Shunned By An Alpha, Cherised By A Lycan

Chapter 48:

As expected, no one questioned my actions. A loud roar and sharp whistles filled the air. Staring at her, I almost chuckled as a red hue spread across her cheeks, and she looked away.

Breakfast was peaceful and hearty, and Jasmine left before I did. Under the guise of being tired, I dismissed Kade for the morning and headed to her room. Maybe I shouldn’t have gone there, as everything only ended up topsy-turvy.

From Jasmine accusing me of using her, I quickly lost the last bit of self-restraint I had and found myself sealing her lips with mine. Ace was in control now, unsatisfied with the simple kiss before breakfast. She tasted like heaven, and her voice only pushed me further. Her arousal blinded my senses as I softly bit her nipples.

But everything came to a halt when she parted her legs, demanding “more.” I knew I had to stop. Without saying a word, I left. If I had stayed even one more minute, I would have given her more than just “more.”

My mind cleared as I walked back to my room, the walk helping to calm both Ace and me. In the distance, I spotted two female figures standing together. I didn’t need to get closer to recognize Jasmine; her hair was still in that messy bun from our last meeting.

It was as if she had sensed my presence. Our eyes locked. From the way her lips turned down at the corners, I knew she was upset. As I drew nearer, I saw the other figure—thick black hair, tall… My face tightened into a frown. It was Isabel.

I quickened my pace and brushed my fingers over Jasmine’s hand, about to wrap my fingers around hers, but she jerked her hand away. Right.

I glanced between Isabelle and Jasmine, ready to speak, but before I could, Kade appeared again. His eyes were wide with concern as he sent me a distressed mind-link. “It’s about the rogues. You’re needed at the border right away, Ryder,” he said, and I nodded in response.

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I couldn’t take it anymore. His words cut deep, twisting like a knife in my chest. Was he really going to tire of me? Just like that? Sure, I’d messed up, but he was blaming me as if I’d chased after him for fun. The fuck? He had a hand in this too. If he’d told me about Isabelle, I would’ve known what to expect. But no. If he couldn’t even disclose my purpose in his pack, there was no way he’d have mentioned her.

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The silence between us was suffocating. Ryder stood at the edge of the room, his back to me, his broad shoulders stiff with tension. He was deliberately shutting me out, making it clear that his decisions were final. My chest tightened as a wave of helplessness washed over me. But beneath that helplessness, rage was simmering.

“Really?” I yelled, my voice cracking as I knelt on the bed, fists clenched at my sides. “You’re just going to leave it like that? I’ve explained why I ran after you! Why couldn’t you tell me about Isabelle?”

The words hung in the air between us, heavy and sharp. My fury bubbled over, and I was barely holding it together. He wouldn’t even turn to look at me. I knew he could hear the pounding of my heart, feel the anger radiating from me, but he remained a stone wall.

“This wasn’t boredom or… or whatever the hell you were thinking,” I snapped, my voice trembling as I struggled to control it. “I know my position here.” I could feel the rise and fall of my chest speeding up, my breath coming in uneven bursts. He had reduced me to this—questioning everything.

My mother’s words echoed in the back of my mind. You deserve better, Jasmine. For once, I agreed with her. I had been blind, seeing everything through rose-colored glasses. I had clung to the idea that maybe, just maybe, Ryder was different. But now? Now I saw the reality of my situation. What would I even tell my future children if I ever had any? That their father kidnapped me from my pack and made me his mistress? No. I wasn’t signing up for that.

I swallowed hard, my throat constricting. “And what am I now? A side chick? A mistress?” My voice faltered for a moment, and I hated how vulnerable I sounded. “The same damn story repeating itself. The Moon Goddess must be laughing at me right now. From bad to worse, from grass to ashes.”

I stared at his back, feeling the weight of my words. He still hadn’t moved. It infuriated me. Why wouldn’t he just answer me? Why couldn’t he face me and give me the truth? My curiosity and anger gnawed at my insides, pushing me to demand the answer to one burning question.

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