Screw My Mate, I'm Going Lycan - Chapter 15: Chapter 15
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My mentor moved to defend me, but I shook my head - this mess wasn't worth dragging him into. With a subtle gesture, I urged him to leave first. Surprisingly, Dylan still had some sense left. His conflicted gaze bore into me as he rasped, "Bella, why vanish without a word? Why sever our bond? Why abandon us?"
Each question felt like a hammer to my skull. Rubbing my temples, I snapped, "You're one to talk, Dylan. Weren't you the one who rejected me? Chose another as your mate?" His face twisted in agony, eyes flashing dangerously. "I was blind, Bella. Didn't realize what I'd lost until it was too late. But I swear I'll make it right."
Even Marcus, usually so arrogant, dropped his noble act. "We screwed up," he admitted, voice uncharacteristically soft. "But was cutting us off completely necessary? Do you have any idea how long we've searched...?"
They spilled their sob story - how they'd nearly lost their minds after I left, how they'd finally swallowed their pride and begged my grandmother for forgiveness. Sweet Grandma, who'd watched them grow up, eventually caved and revealed my whereabouts.
I laid my cards on the table: I wanted none of them. My future was mine alone, free from pack politics and their drama. Yet here they were, burning through resources and connections just to ambush me. Their desperation left me cold.
Pulling a recorder from my pocket, I played their damning conversation with Ember - their little scheme to humiliate me. "Enough with the act," I said flatly. "If you want Ember, go get her. But quit using me as your pawn. I've got my own life to live - stay out of it."
The color drained from their faces. For once, the Silvermoon princes were speechless. When Dylan lunged for the device, I stepped back sharply. "Try that again and the Elder Council hears everything. And don't even think about threatening Grandma this time."
Dylan's voice cracked. "Bella, we'd never hurt her! That was just... empty threats."
Marcus jumped in: "Remember when we were the only ones who got you to the hospital? When everyone else turned away?"
"Oh, I remember," I said icily. "That's why you're still standing here. But this? This is goodbye."
Hades finally intervened. "That's enough. You're disrupting our institute. Leave."
As they retreated, Dylan spun around desperately. "We grew up together, Bella! You can't just erase that!"
"Actions speak louder than words," Marcus added. "We'll prove our hearts haven't changed."
I nearly laughed. Same empty promises, different lifetime. Last time, these sweet nothings had been their trap. What game were they playing now? Puppets dancing for Ember's amusement? Whatever their angle, my future had no room for wolves who'd betrayed me.
Or so I thought.
The next week, gifts flooded the institute - rare books, moonstone jewelry, even a signed first edition of The Wolf's Codex. Hades raised an eyebrow. "Quite the courtship. Most she-wolves would kill for this attention."
"Let them have it," I scoffed. "I'm not some pup to be bought with shiny trinkets."
Eventually, Hades put a stop to their ridiculous campaign. Peace returned... until the next full moon, when visiting Grandma meant facing them again.
Each question felt like a hammer to my skull. Rubbing my temples, I snapped, "You're one to talk, Dylan. Weren't you the one who rejected me? Chose another as your mate?" His face twisted in agony, eyes flashing dangerously. "I was blind, Bella. Didn't realize what I'd lost until it was too late. But I swear I'll make it right."
Even Marcus, usually so arrogant, dropped his noble act. "We screwed up," he admitted, voice uncharacteristically soft. "But was cutting us off completely necessary? Do you have any idea how long we've searched...?"
They spilled their sob story - how they'd nearly lost their minds after I left, how they'd finally swallowed their pride and begged my grandmother for forgiveness. Sweet Grandma, who'd watched them grow up, eventually caved and revealed my whereabouts.
I laid my cards on the table: I wanted none of them. My future was mine alone, free from pack politics and their drama. Yet here they were, burning through resources and connections just to ambush me. Their desperation left me cold.
Pulling a recorder from my pocket, I played their damning conversation with Ember - their little scheme to humiliate me. "Enough with the act," I said flatly. "If you want Ember, go get her. But quit using me as your pawn. I've got my own life to live - stay out of it."
The color drained from their faces. For once, the Silvermoon princes were speechless. When Dylan lunged for the device, I stepped back sharply. "Try that again and the Elder Council hears everything. And don't even think about threatening Grandma this time."
Dylan's voice cracked. "Bella, we'd never hurt her! That was just... empty threats."
Marcus jumped in: "Remember when we were the only ones who got you to the hospital? When everyone else turned away?"
"Oh, I remember," I said icily. "That's why you're still standing here. But this? This is goodbye."
Hades finally intervened. "That's enough. You're disrupting our institute. Leave."
As they retreated, Dylan spun around desperately. "We grew up together, Bella! You can't just erase that!"
"Actions speak louder than words," Marcus added. "We'll prove our hearts haven't changed."
I nearly laughed. Same empty promises, different lifetime. Last time, these sweet nothings had been their trap. What game were they playing now? Puppets dancing for Ember's amusement? Whatever their angle, my future had no room for wolves who'd betrayed me.
Or so I thought.
The next week, gifts flooded the institute - rare books, moonstone jewelry, even a signed first edition of The Wolf's Codex. Hades raised an eyebrow. "Quite the courtship. Most she-wolves would kill for this attention."
"Let them have it," I scoffed. "I'm not some pup to be bought with shiny trinkets."
Eventually, Hades put a stop to their ridiculous campaign. Peace returned... until the next full moon, when visiting Grandma meant facing them again.
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