I didn't look back, ignoring Beta Johnson’s call that I take Rowan with me. I didn't care what happened to him now. My dream and hope of a better future with my mate is nothing but a memory now.
All I wanted now as I start my car was to be away from all of them. I needed to breathe, to think, to cry, and to shriek at the Moon Goddess for allowing me to be mated to a male who already loved another female. A Rowan who proposed to another Bella.
“AHH!” I screamed inside my car, letting all those heavy emotions flow out of me. But screaming inside my car was not enough to lighten my heart. It didn’t even help a bit.
I stopped the car in the middle of the road, the path is as empty and silent as my heart now. It no longer whispered Rowan’s name and promises.
Alpha Rowan was drunk: that was the only explanation I could find. The only explanation that explained it all.
He didn't know what he was doing. He probably didn't even recognize me because of his drunkenness and that female just went along with his random mumbling to make fun of him in front of the other Betas. It was a case of mistaken identity and common things that male made up when the beer drowned their sense of self.
But the way he looked at her…the gold-and-ruby ring on her finger and the softness of his voice when he spoke to her wouldn't leave my mind.
“How long have you been cheating on me, Rowan?” I whispered while staring at the picture we took just last year.
Just hours ago, I was sure Alpha Rowan of the Moonstone Pack was the one for me. The one I will love and cherish forever.
Now…I wasn't sure anymore. Just thinking of him, it almost made me vomit on the side of the road. I started my car again when I noticed another car was approaching behind me.
As I drove away, I remember months ago when my Alpha was taking a shower, his phone vibrated. I hesitated at first to pick it up because I trusted him so much that I never checked his phone. But I was very curious, especially because the name of the sender was just ‘Her’. I picked up the phone and unlocked it.
The text message was simple but enough to let my curiosity turn to suspicion: “Don't worry about tonight, Rowan. I'll see you tomorrow.”