Screw My Childhood Sweetheart His Alpha Brother Marked Me First novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8

My chest squeezed–warm, aching, Impossibly fall.

“Yes!” Knox blurted out, voice embarrassingly eager. “Bring everything! Don’t care if there’s a thousand–wanna see it all!”

Grayson’s face twisted with fury.

Kicked the chair beside him so violently it flew across the room and smashed into the wall.

Then stormed over and grabbed my arm, trying to haul me toward the door.

“Freya, we’re leaving-”

Knox and Carter immediately blocked the doorway. Expressions calm, professional–completely immovable.

If Grayson wanted to take me anywhere, he’d have to go through them.

Not happening.

Grayson’s jaw locked. Grip on my arm tightened–hard enough to leave marks.

Realizing he couldn’t physically drag me out, shoved me back against the wall instead, hands slamming down on either side of my head.

Leaned in close–way too close–breath hot against my face.

“Freya.” Voice shaking. “Tell me the truth. Did he force you?”

Eyes searched mine–desperate, furious, pleading.

“Because if you didn’t want this–if he manipulated you, coerced you, did anything without consent–just say it. I swear I won’t let him touch you

again.”

Something inside me exploded.

Not sadness. Not fear.

Pure, white–hot rage.

How dare he?

How dare he stand there playing hero–pretending to protect me–when he was the one who’d spent years making me feel worthless?

When he was the one who’d ignored me, humiliated me, then acted like I was some burden he couldn’t wait to dump?

Raised my hand.

Slapped him.

Hard.

Sound cracked through the room like thunder.

Grayson staggered back, hand flying to his cheek. Eyes went huge with shock.

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“You” stared like his didn’t recogn

*You just lit me7

Slapped forward, votre ralin, cold, alodusly dune

“Ton the future Luns, Grayson. That means Fin not just your brother’s mate I’m second in command of this pack, 1 outrank you”

Crusemd my arine, balding his gaze without flinching

“When your Lung corrects you whether it’s a slap, an order, or a full verbal beatdown you take it. No whining. No talking back.”

Tilted my head, smile sharp and lethal.

“We clear?”

I’d been wanting to slap him since last night.

We literally grew up together. Years of friendship. Whole lifetime of history between us.

But even if he never loved me–even if he never could–be had zero right humiliating me in front of strangers,

Zero right calling me some pathetic dog who’d come sprinting whenever he snapped his fingers.

Lifted my chin, voice steady, ice cold:

“And just so we’re crystal clear? Nobody forced me into jack shit.”

“No manipulation. No coercion. Last night, I made the first move,”

Stepped closer, watching his face carefully,

“So if you’re so desperate for Aurora, then get the hell out of my life and go chase her. Though whether she’ll actually take you back?”

Paused, letting the words sink in like venom.

“That’s a whole other story,”

Grayson staggered backward like I’d physically decked him.

Let out this cold, humorless laugh.

“What? You look shocked.”

Tilted my head, smile sharp and mocking.

“Did you seriously think I’d just sit around sobbing over you forever? That I’d keep throwing myself at someone who thinks I’m trash?”

Voice dropped lower, each word deliberately vicious:

“Here’s a newsflash, Grayson: Aurora isn’t the angel you think she is. Not some untouchable goddess.”

“Last night? She was practically begging your brother to let her ‘help‘ with his rut. Crying, pleading, throwing herself at him.”

Watched his face drain white.

“Turns out your precious campus queen isn’t any classier than me when she’s desperate.”

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Grayson’s fists clenched. “You’re lying.”

“Am I?” I shrugged carelessly. “Hospital’s got security cams everywhere. Check the footage yourself if you don’t buy it.”

“Third floor. Hallway outside Ryder’s room. Around ten PM.”

Leaned in closer, voice dropping to a whisper:

“Go ahead. Watch your dream girl beg another guy to fuck her.”

That shattered him.

All color drained from Grayson’s face. Hands trembling.

But suddenly, he wasn’t focused on Aurora anymore.

Eyes went wide–wild, desperate, terrified.

“Last night-” Voice cracked. “You came looking for me, didn’t you?”

Took this stumbling step forward.

“You heard everything I said. Every single word.”

Something twisted painfully in my chest.

But refused to let him see it hurt.

Furiously swiped at tears I couldn’t stop–the ones I hated myself for crying.

“Yeah. Heard everything.”

Voice came out rough, raw.

“Heard exactly what you think of me. How pathetic you find me. How I’m just some desperate bitch who won’t leave you alone.”

Forced myself to meet his eyes.

“But congrats, Grayson. You finally got your wish.”

Shoved past him, shoulder slamming into his.

“Done being pathetic. Done chasing you. Done existing for you.”

Walked straight to Ryder’s side, taking his hand.

“From now on, the only person I’m ‘clinging to‘ is him.”

Behind me, Grayson’s voice rose–loud, furious, desperate:

“Fine! You wanna quit chasing me? Perfect! That’s exactly what I wanted all along!”

Voice shaking now, almost hysterical.

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