Screw My Mate, I'm Going Lycan - Chapter 8: Chapter 8
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The words hit me like a sucker punch to the stomach. How could they say those things about me? I was their mate—their partner—and yet they were treating me like the villain in some twisted story.
Amy's eyes glittered with smug satisfaction as she lapped up every word Dylan and Marcus fed her. The way she basked in their attention made my skin crawl.
"Thank you, Dylan. Thank you, Marcus," she cooed, her voice sickeningly sweet. "You two are the best. I don't know what I'd do without you."
A wave of nausea rolled through me. Were they really this blind? Couldn't they see she was playing them like puppets, twisting their loyalty to suit her agenda? How could they believe her lies so easily? Did they even know me at all?
But as I watched them fawn over her, the bitter truth settled in—they never really knew me. To them, I was just the fragile girl they'd convinced themselves needed saving. And now, they were using that same narrative to justify turning against me, painting me as the monster in Amy's story.
A fire ignited inside me. I wasn't going to let this slide. I'd fight back, expose the truth, and make them see exactly who they'd betrayed.
Then Amy's saccharine voice cut through my thoughts like a knife. "What about Bella? Won't she expect gifts too? After all, she aced the university—something I barely scraped into."
Her tone dripped with fake humility, the classic poor little me act. My so-called mates exchanged a glance before Dylan chimed in, "Amy, if you're upset about your grades, next time we'll just bribe the officials. We'll make sure yours are even higher than Bella's."
Marcus nodded eagerly. "Yeah, don't worry about her. We got Bella gifts too—just cheaper ones. If you two show up in the same outfit, you'll look like royalty while she'll fade into the background like some maid."
Amy practically glowed. "Thanks, Dylan. Using money to boost grades is still better than sleeping with the directors, right? At least I'm not crossing those lines just to stay on top."
Dylan's brows shot up. "Wait, who's sleeping with directors?"
Of course, Amy feigned hesitation before launching into her act. "Haven't you heard? Bella was seen leaving the director's car late at night—shoulders bare, clothes barely there. Everyone's saying she traded favors to steal a spot from a deserving student."
Marcus's expression darkened. "Is that why she got bullied the other day?"
"Exactly," Amy sighed, though her grin betrayed her delight. "People were furious. Who wouldn't be, knowing she slept with some old man to cheat her way in?" Then, as if remembering she needed to play innocent, she quickly added, "But… it's just rumors. I mean, Bella wouldn't actually sink that low… right?"
Rage burned through me. I couldn't take it anymore. I shoved the door open, and the shock on their faces was almost comical—pale, wide-eyed, like kids caught stealing candy.
"Bella—" Marcus shot up, putting distance between himself and Amy. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to visit my beta," I said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Since Amy lives next door, I thought I'd drop by and see my best friend too. But it looks like you three were having a special moment. My bad for interrupting."
Guilt flashed in their eyes—not remorse, just panic at being caught. Dylan scrambled to his feet. "Bella, don't misunderstand. We came to congratulate you both with gifts. You weren't home, so we stopped by Amy's first."
I almost laughed. He lied so smoothly, looking me dead in the eye. If I'd known my mates were such convincing liars, maybe I wouldn't have wasted two lifetimes trusting them.
Marcus grabbed a paper bag and hurried over. "Look, Bella! Dylan got you this gorgeous dress. You'll look like a queen in it."
I stared at the flimsy fabric—a cheap knockoff of Amy's designer gown. Hers was a masterpiece; mine looked like it'd disintegrate in the rain.
Marcus then pulled out a pink diamond ring—matching Amy's necklace, of course, except she got the full set while I got the scraps.
A bitter smile tugged at my lips. "I don't deserve such precious gifts. Give these to Amy—she's clearly the one you actually want to spoil. Don't worry, I won't upstage her at the party. Even in my own clothes, she'll still shine like the princess you two insist she is."
Before they could spew more lies, I slammed the door and walked away.
Amy's eyes glittered with smug satisfaction as she lapped up every word Dylan and Marcus fed her. The way she basked in their attention made my skin crawl.
"Thank you, Dylan. Thank you, Marcus," she cooed, her voice sickeningly sweet. "You two are the best. I don't know what I'd do without you."
A wave of nausea rolled through me. Were they really this blind? Couldn't they see she was playing them like puppets, twisting their loyalty to suit her agenda? How could they believe her lies so easily? Did they even know me at all?
But as I watched them fawn over her, the bitter truth settled in—they never really knew me. To them, I was just the fragile girl they'd convinced themselves needed saving. And now, they were using that same narrative to justify turning against me, painting me as the monster in Amy's story.
A fire ignited inside me. I wasn't going to let this slide. I'd fight back, expose the truth, and make them see exactly who they'd betrayed.
Then Amy's saccharine voice cut through my thoughts like a knife. "What about Bella? Won't she expect gifts too? After all, she aced the university—something I barely scraped into."
Her tone dripped with fake humility, the classic poor little me act. My so-called mates exchanged a glance before Dylan chimed in, "Amy, if you're upset about your grades, next time we'll just bribe the officials. We'll make sure yours are even higher than Bella's."
Marcus nodded eagerly. "Yeah, don't worry about her. We got Bella gifts too—just cheaper ones. If you two show up in the same outfit, you'll look like royalty while she'll fade into the background like some maid."
Amy practically glowed. "Thanks, Dylan. Using money to boost grades is still better than sleeping with the directors, right? At least I'm not crossing those lines just to stay on top."
Dylan's brows shot up. "Wait, who's sleeping with directors?"
Of course, Amy feigned hesitation before launching into her act. "Haven't you heard? Bella was seen leaving the director's car late at night—shoulders bare, clothes barely there. Everyone's saying she traded favors to steal a spot from a deserving student."
Marcus's expression darkened. "Is that why she got bullied the other day?"
"Exactly," Amy sighed, though her grin betrayed her delight. "People were furious. Who wouldn't be, knowing she slept with some old man to cheat her way in?" Then, as if remembering she needed to play innocent, she quickly added, "But… it's just rumors. I mean, Bella wouldn't actually sink that low… right?"
Rage burned through me. I couldn't take it anymore. I shoved the door open, and the shock on their faces was almost comical—pale, wide-eyed, like kids caught stealing candy.
"Bella—" Marcus shot up, putting distance between himself and Amy. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to visit my beta," I said, voice dripping with sarcasm. "Since Amy lives next door, I thought I'd drop by and see my best friend too. But it looks like you three were having a special moment. My bad for interrupting."
Guilt flashed in their eyes—not remorse, just panic at being caught. Dylan scrambled to his feet. "Bella, don't misunderstand. We came to congratulate you both with gifts. You weren't home, so we stopped by Amy's first."
I almost laughed. He lied so smoothly, looking me dead in the eye. If I'd known my mates were such convincing liars, maybe I wouldn't have wasted two lifetimes trusting them.
Marcus grabbed a paper bag and hurried over. "Look, Bella! Dylan got you this gorgeous dress. You'll look like a queen in it."
I stared at the flimsy fabric—a cheap knockoff of Amy's designer gown. Hers was a masterpiece; mine looked like it'd disintegrate in the rain.
Marcus then pulled out a pink diamond ring—matching Amy's necklace, of course, except she got the full set while I got the scraps.
A bitter smile tugged at my lips. "I don't deserve such precious gifts. Give these to Amy—she's clearly the one you actually want to spoil. Don't worry, I won't upstage her at the party. Even in my own clothes, she'll still shine like the princess you two insist she is."
Before they could spew more lies, I slammed the door and walked away.
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