Alpha Xander's Undoing Chasing my Unknown Mate Back novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6

*Xander*

“You’re being an ass, Xander.”

Matt’s voice grated on my nerves, but I didn’t let it show. Instead, I leaned back in my chair, arms crossed over my chest, and shot him a glare.

It was the end of the day, and he had just barged into my room. Those were the first words he said to me. Not that I was surprised or even phased. Matt tended to barge into my room all the time throwing accusations around.

Unlike most of the students here, me and Matt’s room were on the fourth-level dorms of the academy. When I wanted to, I usually went back home, but I ensured my accommodations at the academy were adequate for whenever I stayed here in the week, since the pack was about an hour away.

The room size was adequate, with a large king-size bed in the middle and an armchair across. A desk sat in the corner for pack and school work, and I had a private balcony that gave the perfect view of the forest.

I glared at Matt as he sat in the armchair across from me.

“What the fuck was that today in the cafeteria?” I demanded. “Why did you hug her like that?”

Matt rolled his eyes, like he was already over this conversation before it even started.

“To see if you actually care about her. She almost died, you know.”

I ignored the sharp, twisting feeling in my gut. “Did she take her medicine?”

Matt snorted. “Yeah, she did. I made it less unbearable,” he said with that ever-present cocky look on his face.

“Your job is to ensure she takes her medicine, not to get all close with her,” I gritted out as I pointed a finger at him, accentuating each word.

Matt shrugged shamelessly. “She’s a good person.”

“You forget she’s the one who killed Eden? The love of my life?”

Matt’s face darkened, but his voice remained even. “You have no proof. For all we know, Rory just found her body. My wolf thinks she’s innocent.”

I shot up from my chair, slamming my hands onto my desk. “Your wolf doesn’t have a say! He’s not the one mourning!”

Matt exhaled slowly, like he was trying to keep his patience intact.

“Look, I know you’re hurt. And I’m sorry for your loss. But are you forgetting that even when you did, your wolf never chose Eden? Do you know what would’ve happened if you had tried to put your mark on her?”

I didn’t want to hear this. Not again. My wolf had always been oddly silent when it came to Eden. I ignored it, convinced it was some mistake, some fluke. I loved Eden. I was meant to be with her.

And yet…

Even then, even when she was alive, something about Rory always made my wolf stir. It pissed me off. It still pissed me off.

Matt must’ve seen the war raging inside me because he just shook his head. “You’re my best friend, Xander. And I’m trying to help you not fuck up the one thing in your life that could actually make you happy.”

I scoffed. “Happiness? With her?”

“Your wolf thinks so,” Matt said, voice edged with finality. “You can keep denying it all you want, but it won’t change the truth.”

An image of her on our wedding day flashed across my mind. She had looked so small standing next to me, her dark, tameless curls that had failed to stay in her elegant bun, tumbling past her shoulders, framing a face that was too delicate.

Her large, doe-like eyes—usually guarded—had been hazy that day, unfocused, and her steps had been unsteady, like she was teetering on the edge of something. I had assumed she was drunk, shamelessly so, unable to stomach the thought of marrying me.

And yet, even then, she had been beautiful.

The silky white dress hugged her in all the right places. She had a body like no other—filled out in just the right places. Gosh, Eden was her older sister, and not even she had a body like…

Stop. I had to stop thinking about Aurora.

But it was the innocence clinging to her that had unsettled me the most. She was untouched. Pure.

My jaw ticked at the thought.

I had no right to care, but knowing that she had never been with anyone before me—that her first time would have been with a man who despised her—made something dark and possessive curl inside my chest.

I pushed the thought away, scowling. None of it mattered. She was nothing to me. She had killed Eden. She had taken the one person I had wanted. So why the hell was my wolf clawing at me every time she so much as breathed?

I can’t do this. I can’t stand here and feel anything towards her. Not when Eden is dead because of her.

I hated her. I had to hate her.

Because if I didn’t, what the hell was I supposed to do with these feelings?