Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee novel Chapter 430

430-Ah His New Luna Queen Is My Bff.

A Week Later:

The rain on the day of the funeral has become a signature of mourning. It has become a bad habit for the clouds to start raining whenever our eyes shed tears. My black dress was all wet as I stood beside Janet, watching everyone pay their respects and leave.

The misfortunate event took away Janet’s smile too, along with everything. It was weird how he got randomly attacked when he was on his way home in the middle of the night. The authorities said it was a rogue attack. Whatever it was, it ruined Janet’s peace.

Everybody attended the funeral, including Lazlo, Christina, and Maynard. I haven’t spoken to them again. I was too busy helping Janet with the funeral arrangements and also helping her with depression.

“We should head back home now,” Lazlo whispered from behind me, making me aware of the curfew. After this attack, Corbin announced a curfew until the rogue was found. I am sure he didn’t care about finding the rogue who killed Mathew. The whole attack only helped Corbin by confirming his rules were the only things that would make a difference.

I wished I could stay with Janet, but Corbin had given me permission to stay for two days in the next week. He had taken control over everything now and it was bugging me to the next level.

“I will come stay with you next week. Can you please hold it up

until then?” I gently patted my hand on her back and asked her. She nodded faintly, and soon we walked out of the cemetery to travel home.

“What are you doing?” Lazlo asked me when he watched me stand near the road and call an Uber.

“Calling an uber,” I answered,

“There is no need to be dramatic. Come sit with me.” He offered me a seat in his expensive a*s car, doing a favor to me.

“I believe we stopped sharing a car a few weeks ago. Let’s just keep it that way for a while,” I said, keeping my eyes on the road.

I was done pleasing him. The more I ran after him, the more he turned arrogant. That night, when they refused to help me, it was a nail in the coffin for me.

Soon my uber arrived, and in a few hours I had made it back to Lazlo’s pack.

“Thank you,” I thanked Marko for always helping me out. He was thankful that I helped him the other night with his financial issues. And ever since then, he has been my personal Uber. He would make himself available, no matter how busy he was, to give me a ride.