Jenna:
"It’s been so long. We’ve been coming here for days, yet you’ve never held me close. We’ve never sat down and talked about anything. But I want to know you."
I spoke in the most loving, romantic voice I could manage.
I kept hugging him, imagining what life would be like when we wouldn’t have to sneak outside just to be together, when we could spend every hour of every day together without worrying about anyone catching us.
I couldn’t wait for that day.
However, I guess I was expecting too much because he suddenly unwrapped my arms from around him.
But I hugged him again almost immediately.
"You know, when you leave, I miss you," I murmured.
But he didn’t say anything.
He simply removed my arms from around him and continued climbing out of the water.
"What’s going on? You only come to have sex with me. You never talk to me," I complained, still standing in the water.
He briefly turned around and glared at me.
"Do you think I’m using you for your body? Is that what you’re saying?" he snapped.
His voice sounded strange, rougher than usual, almost hoarse.
I didn’t know whether he had a sore throat or if something else was wrong.
All I knew was that Theodore had left earlier to meet Jaguar, and they were staying at the hotel.
I understood that he had come all the way from there just to see me.
"I worked through hours of meetings. I spoke and spoke until my throat started to give out. I thought I was coming down with a fever, but I decided no. I wanted to see you."
I bit my bottom lip awkwardly.
"Even when Jaguar asked where I had to go so urgently, I didn’t care. I didn’t care what he would think when I left without caring about my own health."
He paused to clear his throat, and every word he said filled me with guilt.
"Yet when I come here, you tell me I only come to have sex with you?"
His voice turned even raspier, and I immediately began shaking my head, feeling so guilty that I wanted to die right then and there.
"That’s not what I’m saying," I replied, trying to explain myself as I climbed out of the water.
But he was already walking away.
The words left my lips before I could stop them.
I didn’t mean to.
I tried to move closer to him, but he kept putting more and more distance between us.
It was like I had truly angered him.
"You know what? Get dressed and fucking leave. The car will be there. It’ll take you home. You’ve really disappointed me tonight."
He spat out the words in a rush before disappearing into the woods.
I remained half in the water and half out of it, completely blindsided by his anger.
I didn’t know what to think.
Maybe he already had too much going on in his life, and then I had the nerve to suggest that an Alpha King only wanted me for my body.
I guessed I had really disappointed him.
A tear rolled down my cheek as I reached for my dress.


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