Ex-Mate's Regret: Now He Wants Me Back?

Chapter 13

Chapter 13

Clara's POV

I'd rather chew broken glass or better yet, get shot in the face than to spend a single moment with Morgana and Dominic. Maxwell must've noted the expression on my face, his eyes emanating a mixture of sympathy and anger.

"Dominic!", Morgana basically screeched, turning to him. "What the f**k are they doing here?"

Dominic seemed to want to be anywhere but here at this moment. Good. That made both of us.

"Don't create a scene. Let's just go."

Morgana huffed, reluctantly forcing her legs to move. Just when a sigh of relief escaped my lips, the Universe decided to deal a very cruel hand against me.

Maxwell knocked on the table lightly, grabbing my attention.

"I'm sorry. I didn't know they'd...", he trailed off, his eyes now focused on a spot behind me.

I followed his line of vision, spotting an elder walking into the restaurant. I frowned, rifling through my memories for where I had met or seen him.

"That's...", Maxwell stuttered out, rising to his feet.

"Who?"

"The Head of the Elders", he looked almost smitten. "This werewolf is a legend."

I knew who he was, it wasn't that difficult.

"I know", I cleared my throat.

Maxwell rushed over to the Elder's side. They spoke for a short while in hushed tones with Maxwell occasionally pointing at the table where I was seated.

The Elder nodded grimly before walking towards me, Maxwell in tow. I rose to my feet.

"Good evening Elder."

His reply was a pat to my bare back. "I spotted the Alpha of the Silver Fangs pack somewhere around here", his eyes scanned the room. "Find him."

His associate, or perhaps bodyguard nodded once before disappearing. I silently prayed that Dominic and Morgana were nowhere close but as my rotten luck would have it, the man returned with Dominic and Morgana behind him.

I noted the slight falter in Dominic's step as he spotted me from a distance but he masked his temporary slip with a neutral expression.

I let out a frustrated sigh as they settled into the empty seats opposite us. It was almost ironic how a simple, romantic dinner for two turned into some sort of gathering of the folks.

"Great. Everyone's here", the Elder clapped his hand in glee, signalling to a waitress.

My hands balled into fists at my side as I stared at a particular spot on the table, too livid to trust myself not to lunge at Dominic and watch life leave his eyes.

Then again, I'm just a weak omega. I couldn't take on an Alpha even if I badly wanted to.

"Hey. You alright?"

Maxwell's voice brought me back to the present. "I'm fine", I muttered under my breath. I couldn't exactly tell Maxwell how uncomfortable I was sitting directly opposite the two people who basically ruined my life. Everyone seated at this table was a powerful werewolf, heightened senses and all. They could probably make out the conversation happening at the bar opposite this restaurant.

"Excuse me", I mustered a smile at the people seated around the table. It looked more of a grimace than a smile but I found myself caring very little about that.

With wobbly feet, I somehow managed to get myself into the restroom, my breath coming out in quick, short spurts.

I felt sick right down to the pit of my stomach. The disgust and hate buried deep inside me resurfaced, uncaring.

The door slid open and Morgana stepped in, her face all too smug. If only I could wipe off that stupid expression.

"Are you alright, darling? You look a bit sick."

Her feigned interest invited a heated glare from me. With shaky hands, I let the tap water run down my palm, washing my hands just to keep my mind occupied with something.

Grabbing a tissue quickly, I wiped off my hands, tossing it in the wastebin before attempting to leave. Trust Morgana to ensure that didn't happen.

She stood in front of me, blocking my path.

"I don't have the energy to do this right now, Morgana", I glared. "Move."

Morgana looked more amused than fazed. "Why? Are you upset? Does seeing Dominic and me together ruffle you that badly?"

Despite my very sour mood, I found a laugh slipping out. "No. I think you're perfect with Dominic. Two manipulative werewolves."

She let out a scoff. "What?"

"You're a fool to think for a second that I wish I was in your position. I don't. In fact, I'm glad that I wasn't so unlucky to be Luna of that wretched pack."

"Green is not a good colour on you", Morgana sneered, regardless, I could hear the slight shift in her voice. Doubt.

"You think I'm jealous?", I laughed aloud, the sick feeling dissipating, replaced by pure amusement. "Oh honey. You have an even worse sense of judgement than I originally thought."

"How dare you?"

"Can I say something serious for a second?"

She paused, a silent go ahead.

"This is for the future. If we ever find ourselves in a setting like this, where we're forced to interact or tolerate each other's presence and you even conceive the thought of cornering me. You should think again."

The bathroom was silent.

"Next time, Morgana, wouldn't be as smooth sailing as this. You might be a Luna, but I'm a f*****g fighter and I'd wipe you off the face of the earth and dispose of your body while twisting a narrative in my favour."

"You..."

"I'm no longer the weak little omega you used to know. When you ruined my life, you changed me too. Steer clear of me."

My little speech must've taken her by surprise, actively shutting her up for a few seconds. She could only blink up at me in shock.

A heartbeat later, she finally found her voice. "You're audacious."

"Trust me, Morgana. I don't do empty threats."

When I walked out of the restroom, I knew I meant every single word. I'd kill that b***h in a heartbeat if she so much as breathes on me the wrong way.

Now, I need to tackle this dinner.