I Rejected My Obsessive Werebeast novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7

Aurora’s POV

Connor’s face was full of anger. All his fur, including his ears and tail, was standing on end.

His scanned the room until they locked onto Silas, who had instinctively moved to place himself between Connor and me.

“Who is this?” Connor snapped, pointing a finger at Silas. “Aurora, that is this guy doing in your bed?”

“You have no right to ask me that,” I said coldly. “And I want my keys back.”

“What did you just say?” he rounded his eyes at him. “Have you lost your mind?”

I hadn’t told Connor I was switching werebeast yet. So now was probably a good time to break the truth to him.

So I took in a deep breath and ready to spill it out.

But the next second, Connor suddenly let out a growl, his lips pulling back to reveal sharpen teeth–a sign that his canine nature was surfacing in his rage.

Before I could even stop him, Connor launched himself at Silas.

“Wait, no!” I screamed in horror.

I didn’t know which I was more afraid of—Connor hurting Silas, or Silas

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hurting Connor.

But then I quickly realized, there was no need for me to worry about Silas. Because he was a tiger.

Connor’s fist swung toward Silas’s jaw, but Silas caught his wrist without effort. With what appeared to be no effort at all, he pushed Connor

backward, sending him stumbling across my living room until he crashed into the wall near the fireplace.

“Don’t hurt him!” I said right away, my heart pounding as I watched Connor struggle to regain his balance.

Despite everything he’d put me through, I couldn’t bear to see him truly injured

Silas immediately stepped back, his hands dropping to his sides. “Sorry. I was just defending myself.”

The way Silas obeyed my order without question seemed to infuriate Connor even more. His face flushed an ugly shade of red as he pushed himself off the wall, his breathing ragged.

“Defending yourself?” Connor snapped. “You’re in MY owner’s house! My house!”

His gaze swung between Silas and me, taking in our pajamas, my mussed hair, the obvious signs that we’d probably been cuddling the whole night.

“Where the hell did you even find this… this thing, Aurora?” he gritted. “What, did you go dumpster diving for any stray mutt you could find?”

“Dumpster diving?” I repeated, breathing unevenly. “You mean like when I found you shivering behind that restaurant, digging through actual garbage for scraps of food? When you were so desperate for shelter that you begged me to take you home?”

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Connor’s face went white, then red again as the memory hit him.

That was different!” he snapped, though his voice had lost some of its conviction. “I was—”

“You were what?” I interrupted him, feeling three years of swallowed hurts and dismissed feelings rising to the surface again. “Hungry? Homeless? You were in even worse circumstances than him. So don’t stand here like you can judge Silas.”

“Silas? That’s this bastard’s name?” he pointed a finger at Silas, who had been standing firmly beside me the whole time. “Why did you bring him here? Huh? Do you know I’m coming home today and want me to see you two in bed?”

“That’s ridiculous. I have no idea about when you’re coming-”

He cut me off. “I know what this is. You’re just trying to make me jealous, aren’t you? This whole thing is some elaborate game to get my attention. Like always.”

I stared icily at him. He laughed and started clapping.

“Well, congratulations, Aurora, you have it. Now get rid of this oversized cat and we can talk about working things out.”

I was rendered speechless for a moment.

Even after everything he did to

revolved around him.

, he still believed that my world was

“You are wrong,” I said. “Connor, this whole thing has nothing to do with you. And I’ve made my decision.”

Connor frowned.

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His tail shot straight up and then swished back and forth warily.

What decision?” he asked.

I took in a deep breath, “We are over.”

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Then, to make sure everything was perfectly clear, I added, “I’m filing the paperwork to terminate our owner–werebeast relationship. You’re free to find someone else…like my sister Phoebe.”

Connor froze on his spot.

His face was blank as first. Then it went through a series of expressions+ disbelief, anger, panic, and finally desperate denial.

“Over?” he repeated, shaking his head violently. “No, what are you talking about? We were about to form a bond! Remember?”

“Yet you stood me up every time to be with Phoebe.”

“Not this time! I come back today so we can go to the Mating Center!” he growled, “You can’t just take it all back. You’re just upset because of what happened last week. You’ll calm down and realize-”

“I’ll realize what?” I snapped, my careful control finally slipping away. “That I should be grateful for whatever scraps of affection you throw my way? That I should just accept being treated like I’m not good enough? ”

“That’s not–said-”

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