Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 363

363-1 Want Rejection

"So where are you going?" he asked, blocking my way when I tried walking past him.

"You don't listen to me, do you?" I asked, my eyes spitting out complaints. He had been doing this for some time, and I ignored it, thinking maybe he needed some time. But it’s been weeks now that he’s been giving me the cold shoulder and accusing me of not paying attention.

"What?" He frowned in bewilderment.

"I was yammering my ass out to you in the morning for an hour. I told you all about my plans, but you didn't listen to a word.

And then I get all the heat from you," I scoffed, saying the truth. Even his changing expressions were a sign that he understood that he was the problem here.

"I might have zoned out," Lazio threw an excuse in my face while he would have reacted completely differently if I did the same.

"And you were giving me shit for not sharing anything with you," I said, not carrying much energy in my tone. The weather has gotten bad in a few minutes. Something was off, but maybe it was due to the fact that it's been more than a month since I lost Thiago.

"Oh! So you only shared a piece of your life with me because you wanted to make a point?" Just when I expected him to understand, Lazio took another turn.

"There is no winning with you anymore. You are always exhausted with me. You look at me like I'm a walking curse." I yelled as the hidden anger inside me began to erupt. How long can one even tolerate such treatment? And all because I inherited some of my mother's abilities?

"It is not you, it is the magic—," he pressed his lips tightly to avoid saying more, but I understood what he meant.

"It wasn’t the magic that made my mother evil." I finally said it. It had been growing inside me ever since I heard what my mother had been doing. I just couldn't believe that the magic had made my mother that way. There was definitely some evil inside her. Magic only helped her use the power to hurt others.

"Look at you, defending your precious powers," he scoffed as if to mock me.

"Yeah! Take a good look because that will be the last time you are seeing me in the light of your mate," I muttered as a warm, salty tear made its way down my eyes. My heart was breaking, but it had to be said.

"What did that mean?" the anger from his face vanished. His eyebrows drew closer, his lips muttering something in silence.

"I think we should have realized by now that we cannot stay together anymore. We tried and it didn't work out," I nodded when talking in a broken voice. It was still not easy for me to break things off with him, but it was much needed.

"No!" He shook his head, rejecting the suggestion. "You cannot break my heart after your mother broke me," he said, raising his voice as his tears reached the surface of his eyes.

"I am not breaking your heart. I am freeing you from this cage of insecurity." I didn't want to say it, but all the mistreatment and loneliness got to me. The moment I used that word, his face went expressionless.

"You think I am jealous of your powers?" he asked in a monotone.

"No! but y—," I retorted, trying to change the subject, but the alpha ego in him wouldn't let me do so.

"This is what you meant, or what else do you mean by the insecurity in me?" he let out a scoff, laughing hysterically while running a hand through his hair.

"Fine," I whispered, giving up easily.

"If that's what you think, I cannot change your mind. I am tired of you always telling me that you feel belittled whenever I do what I wish to do as if that is such a bad thing. Everybody is allowed to do what they desire. I don't want to follow your lead in silence. I don't. I am so tired of you trying to hold my hand and change my direction because you are an alpha and you think you can." I was yammering and breathing with difficulty. I feared my tears would choke me.

"Wow! I didn't know you had so much trouble with me," Lazio gasped. "Did you ever find anything good in me, or have I only been a terrible mate to you?" he asked, and once again, I felt the pressure on me.

"As if you don't see anything wrong with me," I yelled in tears. The loudness of the wind and our breaths were getting out of hand. Everything seemed to be rushing fast. He was aggressively walking back and forth, running a hand through his hair, and grunting while I was sobbing and breathing loudly.

It was turning messy. There was something in the air. Maybe I can smell a rejection.

"And who do you think is perfect for you? That Corbin? Is it about him? Ever since he came, you have changed. You are always focused on him. You just love the idea of a powerful creature chasing after you and trying to peruse you. Is that what it is all about?" He yelled, finally stopping in his steps and not walking here and there like an enraged bull.