Five months for him to decide that his ex-fiancée, the Alpha he was in charge of protecting, could find some other poor sap to follow her around, chat with her, and keep her useless ass safe.
He’d fallen back in love with her instead, even if he wouldn’t admit it.
Assuming he'd evernotbeen in love with her. Which I didn't completely buy.
Regardless of any feelings, she hadn't forced him to compete. She hadn't forced him to become the Beta. She hadn't even forced him to stay close to her.
That was all him.
Which was why I was still waiting for him to wake up and choose me,instead of just telling him we were fated.
Waiting… and fantasizing about murder.There was a lot of that going on too.
I definitely needed help.
Maybe I'd ask Kat what she did with Callum when he felt stabby.
Then again, even in his angriest moments, Callum's anger had never been charged by the battery that my magic was.His rage was the icy kind. Mine was not.
"Let's just listen to the book," he said.
My anger deflated.
I pulled my arm from his grip and started running again before panic replaced the anger, like it always did.
My bottomless well of energy was the anxious kind, and if I didn't burn enough of it away, it turned into panic attacks. They'd never happened this often before I met Jonah. Perks of finding the other half of your soul and watching him live in the same house with the woman he loved, I guess.
"How did you sleep?" he asked me when he caught up to me, like he always did. He was a steady guy. It was just how he was. Reliable, and caring, and fun.
Not the intense kind of all of those things, though. The laid-back kind. The kind that didn't get involved unless it was necessary.
I should've realized that when Kat was abducted by Callum and he didn't try to rescue her. If any of my family members had been stolen away by someone more powerful than them, I'd fucking destroy that person.
"I didn't sleep," I said, like I always did."I only really sleep after I've been fucked into oblivion. I should go to the nightclub tonight and try to find someone to wipe me out there."
"You should."
Those two words nearly broke me.
My fated mate, telling me to find someone else to fuck.
By some miracle, I managed not to end up scrunched up in a ball on the dirt in a panic attack.
My murder fantasies kicked back up again. I could practically see my plants strangling Gwen. Draining the life from her stupidly gorgeous face.
Even if he hadn't been in love with her, there was no world in which he would ever develop real feelings for me.Gwen was quiet. Calm. Laid-back. Go-with-the-flow.
I was the opposite of those things. And on top of it, I was spending at least five hours a day running on broken blisters, paying an exorbitant amount in spellcaster fees for healing ointments just to make sure I could continue running more than a marathon every day.
The alternative was to live in a heap on the dirt, experiencing a continuous panic attack.
Being a powerful fae was a real bitch.
The only potential escape from the cost of my magic was my fated mate.Who was not interested in me at all.
Whoop-dee-doo.
I'd really gotten the raw end of this bargain.
