Chapter 340:
“Serves you right,” I thought. “Imagine being thrown out of your comfort zone, not even allowed to defend yourself. And to make it worse, you spend days in the forest, where your chances of survival are slim. All of this is happening faster than you can process.”
“It’s just you alone in the woods, with no basic necessities for survival, while the person who put you in this situation is comfortable, snuggling in another woman’s arms. I’m sure that’s easy to forgive,” my wolf’s accusing voice echoed in my mind, further pricking my already tortured conscience. “Imagine what would have happened to Aurora if she hadn’t stumbled upon Dax and Devin.”
I had never felt so foolish in my life.
“I’m sorry,” I muttered, unable to argue, as guilt gnawed at me from within.
A tear slipped from my eyes, trailing down my cheek and soaking into my black shirt.
“If Aurora had died, I would have deserted you to be with someone else. Someone with a sense of reasoning. It would have been my pleasure to watch you suffer and die mate-less, while the throne is snatched by those who don’t deserve it. You selfish, entitled bastard!”
I didn’t stop my wolf. I let the hateful words sink in, my head slumping in shame, because I knew I deserved every single one of them.
I was a selfish, entitled bastard.
But insults didn’t bother me anymore.
All I wanted was Aurora.
I didn’t care that she had been ignoring me for weeks. Winning her back was my only goal.
I knew that earning back someone’s love and affection was the hardest battle to fight, but I was more than prepared for it.
Aurora could ignore me all she wanted or treat me as if I didn’t exist, as she had been doing, but I wouldn’t give up until she was mine.
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For Aurora, I would do anything. I wouldn’t mind falling to my knees in front of a crowd, if it meant winning her heart back.
I knocked on the door again, this time the knock longer than before. I wiped the tears from my cheeks, trying to compose myself.
Still, there was no response.
But I knew the room wasn’t empty.
Aurora’s sweet scent lingered in the air, giving her away.
Why did she enjoy torturing me emotionally?
Using my wolf’s hearing, I could make out her soft, rhythmic breathing, the rapid beat of her heart, and the occasional yawn.
What was making her scared? Was she thinking? Was she feeling the way I did?
My patience was running out, and the urge to break down the door consumed me.
My hand dropped from the door and clenched the bouquet of marigold flowers I held.
I knew she loved marigolds, and I hoped they would help rekindle whatever affection was left between us.
I was exhausted by her silent treatment.
How could she be emotionally stable when my mind was a mess? Nothing made sense without her.
Her silence was killing me, and I was slowly losing control.
