Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 427

427-Embracing Her Tightly

Lazlo’s POV:

I was feeling a mixture of emotions ever since Corbin acted out a perfect plan to turn Enya against us.

‘Is he really behind it? Don’t you think it was time we proved we still care?’ Laz asked, making me realize I have gone so far in this hatred that I didn’t realize I was accusing the wrong person of it.

‘But it isn’t like we didn’t have the right to be mad at her. Imagine her mother ruined us and then faked this bond so that she could still mock us when watching us take care of our abuser’s daughter. That was her way of making sure we were in her claws even after she died.’ I scoffed, reminding Laz it wasn’t that easy for me to accept Enya and act like I am not mad at everything.

‘Besides, there is a lot about her that I find icky. Why did she jump into Maynard’s bed? I get that she was angry with me, but why punish poor Christina?’ I sighed before watching Maynard, who was walking out of the house.

“She went home,” Maynard said, looking at the empty front porch.

“You guys go to dinner. I will go home to see if she is fine,” I murmured, without looking at Maynard. The fact that he too jumped right in the bed with her had hurt me severely.

“I am not in a mood for any dinner,” Maynard whispered, sounding depressed. It made me turn to him and look at his face in disbelief. He was showing sadness because he failed Enya? Or was it because he missed the last chance to be with her?

“Huh!” I scoffed, and Maynard frowned. “I can’t believe she asked you to accept her right in front of her mate. And then she expects anything from me.” I shook my head, watching Maynard clench his jaw.

“Lazlo! Don’t you think you are being too judgmental? I haven’ t heard you say her name in two years and suddenly you are that sad, betrayed husband whose Luna didn’t say his name because he d*mn well, didn’t try to protect her,” Maynard’s voice turned louder, even Christina rushed outside after us and probably heard her mate mourn his loss.

“I thought we were headed for dinner,” Christina said, watching our faces one by one.

“You can go eat dinner wherever you please,” Maynard told her without breaking his stare from my face.

“What about you?” Christina asked, looking worried.

“Why does it matter what I want?” he finally broke his stare from me and turned to glare at her. Her lips parted in shock, and her eyes got filled with tears.

“Is it because you couldn’t accept her?” she asked, not stepping back and avoiding the conversation this time.