Although my heart had begun to beat faster than usual, I scoffed. “Dante, you have absolutely no right over me anymore. You can go play house with your ex and the woman currently carrying your child.”
Dante pinched the bridge of his nose, muttering some curse words under his breath.
I was ready to get over this already and move back in with my parents, so I drew in a deep breath as the realization of what I had to do next began to linger in my heart.
My wolf’s energy began to surge in me and I knew she could sense what I was going to do next.
“We just have to, don't we?” her voice echoed in my head.
“We do,” I agreed.
Without another thought in my head, I began, “I, Jocelyn Beaumont, re-”
“Not another word!” Dante yelled, stopping me before I could free myself from this burdensome bind holding the boyg of us together.
“Let me go!” I yelled back.
“No! You do not get to go because you are my mate and you will be my mate forever!”
I held onto my bags even tighter. “Fine! Then I guess if you do not want me rejecting you and breaking this bond peacefully, I will have to raise a case with the elders and we’ll have to see what they have to say about this!”
For the first time since this argument began, Dante’s lips pulled into a thin line and he took a step back. I took that as my cue and walked past him as fast as I could until I was in my car and driving towards my parent’s house.
On getting to my parent’s house, I was presently surprised to see that they were as supportive as ever.
“You should have left him sooner. Dante might be our Alpha, but he should know how to treat his Luna right. Do you remember when he left you on the day of your mating ceremony just because Gabriella was having issues with her mate?” my mother recalled, shaking her head.
“Or the time he spent your birthday with Gabriella because he heard she was sick,” my father added.
“We’re just so glad you're back to your senses now. You’ve been as loyal as a dog, patiently waiting for him to give you just a fraction of his attention for seven years. Enough is enough, Joceleyn,” my mother commented before wrapping her arms around me in a loving embrace.
It was enough to keep my tears at bay. I had been so stupidly in love with Dante for years, and the more I thought about it, the sadder I felt for myself.