Revenge On The Rejected Alpha

Taunt

Silvia Davis POV

"Do you seriously doubt my trustworthiness? Take a moment and reconsider. Do you think I would ever do anything to put you in harm's way? I can't even fathom the idea, Sil. Please, try to understand me," Raven pleaded, his voice filled with desperation. How ironic it was to see an Alpha like him begging in front of a pitiful being like myself. I felt completely out of my element, lost and unable to find my place in this situation. Time seemed to slip through my fingers, and I couldn't hold it back.

Raven was important to me, but not more than the scars and determination I carried due to my father's death. I never wished for my life to be this way, filled with so much turmoil. I could do anything except fulfil the expectations he had for me. If he truly was my friend, he would understand, wouldn't he?

"Do you believe in me? I need your trust, Raven. I know that nothing bad will happen because I have faith in myself. We can trust in this, and you can trust in me," I assured him.

Both Rihanna and Raven needed to place their trust in me. I couldn't afford to think about anything else. He had to understand that this was who I was, and nothing could go wrong.

"I don't give a damn about what you want me to trust in. By seeking revenge for your father, you're putting your own life and your mother's at stake," Raven said, gripping my shoulder tightly, his anger evident. I could feel the heat radiating from him, and it was becoming increasingly annoying. I wanted to push him away and deliver a punch, just so he would understand that what he was doing was wrong.

"Stick it up your ass. You can't comprehend this because you have both your father and mother. As for putting my life in danger, I couldn't care less. You know very well that for my father, I would give up anything. It's just a mere life. Watch what you say," I retorted, setting the matter aside, if that was even possible.

"I know I can't understand your situation, but that doesn't mean you can take it for granted. I've worked hard to become an Alpha, and it's not an easy job. I'm only saying this for your own benefit," Raven soothed his voice, his tone calming down as he saw how enraged I was.

"Leave it. Tell me why you're here?" I changed the subject, not wanting to answer his question at all. Raven wasn't wrong; he was just concerned. But how could I leave like a coward, even if I sometimes acted like one? It wasn't in my nature to do so.

There were so many things I wanted to discover, despite all the suffering my mom had endured. She didn't want me to uncover the truth or delve into my past. All she desired was a peaceful life for herself, so that I could find my mate and start anew without all the pain I had experienced.

However, forgetting wasn't easy at all. How could I forget that I never got to see my father's lifeless body? That void would never be filled, no matter how hard I tried to bury it. It inflicted so much pain within me.

Tears streamed down my face as memories of the hardships we endured after my father's departure flooded my mind. It was an unforgettable ordeal, and I couldn't simply run away from it. Leaving everything behind wouldn't be the right course of action after all the agony I had endured.

"Are you seriously questioning me, Silvia? I can't believe how absurd your behaviour is," he sighed, his disappointment evident in his face.

"Well, Mr. Raven isn't always available at your beck and call, is he? It's so difficult to have you around," I taunted, the words dripping with sarcasm.

"Is that supposed to be a taunt?" His jaw clenched as he balled his hand into a fist, clearly showing his anger towards me. I knew he was more frustrated with my denial than the question itself.

Can I say it?

Mission impossible.

"If that's how you want to take it, I suppose I don't mind," I replied, a sweet grin playing on my lips.

"Damn adorable," he mumbled, exhaling a deep breath.

"Flirting doesn't suit you, Raven," I commented, fully aware that Raven was immune to such words. I always said this when he tried to sweet-talk me, which was practically every time we had a conversation. He treated me with kindness and acted like a true gentleman. I didn't deserve it.

"I don't think you mind it," he admitted, his intense gaze fixed upon me.

A blush crept onto my cheeks, hidden beneath the mask I wore. I was glad it concealed my embarrassment.

"What the hell!"