Chasing His Scentless Mate (Caroline) novel Chapter 246

Chapter 246: Chapter 246 Bad Day, Worse Men

Ava’s POV

I stood there, heart pounding, watching Isaac pound into Cybele.

The betrayal slammed into me. This couldn’t be real.

Not Isaac. Not my Isaac.

It took them forever to notice they had an audience.

Breathe, Ava. Don’t let them see you crumble.

I started clapping, my hands shaking. "Wow, you two should consider making low-budget porn. Might actually make some money at it."

They jerked apart instantly, Isaac’s face going white as a sheet. Getting caught by me made him go completely limp. Deflated faster than a popped balloon.

"Ava, I can explain—"

"Oh, please do. This should be good."

But even as the words left my mouth, I felt my heart shatter into a million pieces. A year of us, of fighting my mother for him, a year of thinking I actually mattered to him.

Isaac stammered, clearly scrambling for some excuse that wasn’t coming.

Instead, Cybele jumped to defend her new boy toy. "Isaac is a man with natural needs, he deserves better than some frigid Omega who can’t even please her own mate."

Natural needs? Frigid Omega? Every insecurity I’d ever had about being wolfless, about not being enough, came crashing down on me.

My throat tightened, but I stayed standing.

I laughed. "Natural needs? That’s what we’re calling cheating now?"

Because Isaac’s busy training schedule and my work shifts totally make cheating okay. So this is my fault for having a job?

Isaac reached for my hand, trying to explain.

I slapped him across the face.

"We’re done. Get the fuck out of my sight."

I stormed out, found Manager Esther, and begged for the afternoon off.

Sitting on a mall bench, I finally let myself break down.

One fucking year wasted on that piece of shit. And the worst part? A tiny voice whispered that maybe Cybele was right. Maybe I wasn’t enough. Maybe being wolfless was my fatal flaw.

I couldn’t hold it back anymore. The tears came flooding out.

The first person I’d ever loved had thrown my heart back in my face like garbage.

Mom was right. Werewolves were trouble. Especially the muscle-heads who thought biceps counted as personality. Isaac was just another walking red flag.

But I wasn’t wrong for wanting to be loved, was I?

I pulled out my phone and called Mom.

When Mom answered, I couldn’t speak. Just these pathetic little hiccupping sounds.

"Ava? Baby, what’s wrong?"

"I—" Another sob escaped. "I broke up with Isaac."

Silence.

Then, "Oh honey, please tell me you didn’t break up with him just because we fought. I know I was being pushy about him, and I’m sorry—"

"No, Mom." I sniffled. "He was screwing someone else."

Sharp intake of breath.

For a few seconds, I expected her to say "I told you so" or launch into some lecture about how I should have listened to her warnings.

Instead, she cursed. "That son of a bitch."

The fury in her voice broke me all over again.

Not from pain, from relief. She was just pissed for me.

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