The next morning when I woke up, everything seemed to have changed. Even when I heard Ashton frantically talking to someone, trying to soothe them down, I didn’t care at all.
“Bella, don’t cry, please. I know you don’t want to hurt Isabella even when she took me away from you. You are so kind to everyone, Bella. What would I do with you?”
“The person I love will always be you. If you say you love me, I’d do anything for you.”
“But... the Alpha considers Isabella a friend and has invited many important people from different packs. If I back out now, he would be furious.”
I felt like throwing up as I heard his elated laughter that followed next and he said excitedly, “Yes, even if I marry her, I would take vows with both our names. And during the oath taking ceremony, I will bribe the pack priest. No one can break us apart.”
Even though I had decided to end things, I was stunned with how cruel he was.
Werewolves chose their mates and took an oath sealing the bond, the children born only then were given the legitimate status.
As Beta’s mate only when I gave birth to his legitimate children would I be given the title of Beta female.
He never wished to let me hold on to that title.
It was as if I had been humiliated enough the words made me grit my teeth. What a fool I had been in such a blind love. After that, Ashton quickly disconnected the call and entered my room, thinking I was still fast asleep.
When he saw me sitting straight, staring right into his soul, he was stunned.
“Bella, when did you get up?” Ashton asked, his eyes not meeting mine as if plagued by guilt and shame.
I didn’t speak a word and got up, going straight outside the room, disgusted even with his presence.
Seeing me not speaking anything, Ashton sighed feeling content that his plans were still good for I had not overheard him.
But then feeling my eyes watching him, he said, "Please don’t be angry, Bella. I wasn’t in my right state of mind yesterday.”
I didn’t speak a word resisting the urge to punch him in the face.
He waited for a reply and when I refused to answer he looked at me coldly.
“How long do you plan to throw a tantrum? Our wedding is in a week, and you need to be the perfect bride, so stop with this. Also, I have some things to do today, so don’t wait for me tonight.”
I hummed in reply to which he eyed me suspiciously.