Desperate to claim me, but I've moved on

Kyla's POV

I run a charity program where I heal people who couldn't afford their hospital bills due to financial reasons, that's the only way I could stay in touch with my gift as an omega and Ava was one of the people I had anonymously helped.

Somehow, she had found out my address and came to Virginia after graduating. Crying, she told me her family was going through some financial issues, she needed a job and a place to stay for a while.

That wasn't my specialty but Vincent, seeing her pitiful state, not only let her stay but also arranged an internship for her at his company. At first, he complained often about her.

"She is clumsy, she can't even do a simple job right. Are humans always like this?" he would complain bitterly "If it weren't for you, I wouldn't bother with her."

With time, I noticed him growing more and more attached to her, he drove her to and from work, let her nap in his office, and even went out of his way to smooth over her workplace relationships.

But I wasn't worried because she was a mundane, human, and werewolves are like oil and water, we don't mix. We perceive their kind as weak, "there is no way he was interested in her," I would say to myself anytime he does something sweet for her.

Ava has this innocent and naive look that makes you want to help her, I guess it's common in humans, they all look fragile.

But when a friend of mine traveled out of the country and told me to rent out her flat, I thought it would be a good opportunity for Ava to move in so me and Vincent could have a sought of privacy.

I stood in the doorway, Ava's tears streamed down her face as she clung to me, begging not to be kicked out. I was taken aback by her reaction, having only suggested that she move into my friend's vacant flat nearby.

"I am not kicking you out..." Before I could calm her down, Vincent stormed into the house, his eyes blazing with anger as he positioned himself in front of Ava.

"Kayla, I can't believe you would do this, Ava has been nothing but kind to you" he snapped, his tone accusatory.

I felt a surge of frustration at his misconception, but before I could explain, he turned to Ava and cooed, "Don't worry, Ava. This is my house. No one has the right to kick you out, not even Kyla"

I took a deep breath and tried to reason with him. "It's not what you think Vincent, there is a misunderstanding. I just think it would be more convenient for Ava to have her own space. My friend's flat is nearby, and she'd be more comfortable living on her own."

"Besides we are getting married soon, and she can't stay with us forever"

But Vincent refused to listen, instead, he accused me of being narrow-minded and jealous. "Ava is still trying to figure her way in Virginia a city full of werewolves, how am I sure she would be safe in your friend's apartment"

His expression turned condescending, and he sneered, "Or is it that you're jealous of Ava? Afraid she'll take your place in my life?"

"Jealous of a mundane" I let out a laugh full of mockery, "You sound ridiculous Vincent"

"Why? You don't think I can leave you for her?" he replied, his voice begging me to dare him.

I stared at him, stunned, barely able to believe the words coming out of his mouth. This was the same man who once swore he'd love only me for the rest of his life. Suddenly, he felt like a stranger, one I didn't recognize and was terrified to confront.

The tension between us was palpable, and our relationship devolved into a cold war. He moved into the study and I slept in the bedroom. The distance between us grows with each passing day.