Chasing His Scentless Mate (Caroline) novel Chapter 302

Chapter 302: Chapter 302 History Repeats

Joseph’s POV

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve stared at that message, at that fucking photo. Sophia sent it to me. In the picture, my father had Ava pressed against the wall at the social club, kissing her neck with disgusting intimacy.

The message simply read. "Your father’s new plaything." Those words cut through me like a red-hot blade.

The image brought back memories I’d tried to bury. Nicole, my first love, the woman I thought I’d marry. I’d found her in my father’s bed, naked and shameless, laughing when she saw my face.

"Sorry, Joseph," she’d purred, "but older men know how to treat a woman."

The betrayal had nearly destroyed me then.

Was this what happened every time I let myself fall for someone? Every time I opened my heart, my bastard father swooped in like a vulture?

Dean, my wolf, stirred restlessly in my mind. "Ava wouldn’t do this to us," he growled. "She’s not like Nicole. You know she’s not."

"You don’t get it, Dean," I snapped back. "You don’t understand how complicated this shit is. Women always want what they can’t have."

"You’re being an idiot," Dean snarled. "Ava loves US, not him."

"Fuck off," I told him, slamming up the mental barriers between us. Dean’s hurt silence was deafening, but I didn’t care. I couldn’t handle his naive optimism right now.

I hadn’t seen Ava for days. She kept telling me she was supporting Caroline, spending time with the girls, coming up with different excuses every day.

Then one fucking night, Sophia’s message arrived. I wanted to kill my father, but I couldn’t face Ava.

So the next day, I went to the social club, found Sophia, and fucked her in the parking lot like I’d done countless times before.

Days passed. Antonio had gone home, but my father kept lurking around.

Flora arranged another lunch, and I had to tell everyone Ava couldn’t make it because of other plans. The moment my father walked in, I wanted to bolt. He followed me out.

"Son, you won’t even grace me with your presence?" His voice dripped with mockery.

"I am not your son!" I turned, hatred filling my eyes. "Stay the hell away from me."

"Impossible! We’re so alike, we have so much in common..." His venomous laugh made his meaning clear. I lunged at him, grabbing his throat.

"Don’t ever speak to me again, you piece of shit. I am not your son!" I shouted in his face, and if sister hadn’t stopped me, I would have beaten him to a pulp.

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