99 Times for Alpha’s Bestie novel Chapter 60

I finished my IV drip in the afternoon. After the doctor carefully applied a patch to my lower back injury, I was free to go.

Back at the hotel, I took a long nap. When I woke up, Liyah and I headed to the restaurant for our last meal here at the Sandman Hotel. I had a great time while I was here, even despite the trip to the hospital.

Liyah had booked our flight home was scheduled for 8 pm, leaving us with over four hours before boarding.

In the buffet restaurant, I felt a rare sense of relaxation that I hadn’t experienced since arriving in Langley. Just as I was enjoying my food, a tall, oddly imposing figure suddenly appeared to be approaching my table.

It was Liam.

He was dressed impeccably, his hair styled perfectly. However, the contrast with the white bandages wrapped around his body was jarring, making him look almost ridiculous.

It took everything in me not to burst out in laughter. He looked like the clown he always was deep down inside.

I instinctively lowered my gaze, raising a hand to shield my forehead, and focused intently on my food, trying to ignore him.

But Liam’s face lit up with a smile as he approached. Without warning, he reached out to lift the hem of my shirt to check my injury.

“Liam, what the hell are you doing? I could have you reported for being a p*****t, you know!” I swatted his hand away.

Our reunion was anything but warm.

My words seemed to pierce his heart like a needle straight through it, because I saw the dimming of the light in his eyes, but he didn’t get angry.

“I just wanted to see your injuries.” He sat down directly across from me, “What happened last night? How did you end up with Lucien? Did he give you a hard time? Tell me what he did to you, and I’ll make him pay the consequences.”

“Save it, Liam. With your current state, what are you trying to prove? You couldn’t even protect yourself. Have you found those who attacked you yet? Have they faced their consequences, or are you going to keep blowing all this hot air?”

A flicker of embarrassment crossed Liam’s face, but he quickly

“I’m injured like this, and you make fun of it? Don’t you even care about me? When I heard you were injured, I rushed right over. Where is the kindness back, Claire?”

In all of our time together, I had never been this cold to him.

Back then, even a small injury to his finger would bring me to tears. As mates, we never wanted to see the other hurt. Or, at least that was how I thought it was.

Now, with Liam’s careful precision of fraying our bond over the years, looking at his injuries, I felt nothing.

“Care about you?” I scoffed, my appetite vanishing. “Liam, stop kidding yourself. We have parted ways. Stop kicking the same dead horse over and over again. It’s exhausting and I’m over the unnecessary drama that you always seem to attract.”

An annoyed scoff was heard next to me.

I personally was surprised that Liyah stayed silent with Liam here for this long. She was a real pitbull when she didn’t like you.

“Liam!” Liyah couldn’t take it anymore. She grabbed my arm and stood up, shaking her head in disgust. “You’re like a stubborn piece of gum stuck to her shoe! We can’t seem to shake you now that she wants nothing more to do with you. Get a life!”

Liam’s expression darkened at her words.

In front of everyone, he suppressed the urge to argue further and simply said softly to me, “In my heart, you’ll always be my mate. That has never changed.”

I only felt disgusted.

“Liam, I’m not your love! That person is the mistress you kept for the entirety of our relationship. Go back to Breanne, I’m sure she’s waiting with some dramatic ploy to gain your sympathy all over again!”

My words couldn’t be any clearer than they are right now. Before he could respond, I turned to leave.

At that moment, a lazy figure in the corner of the sofa straightened up.

“Can you keep it down?” Lucien looked at me with a drowsy, brooding beauty, his deep voice laced with annoyance.

My pupils dilated in shock, and then my facial features fell in defeat.

Lucien?

Of course, he was here. It’s like he has a beacon to always be in the area for my embarrassing public outbursts.

He took a water bottle from John, and leisurely drank a few sips before standing up.

His piercing gaze swept over me, one hand casually tucked into the pocket of his black silk robe.

The hotel’s exclusive black silk robe highlighted his pale skin, exuding an air of cold nobility that kept others at bay.

“Lucien!” I quickly switched my tone; my previous coldness was replaced with feigned warmth. “You brought me to the hospital last night? Thank you so much.”

Lucien didn’t respond. Instead, he strolled over to an empty table, still holding the water bottle.

“I’ll have a cup of coffee,” he said, his voice husky.

“Sure! Right away!” The intent suddenly clicked in, and I practically jumped up, eager to please. “Do you want sugar?”

“No, thanks.”

Despite my injuries, I dashed to the food area, quickly returning with a cup of coffee, and carefully placed it in front of Lucien.

Liam’s face lost all colour, his eyes glued to my every move, frozen like a statue.

When he saw me place a cup of coffee in front of Lucien with a soft smile, he nearly shouted, “I want one too!”

“Get it yourself,” I shot back, my tone icy without looking back.

Liyah watched the scene unfold, her arms crossed, looking at Liam like he was a hopeless lunatic.

“Liam, when are you going to accept that she left you? How can you expect your ex–mate to serve you? Absolutely ridiculous!”

I sat down directly across from Lucien, propping my chin in my hand, my gaze fixed on him as he drank his coffee.

Every subtle movement of his exuded elegance, and I was entranced, admiration shining in my eyes.

