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

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Clara's POV

Dominic and Maxwell stood facing off. If the atmosphere was tense before, it was stifling now. There were a few spectators, scratch that, everyone was staring at the two males, varying looks of curiosity and surprise on their features.

So much for laying low.

Morgana was standing at Dominic's side. She looked anything but amused, her eyes flitting between the men.

I rushed to Maxwell's side, Lucy hot on my heels.

"What's going on here?", I asked, but Maxwell was too busy glaring at Dominic to answer. My secretary answered.

"I don't know. One minute they were talking and the next, Mr. Maxwell grabbed the Alpha's shirt. I'm surprised a fight didn't break out."

"Maxwell", I tugged at his jacket. No response.

My eyes danced between the two men and then a few elites in the crowd. They watched in intrigue, probably the most entertaining act they've witnessed throughout their very pampered life.

They were waiting with bated breath, silently revelling in the next big act. What would she do?

I had two choices and I didn't like either one. I could choose to defend Maxwell, be the power couple everyone makes us out to be. Or, smile and apologize to Dominic for the gross misconduct of my man.

I swallowed the lump in my throat yet the bitter taste only seemed to intensify.

"Forgive me", I stepped in front of Maxwell. "I have been a terrible host and I probably forgot to educate Maxwell on the way he's meant to act around royalty", I winced, disguising it as a smile. "I apologise, Alpha Dominic."

I could feel Maxwell's eyes on me, no, everyone in the room was staring at me, including Dominic but I couldn't let my calm and collected facade slip, at least not now.

Dominic straightened up, clearing his throat and adjusting his tie. "It's fine."

"Babe", Morgana practically screamed in his ear. "What he did was unacceptable. We should punis..."

"That's enough", Dominic glared at her.

If I didn't know better, I'd say he stared at her with disgust, but that wasn't my concern. Maxwell stepped back, his eyes glaring daggers at Dominic before he stormed out, deaf to my calls.

I turned to the crowd. "Please, continue. Don't let a little hitch spoil your night."

They listened and the music resumed. I let my shoulders sag in relief before turning to my secretary.

"Make sure everything's in peak-perfect condition. I'll be back."

I walked quickly, turning corners until I finally came to a stop where Maxwell was standing. Even from a distance, I could feel the waves of anger emanating off him.

"Hey", I greeted, taking small, cautionary steps towards him.

I knew just what happens when a werewolf loses control. Furthermore, I was nothing but a weak omega. If Maxwell gets blinded by anger, I could wind up dead.

"I know that was not how you wanted the situation to be handled. But it was the best way."

"You could've defended me", he answered, his voice hurt.

"I'm sorry. I had to pick the better option and I knew it would only bite us back in the ass if we didn't treat that situation with caution."

"I hate this", he grunted out.

"I hated it too", I took another step, entwining my fingers with his. "I'd never do anything to hurt you intentionally. You know this."

"Yes."

"Maybe someday, when we are stronger, more powerful, we could fight them. But for now, we could lose everything in the blink of an eye."

"Okay", he let out a breath, his shoulders relaxing. "I understand."

I could feel my blood still boiling in anger at having to side with Dominic. Grovelling at his feet simply because most of his acquaintances, colleagues and people who'd jump in a raging inferno at his command were present.

I feel so upset.

"I'll go check on Nico in the car", Maxwell glanced at his watch. "It's almost time for us to leave."

"Yes. I'll be with you shortly."

He nodded once before walking off, leaving me alone. But not for long.

The one person I'd rather carve out my eyeballs with a spoon than talk to, walked in. Morgana looked just as I remember, same blond hair, striking blue eyes, a figure to die for and a smile that made her seem like a f*****g saint.

"Well, if it isn't the loser, Clara."

I bunched my hand in a fist, reminding myself that she wasn't worth the trouble. At least, not yet.

"Morgana! Fancy meeting you here. I don't think I had the chance to welcome you."

A snort met my greeting. "Drop the nice girl facade. You don't fool me."

"But you see, I don't really mean you any harm. How's the Luna duties working out for you?"

"Jealous?", she screeched. "I mean, I get where your obsession with being Luna stems from."

"Oh?", I swallowed, reigning in the anger that was on the verge of revealing its ugly head. "Well, you're quite filled with wisdom, as is expected of a Luna. You must be so busy with the affairs of your pack. I'll leave you to it."

The metallic scent of blood invaded my nostrils and I didn't have to look at my palm to know that the blood was mine.

My claws had dug out a few droplets of blood from how tightly I fisted my palms.

"If your aim is to seduce Dominic once more, then I'd advise you to take a step back", Morgana walked slowly to my side. "He picked me in the past, he'd still pick me again. So, watch it, Clara. I don't have the same generous amount of patience as I did four years ago."

I doubt she had any to begin with, but I simply let her walk off, a particular bounce to her step. A small, yet bitter smile curved my lips. She can rejoice now at her small victory, but one thing I could promise was that by the time I was done with exacting my revenge, she'd wish she steered clear of me from the beginning.

I'd make them suffer.