Kyle’s POV:
I walked into the living room where no one was and sat down with a low groan.
After Chase had left, everyone went into their rooms. As for me, I went to the training field to blow off some steam.
Once I was done, I just wanted to rest for a few minutes in silence before going to my room. That’s why I was in the living room.
“Love is surely a beautiful thing, don’t you think?” I asked my wolf softly.
“No,” he answered in a disappointed tone.
“You don’t have to be this upset over everything,” I said silently.
When he didn’t respond, I continued to talk to him.
“I know how hard it must be for you, but she’s not our mate, she’s Larson’s,” I said sadly as he growled loudly.
He hated my words, yet there was nothing he could do to change how things had turned out.
When did we start having feelings for Tamara? It was when she turned fourteen.
Although she was annoying at first, it was entertaining for us to watch her whine and pout whenever Felix told her no about something she wanted to do. She acted like a pup, and that made us laugh so hard to the point of making our day. Then she would demand that I tell her a joke to make her laugh in return, and whenever I did, she would point out how I sucked and get a chance to laugh back at me.
Whenever I visited her house, the circle repeated itself. I laughed at her, and in return, I would make her laugh with my lame jokes. With time, I developed feelings for her. At first, I felt so guilty seeing how she was still a child, yet I couldn’t stop myself from admiring her in secret.
Her stubborn, spoiled side became cute in my eyes, and I began to see her as a princess from a Disney animation. All she needed to be complete was a prince, and I was more than willing to step into that spot and be just that for her.
All I needed to do was pretend to feel nothing for her until she had grown up into a fine woman. That’s what I told myself, and so the act began.
Two years went by, and I kept on acting like that. In my mind, I was waiting for two or three more years to confess my feelings to her, and then at the age of twenty or twenty-one, we would mate, and she would stand as the Luna of my pack.
Despite her childish behavior, it was clear to me that she was strong, and with the right training, she could surpass all the supernatural beings I knew.
Her being mated to Larson was a waste, shocking, and very hard to accept.
My heart was broken, and it became clear to me that she had feelings for him based on her reaction.
When he rejected her with his actions, a part of me felt happy and relieved.
My wolf couldn’t stop yelping about how happy he was as well.
“It is our chance now,” he kept saying repeatedly, even though deep down, we knew we were being selfish.
How could we be happy if the girl we wanted was crying over someone else? Her heart would always be drawn to him as long as she couldn’t accept his rejection.
We knew what we had to do, and that was to let go of our feelings. I told her that Larson would acknowledge her if she went far away, not because I was being kind, but because her absence would give me the time I needed to heal and move on from my feelings for her.
The weeks that passed when my mother and father weren’t around allowed me to think clearly.
I watched her cry in Jeannie’s arms and blame herself for being unwanted by him. She was so in love, and she couldn’t even see me as the guy who had loved and respected her all along.
I avoided talking to Larson and spent most of my time talking to August and Aunt Kylie to keep my mind occupied.
When my parents came back with my sister, I was very happy and chose to ignore my feelings towards Larson. But the asshole went ahead and confessed his hidden feelings for my sister. That was something I thought he could never do, knowing how much of a coward he was when it came to her. But the dude proved me wrong. His words were not only very disrespectful towards Tamara, but they were also the last straw that pushed her in the right direction.
Her decision to leave the pack was a good one, but seeing how sad and hurt she was in front of Larson made me hate him even more. I had always held my wolf back and tried to appear weak so as not to scare her, but the day Larson said all those horrible words to her, I couldn’t pretend anymore.
Our relationship was broken, and we were never going to go back to being best friends. To me, he would forever be the man who had badly hurt my first love.
Our relationship was strictly going to be that of an Alpha and his Beta, that’s all.
My decision was made, and I was going to do my best to hold onto it.
“If we had tried harder, she would have chosen us,” my wolf said sadly.
“No. No matter what, we couldn’t have won against the goddess’s blessing and decision. She is Larson’s mate, and that will never change until she accepts his rejection, if he ever does reject her again in the future. For now, they are still mates,” I answered him bitterly.
For an Alpha, being mateless was sad, yet here I was. I was still young, that I knew, but mateless as well when most Alphas I had heard of had their mates by my age.
“Whoever our mate would be, we should gladly accept her because she could be the one who would pull our heart and mind away from Tamara. I know I said with time we would let go and heal, but what happens if we never get over her? That’s why I really need our mate so badly. We need to use her in order to completely get over Tamara,” I said silently to my wolf.
He felt the same way, and he understood what I meant.
“Maybe when she comes back in the future, she will realize who truly loved her in the past and then give us a chance and want to be with us,” he said when I had stood up.
“That is impossible. I don’t think she will ever come back to this pack. If she does come back to her mother’s house, she will avoid us all and live her own life. After all, who would ever want to step foot into a territory where their mate, who had badly broken them, is?” I answered, then walked out of the room.
“I suppose,” came his response.
I walked out of the pack house and went straight to the training field.
I needed to blow off some steam again to keep my mind off everything.
Because the more I thought about her, the more I hated Larson and wanted to start a fight with him.