Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas) novel Chapter 35

Chapter 35: 35-Causing Jealousy

Clementine:

"I’m pretty sure the idea of taking Troy as your lover doesn’t sound so great now."

I had been sitting alone under the apple tree, when I saw Yorick arrive. The cheating couple had already left, so I sat there comfortably, eating apples. I didn’t know how many I had finished so far.

I watched Yorick’s face. It looked like they’d had a bad fight. He had a split lip, blood running from his nose, and his cheek was all bruised.

"Oh, don’t look at me like that. He looks worse than me," Yorick said, trying to be funny.

"What do you want now, Yorick?" I asked, my tone dead. Just because he found out that the reason behind punishing me, and breaking up with me was based on a lie, didn’t mean it was okay with me too. He should’ve come to speak with me back when Troy had accused me of having sex with him.

That’s what I hated about everyone around me. Nobody ever came to talk to me. They just assumed things. They would listen to everyone else and believe it. Then they’d punish me. And once they found out it was a lie, they’d act like everything was normal, as if my emotions, my feelings, didn’t matter.

Just because I wouldn’t cry or explain how much I was hurting didn’t mean I wasn’t. But of course, everybody wanted me to act like a lady to cry because that’s the only way people claim they understand a woman’s emotions.

"I want to apologize," he said, making me scoff at him.

"Apologize for what, Yorick? For putting me through the worst year of my life?" I asked, sniffling back tears. I wouldn’t shed a tear for this fucking loser of an alpha.

I’d been through worse shit than these little boys torturing me. But yeah, I must admit, it still hurt a lot.

"I understand, and I don’t even know how to apologize," he said, one leg propped on a rock, bent slightly forward, resting his elbow on his thigh, his other hand hanging loose in his pants pocket.

"Will you please help me know how I can make things right?" he asked, using a very gentle and sweet tone.

I didn’t even remember the last time he had spoken to me like that.

"Yorick, just because everything’s now cleared up doesn’t mean everything is all right. Back then, you hated me because you thought I cheated on you. And then you punished me. Put me through the worst shit. So I started hating you. And now that I find out your anger wasn’t even justified? I despise you."

The way I said it, no shaking voice, no tears, I saw the hurt on his face. It probably told him I wasn’t moved at all. That I wasn’t mourning our relationship. He wanted me to cry, so he could comfort himself with the idea that if only he had talked to me, our relationship might’ve survived.

I wouldn’t give him that satisfaction. I would never give anyone that satisfaction. Clementine is not a name born to satisfy others. If someone does me wrong? Screw them. I don’t give a fuck about them.

"Did you ever love me?" he asked. I rolled my eyes, smiling sarcastically.

"No," I replied. His eyes dropped even lower.

"You’re right. I never loved you. You don’t have any quality to be loved. You got your answer. Now leave. I don’t want to see your face."

I got up and tried to walk away when he held my hand to stop me.

"Don’t fucking touch me."

I yanked my hand free, and he raised both his hands in surrender.

"At least let me make it up to you," he said.

But I walked ahead of him, not even turning around to look at him this time.

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