Too Late Alpha The Mate He Never Wanted (Iris and Eric) novel Chapter 73

Chapter 73

Iris’s POV

“You what?!”

Jasmine’s shriek rang in my ears like a shrill whistle.

I flinched, accidentally hitting my swollen fist on the door frame of the bathroom. Pain jolted up my arm like sharp knives, and I hissed through my teeth. “Ow-Jasmine! You startled me!”

I had just finished telling her about my incident with Lucas, and she was in shock.

“Oh my goddess!” Jasmine pressed both hands to her cheeks like she still couldn’t believe what she just heard, but her brown eyes sparkled with delight. “I can’t believe you did it.”

I rolled my eyes, though the corner of my mouth twitched slightly. “It’s not a big deal.”

“Not a big deal?!” Jasmine was almost bouncing from the couch. “You punched Lucas. Lucas! And you’re still breathing.” She leaned forward, lowering her voice to a whisper. “Do you know how impossible that is?”

I gave her a flat look. “Oh, come on—”

“No, don’t you dare downplay this.” She cut me off, shaking her head furiously. “Iris, do you realize what this could mean? What if this is just a façade? What if he’s pretending to let it slide, causing you to enter a false sense of security, and then-bam!” She slapped her palms together dramatically, making me flinch again. “Payback, bitch.”

I groaned, settling down on the edge of the bed. “Stop being so dramatic.”

Jasmine gasped, clutching her chest like I had stabbed her. “Dramatic? Honey, I’m being realistic. Do you have any idea how terrifying Lucas can be when he’s pissed? If he wanted to, he could turn your life into a never- ending training nightmare. You would be running round that field until you puked blood.”

I closed my eyes. “Wow. Thank you for those reassuring and comforting words. I appreciate them.” I drawled sarcastically.

Jasmine grinned at me. “You’re welcome.”

Then she tilted her head, “Honestly, I should frame this moment.”

I frowned at her. “You’re enjoying this way too much.”

“Of course I am.” She grinned. “You gave a lot of people in this pack a gift today. Do you know how many people dream of punching Lucas?”

I snorted. “And here I am stuck with a swollen fist because of it.”

“Perfect timing!” Jasmine sang, clearly oblivious to my discomfort. She wrapped her arm around mine, already dragging me forward. “Come on, Iris. We’re going shopping.”

As we walked, I couldn’t ignore the stares. People’s heads turned. I could hear the whispers and murmurs. I could feel the judgey eyes on me. At that moment, I wished that I could disappear into the floor, just to escape the overwhelming feeling.

I clenched my good hand into a fist at my side, ignoring the throb from my broken one. Just keep walking, Iris. I said to myself.

Beside me, Jasmine acted like a diva who was walking down a red carpet. She waved at people, greeted people with wide smiles on her face. Everyone from the pack adored her.

My ears caught part of the whispers as we passed.

“That’s her, the outsider.”

“Wonder how long she’ll last”

“The one who punched Lucas”

Heat crawled up my neck as I focused ahead. Don’t trip, Iris. Don’t show weakness.