Chapter 8
During my stay in the hospital, Alpha Kennard continued his visits every other day, as predictable as ever.
Word of his seemingly endless devotion to me spread through the neighboring rooms.
The nurses and patients alike couldn’t help but envy me, imagining how lucky I was to have such a caring and loving mate.
If only he didn’t always bring along that tag–along Alpha Cynthia, he’d truly seem like a good man.
My health was improving every day.
Even my left arm, which had been stiff and numb, slowly began to regain feeling.
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But what I noticed most wasn’t the steady
progress of my physical recovery. No, it was the sight of the two of them–Alpha Kennard and Alpha Cynthia–playing their little game beside me.
And I realized it was time. Time to close the net and finally make them pay.
Seizing the moment when Alpha Kennard stepped out, I called Alpha Cynthia over.
Since the fallout last time, she dropped the pretense whenever we were alone.
“What do you want?” she asked me irritably,
“I don’t think you should come around anymore,” I said with a squint and a smile.
“Why? Are you trying to get rid of me,
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Emma?” she shot back, her voice laced with defensiveness.
“Not exactly. It’s just that you kind of intrude on my alone time with Kennard, and it seems like Kennard doesn’t really want you tagging along either.”
Alpha Cynthia‘ delicate face twisted in anger. “No way! Alpha Kennard loves having me around. He only comes to see you because he has to!”
Things were progressing as I’d hoped. I feigned disbelief: “How can you prove that?”
“Just wait. Tonight, I’ll show you the truth.”
With that, shet ned and settled on the farthest sofa.
I didn’t say another word, just waited for the
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show to begin tonight.
It was Friday, and per usual, Alpha Kennard would sleep on the sofa in my hospital room.
Tonight was no different.
I quietly watched him change clothes.
“What’s up, Emma?”
He seemed a bit flustered under my gaze and asked me.
“Nothing.” I just found it amusing that he’d soon have to frantically change back.
A minute passed, then another.
Just as I was growing impatient, Alpha Kennard‘ phone finally rang.
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It’s Cynthia’s usual cheap way of making me jealous when it’s obvious that any werewolf can use telepathy, and Cynthia’s just trying to highjack.
A tearful, almost choking voice echoed from the phone’s speaker, the kind of voice that always tugged at a fool’s heartstrings.
He immediately jumped off the sofa and clumsily put his clothes back on.
Mumbling something about work, he rushed out without looking back.
Grabbing my phone and throwing on a coat, I followed him.
I knew Alpha Cynthia well enough to predict where this was headed. She’d set everything up close to my room, just as I’d expected.
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Sure enough, the elevator stopped two floors below mine, and I followed, my heart racing with anticipation.
I found the room they were in. The door was slightly ajar, just enough for me to peek inside.
The door was slightly ajar, just enough for me to see what was happening inside.
It was a family rest room, meant for weary relatives, but now, it was littered with empty bottles.
Alpha Cynthia lay sprawled across the floor, her big eyes red from tears, but the moment she saw Kennard, her face lit up with false sweetness.
She practically threw herself at him, draping her body over his, her lips brushing against
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his neck.
“Kennard, I missed you so much,” she purred
“Why have you been spending all your time with my sister these past two days? You promised to take me out, didn’t you?”
Alpha Kennard, responding as he lifted her onto the bed, was held back as he tried to get up.
Alpha Cynthia, eyes closed, wrapped her arms around his head and kissed him fiercely.
Time seemed to stretch in that moment as stood frozen, watching the betrayal unfold.
Then Alpha Kennard seemed to snap out of it and pushed Alpha Cynthia back.
