Troy:
I felt Clementine’s words against my cheek like a slap when she asked me to walk away.
I did not see it as a task to go after Yorick. I saw it as her way of wanting to be alone with her mate. That was so messed up.
The fact that Haiden had been her bully for so long, but she was suddenly helping him with his revenge, being overly sweet with him, going out shopping and letting him choose a gown for her, just bewildered me.
Was it that easy for someone to earn her forgiveness? Then why was I being put on a stake, especially when I was a victim of her rumor?
I rubbed my face in my hands as I walked out of the hall, headed straight downstairs, to the garden to find Yorick. But then I heard someone come after me and call my name.
"Alpha Troy?"
I recognized the voice. It was Clementine’s stepsister. I turned around and gave her a look, watching the way she passed me a full glance, almost too hungrily. There were some things I hadn’t told Clementine, and I was afraid of them being exposed to her.
"What is it?" I asked, groaning at her.
"Come on, don’t be a stranger," she said in her very dramatic and seductive tone.
"Actually, you dropped your handkerchief when you were storming out," she said, batting her eyelashes and holding a handkerchief up for me.
"It’s not mine," I said, keeping a distance, my hands in my pants pockets, which made the coat rise a little from the edges.
"Alpha Troy, did something happen between the two of you? I saw you guys were having an argument," she uttered, and I was instantly taken aback.
She had been watching us all this time. I must tell Clementine to be careful of her.
"What?" she asked. "I was only looking at you."
It was almost as if she read my mind.
"Well, you shouldn’t. I’m not yours to look at," I reminded her, taking a step back when she walked toward me.
"Come on, Troy, don’t act like we never did it before. Do you remember that one night when you were here to meet Clementine, but then you ended up bumping into me? And that same night we had—"
She clicked her tongue as she didn’t finish. She didn’t have to. I had a one-night stand with her in the past, and I was not proud of it. Because I knew once Clementine found out about it, she would not be happy.
Not because there was something going on between me and Clementine, but because there’s a certain boundary you’re not supposed to cross, especially when her stepsister is her bully.
"The very one-night stand that made me realize I should really focus on getting to know the person first, because sometimes some chicks are not really good down there." The minute I commented that, I watched her smirk start to fade.
"Does Clementine know?" Before she could finish again, I intervened.
"You can go ahead and tell her. You think I’m afraid of her? You think I’m afraid of anyone here?" And then, with a hand gesture to dismiss her, I walked away. I could almost imagine her seething with anger.
But the truth was that I did not want Clementine to find out about it. Even though she should not matter to me. We ended our friendship a long time ago.
But still, there was some part of me that was so cautious around her. I did not want to make any mistakes.
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