Larson’s POV:
I walked out of Ian’s office, furious.
“Why?” I asked myself in a low tone as I marched outside the pack house.
Why weren’t they all taking my side when I was part of their family? No one knew Roxanne better than I did, and no one was a better match for her than I was. I deserved to be with her, I deserved to be her mate, not some bastard who came from nowhere and had no idea what makes her happy or sad.
For all we know, that hybrid could be an enemy disguised as a mate!
“Knock it off!” My wolf growled angrily.
“Why should I? Didn’t we both love her so much? We still feel the same way towards her, don’t we?” I asked him, hoping for a response which never came.
“Why are you quiet?” I asked as I approached the training field.
“Tamara may be young, stupid, and spoiled, but she’s who the moon goddess granted us, and the moon goddess never makes mistakes,” he answered as I stopped walking and laughed loudly.
“Why the hell are you saying this when we both know she does make mistakes? Our father’s story is living proof. If she really was so perfect, our father would still be mated to the banished Luna of this pack, and I wouldn’t have been born,” I pointed out.
“The moon goddess does not make mistakes. She only teaches lessons,” he responded with emphasis.
“Why are you saying this now? As I remember, you called that brat a disgusting breed. We both hate vampires and find it disturbing that they feed on other beings to survive, don’t we? Should I also remind you how that stupid brat is spoiled down to the bone? If we were to accept her, it would be us raising her and being slaves to her every bark and call,” I said seriously, and that seemed to shut him up completely.
“Now then, let’s focus on winning back our dream woman because it isn’t too late to do so. She doesn’t carry his mark, which means we still have a shot at being together,” I whispered, then frowned when I picked up Tamara’s scent.
Her scent was so damn good, and it gave me shivers in a good way. I hated it, yet I found it hard to resist.
“Um…” her small voice sounded from behind as she approached me.
I reluctantly turned and faced her.
Her eyes were red, and her hair was ruffled. She was nervously brushing her hand against her arm, with her gaze lowered to the ground.
“What do you want?” I asked coldly once she had stood a few meters away from me.
I was getting annoyed by her very presence and her amazing scent.
“I know that you don’t want or love me…” She trailed off.
“You are wise,” I answered mockingly.
She looked at me with blurred eyes, then sniffed. All that came to mind at that moment was how weak and pathetic she looked. For years, I had mocked Roxanne for being the “it” girl, one with pride, strong character, and will. But now I was seeing how it was a mistake because I hated the damsel in distress type more than anything.
“But I want to ask you a question, which I need you to answer honestly,” she said as I laughed at her.
I was disgusted by her act, and I wasn’t even thinking of hiding it. Did she think I would lie over whatever question she was about to ask? I was going to be truthful because it was the only way of letting her know I didn’t want her.
“If I were to go somewhere far, would you miss me or regret not being with me, even if it is for a little while?” she asked, making me laugh even louder.
I stopped and looked at her coldly.
My wolf wasn’t happy with the words I was about to say, but I couldn’t hold back.
“No matter where you go or how many years pass by, I can never miss or accept you. To me, you will forever be a brat with no sex appeal or charm. You actually disgust me and my wolf. Your very existence and what you are is trash. I always thought that the moon goddess never made mistakes, but now I see that she does. You, Tamara, are a mistake that she gave to me, as if to laugh at me. So, to make this official, I want to say these words: “I, Larson….”
I cut my sentence short in shock when she turned and ran back to the packhouse, crying.
“This damn brat, get back here!” I screamed loudly.
Fuck her! She couldn’t even let me reject her in peace!
“Damn it,” I whispered, then frowned when Kyle came out of the house, walking towards me furiously.
“You don’t have to look so upset when you knew that I… fuck,” I cursed under my breath and stumbled when a punch landed on my face.
“You are an asshole, Larson, and you don’t deserve her or my sister,” he said as I touched my cheek and smirked.
“You know what, Kyle? I have been wondering about something. Why is it that you always take that brat’s side? Are you perhaps in love with her?” I asked when I stood upright and looked at him.
“What if I am?” he asked as I laughed loudly.
My heart was aching over his damned words, but I wasn’t going to show it.
“Then you can go ahead and fuck that little bitch,” I spat, then tensed when his eyes turned into those of his wolf.
“I dare you to say that again,” he whispered, and my wolf whimpered.
I uncomfortably lowered my gaze to the ground and bared my neck in submission.
He wasn’t my Alpha yet, but my wolf greatly acknowledged his presence.
My wolf and I were shocked by his actions because this was the first time we were meeting the Alpha in him. Kyle and I were best buddies, and there was never a day we argued to the point of hitting each other.
Getting hit by him and having his wolf come out to speak was a first. It showed how interested he was in that brat.
If I wanted to be in one piece, I needed to show my respect and keep my concerns to myself.
“I’m sorry,” I forced out the words.
“No, you aren’t, but with time you truly will be,” he answered, then turned and walked back.
I sighed in relief, then slowly squatted down.
I hated how vulnerable I felt whenever an Alpha was upset. If only my wolf were of higher rank.
“I hate feeling like this,” I whispered softly to myself, then stood up, brushing my hand through my hair.
I wanted to be far away from this damn place.