Chapter 8

• Erica
• I couldn't believe that my mom would say something like this. What she said sent me off the edge. How dare she try to accuse me of something I didn't do? She knew that I would not do such a thing, but she agreed to it because he is my mate.
• Does she know what he has done to me? She should know what had warranted my doing so.
• “Don’t talk to your mom like that, young lady,” my dad said in a deep, baritone voice that carries authority.
• I felt myself wanting to submit to his voice, but I was able to override his tone.
• “You should know what he did before questioning me." If it were you, what would you do? I know you would do worse than I did.
• “How would you feel if my dad was telling someone that he loved her and not only that you were there?" How would you feel if my dad had wanted to reject you the instant he met you because of the so-called girl he loved? What would you do? "You can't understand a thing because you haven't experienced it,” I yelled at her, and I stormed out of the room in anger.
• I almost pushed Victoria away, but she happened to see it coming.
• I walked into my room, and I closed the door with a loud bang behind me. I locked the door with tears dripping down my face. I close my eyes, letting the tear drop down slowly. I could taste the salty liquid in my mouth, and I knew that it was my tears.
• My heart was in pain as this was happening. I could feel my eyes getting cloudy due to the tears that were blocking my view. I felt my throat become dry. Most people might think that I'm as strong as I portrayed myself, and I am. I am strong in many places, but with my family, I feel weak.
• I'm jovial with my parents and friends, and most especially, I can't bear to argue with my parents, and when I do, I go directly to my room. I will cry for hours, and I won't talk to anyone. I have been trying to get rid of this habit, but it isn't working. I don't want people to know that I cry whenever I have a serious argument with my parents, especially the pack members. I knew that they would think I'm weak and all sorts of things, and I'm not ready to let them think lowly of me.
• I have always wished to have a lovely and caring mate, but that changed the moment I met him. All my anger and frustration were directed at him because he doesn't want me. I wanted him, and I knew that there was no way he was going to approve of me, but I knew there was nothing I could do.
• It has been hours now since I was in my room, and by the time I left my room, it was night time. I have made up my mind to apologize to my friend. I'll let him go since he doesn't want me. I knew that keeping him here was not going to do me any good. I knew that he wasn't happy here, and I'll let him go after he recovers from the effects of the cold room. I'll let him go so peace can reign.
• I'll choose a worthy person who can rule alongside me. I'm not going to let the person into my life.
• I walked toward the room where he was kept, and I saw my mother seated on the chair. She stood up immediately when she saw me enter the room, and I looked away from her with guilt in my eyes.
• My eyes caught sight of Jerome, who was laying peacefully on the bed. I could tell that I had done him something bad, which I felt guilty of. I feel guilty for making him like this. I knew I was responsible, and it only increased the guilt I was feeling.
• My heart was thrown into a feast of sadness, knowing that I had made a terrible mistake. I'm ready to let bygones be bygones. I'll let him go, and I'll focus on the bright future.
• “Sorry for what I said earlier,” my mom apologized, and I rolled my eyes. I knew that this was going to happen after I told them what he did.
• I have always cried whenever I knew that nobody knew what I was going through, and when I did, I felt angry. My anger with my parents always comes with tears, which they don't know about.
• “I hope you don't go to your room to cry like you always do,” my dad asked as I turned to look at him with a shocked look on my face.
• “How do you know that?” I asked with an embarrassed look on my face.
• “I knew that was your habit whenever we had an argument,” my dad replied, and my cheek turned red.
• “Why aren't you saying anything?” my dad asked, looking at my mom, who had become silent since the time we started our conversation.
• She was staring at me with a long look on her face, and I knew with no doubt that she wanted to say something to me. I knew what she wanted to say to me, and I'm not going to let her persuade me. She was going to tell me to go easy on him, not knowing what I had planned.
• “You don't have to worry." I will let him leave the pack once he is back on his feet. "You don't need to talk me into anything,” I said, and I could hear her gasp.
• I knew that what I was going to do was going to cost me my happiness, but seeing him happy is enough. I'll not let my emotions get in my way anymore.
• “How are you going to lead this pack?” my dad asked as he stared at me, and I could feel his eyes bore holes in my body. It was as if he could read through me.
• “The fighting challenge that the pack members want to organize would do the trick, and not only the pack members are eligible to fight in the duel; others from another pack can join,” I said, and my mom stared at me in shock.
• "No, you don't have to do that,” my mom pleaded with moisture in her eyes.
• This was something she always does whenever she wants me to do something for her, but I'm not ready to fall for that. I'm not going to let her tears force me to do something I don't want to do. I have always cheerfully done everything she asked of me, but I'm not ready to do that now.
• “I have made my decision, and moreover, he has a fiancé and will be getting married in a few months." I will only stop him from being happy if he is here in my pack. "He would be better off without me,” I said with a gloomy voice.
• It's a hard decision for me to make, but I'm ready to do that for his happiness, and there is no way I'm accepting him back.
• “If he decides to stay here to be with me, I'll reject that; I'll send him away to his so-called fiance, whom he loves,” I said, and they both looked at me with shock.
• I knew that they were not expecting my last word, but I have said my words, and there won't be any going back. I won't go back on my words. I'll see to it.
• “Mum, dad, it's already night time." You can both leave. "I'll take it from here; moreover, I'm the one responsible for this, and I have every right to right my wrongs,” I said with a sad smile on my face.
• “Good night, Erica,” my dad said as he signaled for my mom to follow him.
• I looked around the room with a sad smile plastered on my face. I knew what I was doing wouldn't make me happy, but I'm going to do everything in my power to make my mate happy. I don't want to be the reason why my friend is sad.
• I carried a stool, and I sat on it. I want to watch him sleep, and I want to make sure he is okay. This is the only thing I can do for him now. The stool was close to his bed, and I felt my heart start beating rapidly as I stared at his face.
• I fell asleep after a while with my head on the bed.
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• I woke up to the movement of things. I felt a movement in my hair. It was as if my hair were being ruffled by someone, and with that, I opened my eyes. I stood up suddenly, and soon
• I stood up, and as I was raising my head, I felt my head hit something, and I heard a groan. All the incidents that happened came rushing into my head, and I looked around and noticed that I was still in the ward.
• I was laying peacefully and more comfortably earlier on Jerome's lap. My eyes were round with shock.