely.
??I wanted to refuse. I wanted to scream that I didn’t want anything from him ever again. But I looked at my torn clothes and realized I had no choice. I couldn’t walk ho like this. I nodded and slid into the back seat.
??As soon as the door closed and the car started moving, the first tear fell. Then another. Before I knew it, I was sobbing. It wasn’t just anger anymore; it was a deep, stabbing pain in my chest. I had actually believed, for a mont, that I ant sothing to him.
??The driver looked at
through the mirror and silently handed
a pack of wipes. "Thank you," I whispered, my voice breaking. I cleaned my face, trying to stop the shaking, but the tears wouldn’t stop.
??By the ti we reached my apartnt building, I felt empty. I climbed out of the car, still wrapped in the scent of his jacket, and hurried towards my apartnt. I needed to wash the sll of him off my skin.
??Reaching my door... I fumbled with my keys, my hands still trembling.
??I finally managed to turn the key and stepped inside, locking the door behind . I felt like a hollow shell. I went straight to the bathroom and turned the water on as hot as I could stand it. I scrubbed my skin until it was red, trying to wash away his scent, and the mory of Oliver’s hands on .
??Once I was done, I pulled on an old, oversized t-shirt and crawled into bed. I just wanted to sleep for a hundred years. But then, my phone started buzzing on the nightstand.
??I picked it up and saw the na on the screen: Raymond.
??My heart skipped a beat. I didn’t pick up. I couldn’t. My mind was a ss. I didn’t hate him—in fact, part of
felt safer with him than with the King—but I couldn’t talk to anyone right now. I let it ring until it went silent, only for it to start again a second later. I ignored it again.
??Suddenly, a loud, firm knock echoed through my quiet apartnt.
??I froze, my breath catching in my throat. I wasn’t expecting anyone. I slowly got out of bed and crept toward the front door. I looked through the peephole, and my blood ran cold.
??Standing in the hallway was Raymond—dressed in black, wearing that sa haunting mask.
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