Chapter 3
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Lily
“I don’t even know the name of your pack,” I say in a low tone after having had s*x three times with Alpha Wesley. I’m not sure how the massage turned into a naughty business, but I think I’m crushing on the man sprawled on the bed in front of me.
He grins at me while holding up his head with his muscular arm. Is this the sexiest Alpha alive, or what? It’s hard not to notice his muscular form, and it shouldn’t be possible, but my cunt comes to life for the fourth time when a telltale smirk curves his lips.
“The Luan pack,” he says, gauging my reaction. “That’s the name of my pack...have you ever heard of it?”
Not good. What do I tell him? I can’t just go ahead and admit I’m a rogue and have no idea what pack is which and what. I know nothing! Will Wesley judge me for that?
Most werewolves don’t respect us packless wolves, and I have a feeling someone with a high position like Wesley would hate me on the spot if he knew what I was. He would also probably be disgusted that he had s*x with me.
I swallow thickly, eyeing him silently. I’m crap at most things in life, but hiding my rogue stank? I’m a pro at that. It comes from something called survival. How are you going to live in the big city if every single werewolf wants you dead?
“N-no, I haven’t heard of it at all...” I try to smile, but Wesley isn’t smiling back.
“How can you live in New Jin City and now even know about the Juan pack? We run this city.” His tone isn’t aggressive, just curious.
I try to stay calm. “Actually, I’m not from New Jin City. I just came here a couple of weeks ago, and I-I’m still learning about the packs.”
He stares at me unblinkingly, like he is trying to decide whether he should believe my lie or not. I guess he eventually believes me because he says, “Well, if you ever need help with anything, just come to me or another member of the Luan Pack. We don’t turn anyone away.”
I offer him a smile of thanks, and he smiles back. Right then, I feel oddly comforted. Maybe Wesley is different from other alphas.
“Thank you, Alpha,” I say, touched.
He glances down and reaches out to brush a strand of my hair away from my face. His hand lingers, and I can feel his warmth down to my bones.
“You don’t have to call me Alpha,” he murmurs, and I get the feeling he is not just talking about the title anymore.
I gaze into his eyes, looking for some sort of sign that he likes me back, but he’s unreadable in that moment. Taking in a deep breath, I break away from his gaze.
“What should I call you then?” I ask quietly.
He smiles, and it’s the kind of smile that promises something special.
“My name is Wesley. You can call me that since I get to call you by your name, Lily.”
I’m not shy in the slightest. Never been, but I do have a consciousness. It doesn’t feel right to lie about who I am, so I let out a heavy sigh before deciding to come clean.
“There is something else you should know about me...” I start in a bitter voice. I hate being a rogue. Part of me does not want to tell him the truth, but I have to.
“Oh?” Wesley raises his eyebrows expectantly, waiting for me to continue.
“I’m actually a rogue,” the words come out like a tortured gasp, and my stomach does a flip when I see the surprise and disgust that flashes across Wesley’s face.
“You’re a rogue?”
Refusing to appear weak, I meet his eyes head-on. “Yes.”
He considers my words in silence before muttering, “That explains why the bond is so weak...”
“Say what again?”
Instead of answering, Wesley yawns, and I see his hard c**k bobbing up against his lower abs. I shouldn’t stare, but I can’t help it.
Damn it.
Why am I still looking at him? He doesn’t want me. I need to leave this room and fast to avoid heartbreak.
“It’s time for me to go.” I stand up from the bed and search the floor for my clothes. “We can pretend tonight never happened.”
He sits up, running a hand through his dark hair. “You’re running away from me?”
“No, I...” I blush as his magnificent chest comes into view. The light is hitting his abs just right. I swallow. “I just think that our fun is over.”
“Hmmm...” He is looking at me as if he can’t decide on something. “You might want to reconsider,” his eyes rake me up and down, and there is a smirk on his lips. “I doubt you will be walking straight after last night, so you might as well have another round.”
Is he making fun of me or trying to fool me? I’m a rogue—there is no way for him to like me. So is he just offering me more s*x to reject me? Boost his little ego for when he throws me out? Pfft. I’m smarter than that.
My eyes harden. “I’m fine without it.”
“Was the s*x not good for you?” He smiles.
I shrug. “I don’t know... I’ve had better.”
He pauses, and an expression that looks a lot like anger washes over his face. “Better than last night?”
“That’s what I just said.” Is he deaf?
“And I don’t believe you.”
Oh my god, Is he seriously going to act as if he is the moon goddess’ gift to women? Time to set him straight. “The s*x wasn’t good.” I’m lying, but f**k it.
“Really?”
“Mhm, it won’t be very memorable.”
“Fair enough.” The light in his eyes goes out, and anger ticks against his sculpted jaw as he stands up. “If it’s honesty you want, then I’m relieved that you’re leaving. You might be my mate, but you’re a rogue, and I don’t want that. So I, Wesley Brooks, reject you, Lily, whatever-you-last-name-is—”
“Lopez,” I interrupt.
He glares at me. “Lopez...well, you’re rejected. So put on some damn clothes and leave my apartment.”
“How could you reject me? I’m probably not your mate!”
“Do you feel a sense of loss right now?” I wince, and he smirks. “Sometimes rogues can’t feel the mate bond because to love someone else, you need to love yourself, and you don’t do that, do you?”
Don’t give him the satisfaction of the truth, Lily. Glare back at him and lie. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
He snorts. “Yeah, right...”
“You’re so judgemental.”
“And you’re still inside my apartment,” he points out. “I thought you were f*****g leaving?”
“I’m going to!”
“Good!”
“It’s not like I didn’t know this wouldn’t last!”
“How could it?” He hisses at me. “Not only are you a rogue, but you’re a goddamn liar too!”
My blood is boiling, but I won’t argue with him. He is right...this time. Wesley was the best s*x of my life, and he is also the prettiest guy I’ve ever slept with. But I really wish he wasn’t because he is a total douchebag. The disgust in his eyes right now? Yeah, f**k him.
I put on my clothes and stride for the door without looking back. “Goodbye, asshole!”
Wesley mutters a curse in the background, but I’m not listening to him. Not anymore. I slam his door shut and try my damn hardest to ignore the tears prickling behind my eyes. It’s hard to focus on the anger, but it’s the only way not to cry at the fact that my mate has just rejected me.
Nobody wants me. I’m all alone, and I don’t know how to change that.
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