This scene must have ignited Liam’s jealousy, because the next thing I knew, he stormed over, grabbing my wrist

I finished my IV drip in the afternoon. After the doctor carefully applied a patch to my lower back injury, I was free to go.

Back at the hotel, I took a long nap. When I woke up, Liyah and I headed to the restaurant for our last meal here at the Sandman Hotel. I had a great time while I was here, even despite the trip to the hospital.

Liyah had booked our flight home was scheduled for 8 pm, leaving us with over four hours before boarding.

In the buffet restaurant, I felt a rare sense of relaxation that I hadn’t experienced since arriving in Langley. Just as I was enjoying my food, a tall, oddly imposing figure suddenly appeared to be approaching my table.

It was Liam.

He was dressed impeccably, his hair styled perfectly. However, the contrast with the white bandages wrapped around his body was jarring, making him look almost ridiculous.

It took everything in me not to burst out in laughter. He looked like the clown he always was deep down inside.

I instinctively lowered my gaze, raising a hand to shield my forehead, and focused intently on my food, trying to ignore him.

But Liam’s face lit up with a smile as he approached. Without warning, he reached out to lift the hem of my shirt to check my injury.

“Liam, what the hell are you doing? I could have you reported for being a p*****t, you know!” I swatted his hand away.

Our reunion was anything but warm.

My words seemed to pierce his heart like a needle straight through it, because I saw the dimming of the light in his eyes, but he didn’t get angry.

“I just wanted to see your injuries.” He sat down directly across from me, “What happened last night? How did you end up with Lucien? Did he give you a hard time? Tell me what he did to you, and I’ll make him pay the consequences.”

“Save it, Liam. With your current state, what are you trying to prove? You couldn’t even protect yourself. Have you found those who attacked you yet? Have they faced their consequences, or are you going to keep blowing all this hot air?”

A flicker of embarrassment crossed Liam’s face, but he quickly

“I’m injured like this, and you make fun of it? Don’t you even care about me? When I heard you were injured, I rushed right over. Where is the kindness back, Claire?”

In all of our time together, I had never been this cold to him.

Back then, even a small injury to his finger would bring me to tears. As mates, we never wanted to see the other hurt. Or, at least that was how I thought it was.

Now, with Liam’s careful precision of fraying our bond over the years, looking at his injuries, I felt nothing.

“Care about you?” I scoffed, my appetite vanishing. “Liam, stop kidding yourself. We have parted ways. Stop kicking the same dead horse over and over again. It’s exhausting and I’m over the unnecessary drama that you always seem to attract.”

An annoyed scoff was heard next to me.

I personally was surprised that Liyah stayed silent with Liam here for this long. She was a real pitbull when she didn’t like you.

“Liam!” Liyah couldn’t take it anymore. She grabbed my arm and stood up, shaking her head in disgust. “You’re like a stubborn piece of gum stuck to her shoe! We can’t seem to shake you now that she wants nothing more to do with you. Get a life!”

Liam’s expression darkened at her words.

In front of everyone, he suppressed the urge to argue further and simply said softly to me, “In my heart, you’ll always be my mate. That has never changed.”

I only felt disgusted.

“Liam, I’m not your love! That person is the mistress you kept for the entirety of our relationship. Go back to Breanne, I’m sure she’s waiting with some dramatic ploy to gain your sympathy all over again!”

My words couldn’t be any clearer than they are right now. Before he could respond, I turned to leave.

At that moment, a lazy figure in the corner of the sofa straightened up.

“Can you keep it down?” Lucien looked at me with a drowsy, brooding beauty, his deep voice laced with annoyance.

My pupils dilated in shock, and then my facial features fell in defeat.

Lucien?

Of course, he was here. It’s like he has a beacon to always be in the area for my embarrassing public outbursts.

He took a water bottle from John, and leisurely drank a few sips before standing up.

His piercing gaze swept over me, one hand casually tucked into the pocket of his black silk robe.

The hotel’s exclusive black silk robe highlighted his pale skin, exuding an air of cold nobility that kept others at bay.

“Lucien!” I quickly switched my tone; my previous coldness was replaced with feigned warmth. “You brought me to the hospital last night? Thank you so much.”

Lucien didn’t respond. Instead, he strolled over to an empty table, still holding the water bottle.

“I’ll have a cup of coffee,” he said, his voice husky.

“Sure! Right away!” The intent suddenly clicked in, and I practically jumped up, eager to please. “Do you want sugar?”

“No, thanks.”

Despite my injuries, I dashed to the food area, quickly returning with a cup of coffee, and carefully placed it in front of Lucien.

Liam’s face lost all colour, his eyes glued to my every move, frozen like a statue.

When he saw me place a cup of coffee in front of Lucien with a soft smile, he nearly shouted, “I want one too!”

“Get it yourself,” I shot back, my tone icy without looking back.

Liyah watched the scene unfold, her arms crossed, looking at Liam like he was a hopeless lunatic.

“Liam, when are you going to accept that she left you? How can you expect your ex–mate to serve you? Absolutely ridiculous!”

I sat down directly across from Lucien, propping my chin in my hand, my gaze fixed on him as he drank his coffee.

Every subtle movement of his exuded elegance, and I was entranced, admiration shining in my eyes.

This scene must have ignited Liam’s jealousy, because the next thing I knew, he stormed over, grabbing my wrist.