395-Sometimes Sweet, Mostly Bitter?
"What did you say?" Corbin shook his head as if he was not sure if he heard me correctly, but then he placed a hand on his chest as he felt the mate bond shaking.
"You rejected me?" he grimaced, tilting his head and fixing an angry glare on my face. I was hesitant and afraid of his reaction, but then the counselors started to walk out after sorting out everything for the night. I felt like it was my chance to leave.
"Alpha King Corbin. I know you must be hurting, but justice is what we cannot look away from," the old man started having a word with him while he looked distracted. I could tell he was thinking of a million ways to kill the old man who was stopping him from coming after me.
I sprinted out of there and reached the bus stop in a few minutes. I was out of breath, panting, and breathing with difficulty. The instant the bus arrived, I climbed into it. It was odd that Lazio didn’t come to pick me up.
"Ah!" I sighed, holding a hand to my chest, and felt miserable. I hated it. I was not used to this life. Even when I didn't have my powers, I used to fight and take a stand for myself. I knew back then that somehow I would survive, but it was completely different this time. If anything attacks me, I will not heal.
Thankfully, Corbin didn't follow me, or maybe he lost my scent. I almost tripped when getting off the bus. I had a lot planned for the next day. Now that the trial has ended, I could join the office with Lazio as his secretary, just like he had suggested.
I figured it would be a good way to keep myself motivated and keep going, even when life seems so boring now.
Walking my way into the pack, I finally arrived at the mansion- my mansion. The home that I shared with my husband, Lazio.
"I am home!" I voiced, stepping inside and taking off my shoes at the entrance because they were all muddy. It had been raining for the past few days, so everywhere was just muddy and wet.
I walked into the dining room to find Lazio sitting in the dark with all the food displayed before him.
"What is it?" I asked, looking around at the cold food and burned-out candles.
"You forgot?" He sighed, leaning back against the chair and deepening the stare with me.
"I forgot wh—, Oh!" I slapped my forehead, feeling like a fool for not remembering that he had told me he was going to prepare a dinner for me to celebrate the victory.
"I didn't forget. I stayed for his punishment," I answered, pulling a chair out to sit and eat with him.
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