Fenrir was a bastard most of the time, at least he supported me, since he kept me from leaving and didn’t seem interested in being better for me, for our troubled and forced relationship.
If it weren’t for Alexandra and, sometimes, Nicoleta, I would have been alone most of the day. No company and nothing to do.
Because he didn’t care.
The damn mate of mine, didn’t care.
A broken sigh passed my lips.
When I looked to the future, thinking about anything related to marriage, I imagined so many things, but never that I would spend the rest of my days alone, without pups, and neglected.
Unless I found a non–sterile lover, I would even be deprived of the pups I had dreamed of
I shook my head and inhaled deeply, absorbing the smell of tobacco, alcohol, and many fluids. It was a fun night, no reason to let myself be shaken by how much of an idiot Fenrir was.
As if noticing the exhalation of my mood, Ança returned and set the glass in front of me.
“It’s the best in the house,” she said, placing her hands on her wide hips.
I pressed my fingers around the mug handle and brought it to my lips, smelling the butter before taking a sip. It had a rich and smooth taste, with a sweet touch that reminded me of caramel.
“Wow, this is good,” I said, taking another sip.
I wasn’t used to drinking. My father forbade it. He always said alcohol wasn’t for decent females. I only tried it when getting used to its tastes,
“You’ve never had butterbeer before?”
I shrugged.
“To be honest, I know very little about most drinks.”
She stared at me for a few seconds, in silence, watching me.
“Oh, then I’ll have to offer you our most traditional one. Want to try?”
“I’d love to.” I smiled.
I ran
away with Selena, and I was
Anca turned to go inside the small establishment, leaving me alone again. She didn’t take long, returning with a small transparent glass with a yellowish liquid, the same one I had seen some people drink as soon as I arrived.
“It’s called tuica, made exclusively from plums.”
I took the glass from her hand, feeling the stronger smell of alcohol in the small dose, I didn’t think much about it, just brought the glass to my lips and swallowed the entire liquid
Heavens.
It was strong, with a fruity taste, and it burned as it went down my throat. I started to cough. Anca laughed and took the empty glass from my hand.
“I think, for you, only the butterbeer will do ”
“Please,” I pleaded, my voice hourse from the coughing fit, making her laugh even more.
*Well, feel free, Savannah, I have some things to take care of. If you want more beer, just call me.
“Everything on Fenrir’s tab?” I asked, to make sule.
“Yes, everything on his tab”
1/3
“Great” I flashed a big smile.
Laughing, she turned back inside the bar, leaving me alone once more.
I enjoyed the music and had a little more to drink, ignoring the warm sensation that still overtook me. I swayed to the rhythm of the sound and smiled, savoring the moment.
“I’m sure Marilyn’s bitch is having fun right now,” someone said, a female voice sounding from the table in front of me.
I diverted my attention from the music, focusing on their conversation as I heard the name of the hateful omega. The two females talking had their backs to
- me.
“I wish I had received the invite too, sighed the redhead, who was sitting next to the brunette, the one who had spoken first.
“I do too. I’d love to sleep with one of those hot alphas.”
“And I just wish I were lucky e enough to be invited more times, like Marilyn’s bitch. The brunette huffed;”
“You know she’s always invited because she sleeps with Fenrir. What’s the point of going to a sex party if you’re not bringing the bitches he likes to sleep with?” she mocked.
Sex party?
“She used to sleep with Fenrir, you mean. Now he’s mated,” the redhead replied.
The brunette laughed loudly.
“Sweetheart, even mated, he’s spending the nights at Marilyn’s. And it wasn’t her who told me, I saw him leaving her house in the m morning.
with my own
I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t ve, it was as if i were frozen.
move,
*So, for sure, Marilyn is having fun with him and will make him forget his new mate, the redhead said.
I dropped the glass onto the table and stood up in a quick movement, drawing attention and a few looks in my direction. But I didn’t care about any of them.
With staggering steps, I walked away from them, away from the music and the happiness that moment brought.
I didn’t have a certain direction to go. I just walked, wandering aimlessly.
My heart was beating slowly.
I breathed in, swallowing the air, before pushing it out of my lungs, repeating the motion every second.
I could only walk, breathe, blink, and exist. I moved so far from the village, as if somehow I water replaced the conversations and the melody.
I could leave it al
all behind,
that I
I only realized when the sound of
It was the lake behind Fenrir’s house.
approached the edge, my legs gave way, and I dropped to my knees on the ground. The first tear slid down my cheek.
As I a
ng, the restlessness.
The heat I was feeling.
It was Fenrir sleeping with Marilyn. Sleeping with the bitch who loved to humiliate me, whenever she could, whenever she had the chance.
it was Fenrir declaring, not only to her but to everyone, my irrelevance in his life, the little importance he gave me,
“it’s spending the nights at her house.
A sob escaped my lips. I spread my hands on the ground, on the cold earth, and threw my head back, opening my lips in a loud, sad, and broken growt
He made sure to make my life even more miserable, whenever he could. I wasn’t allowed to leave, to live my life.
I didn’t even have freedom.
I had never been free. Never.
Before. I had my father to keep me trapped. The only taste of freedom I had was during the months I spent running away with Selena. But then he showed up. Trapped humiliated me, despised me, stopped me from finding my sister. And now, he betrayed me.
If only he respected me. The safety of staying by his side was comforting, I could see a life, though with restrictions.
More tears ran denen my face, sliding to my chin and dripping onto the ground, wetting the sand,
ms like your gardens has more visitors than expected.” Marilyn warned me, fried to alert me to my irrelevance to the alpha
“And it seemi
wiping my hands on the skirt of my dress, I threw my flats away and walked toward the water. It was cold against my warm skin.
1 stood up, wip
| shovered as I advanced, and it rose.
stopped when it reached my waist and threw myself into it, sinking. I stayed still, eyes closed, floating on the water with my body softened.
1 let it take my tears, cleanse my face and body.
Breathing wasn’t that important, was already drowning inside, suffocating with each passing moment.
Without my sister, without the freedom I thought I had, without the life I once dreamed for myself.
I opened my eyes and stared at the reflection of the moon, the water obscuring it.
Feu didn’t deserve my sadness. He didn’t deserve anything from me, except contempt. Complete and absolute contempt.
His goal was to trample on me, to make it clear how insignificant I was.
watn’t free. And I never would be.
I would never have the life I dreamed for myself. The perfect house, the man of my dreams, and pups to love.
I was nothing. And I would never be anyone.
