Ex-mate, I Don't Want You Anymore

Hearing those words was like a slap to my soul and our mate's bond. Turns out their relationship was exactly as I had thought, it was more than a friendship or an act of kindness.

What about me then? Where do I stand in his life? I was his ange for goddess’s sake yet I feel like I wasn’t. Staring at his figure, a wave of disappointment washed over me. Everytime I look at Alvin, my wolf would always jump for joy at the sight but surprisingly she was just quiet.

I didn’t need to hear the other person at the end of the call to know it’s something that will completely break my heart. He spoke again in a hoarse voice, "I love her, I can't give up Mary." His words hit me like a sudden shock, sending chills down my spine.

I stood there calmly, listening to his calls. There’s no use crying over spilled milk. Since he loves Mary, he can have her and I sure as hell will help them get together.

I composed myself and knocked on the door. Alvin's conversation abruptly ceased, and he swiveled around. Our gazes locked, his eyes flashing with guilt.

"When did you arrive?" he asked, his voice tinged with apprehension.

I masked my emotions with a bright smile. "Just got here. Who was that?".

Alvin's gaze lingered on mine, searching for a hint of suspicion or anger. When I remained impassive, his tense shoulders relaxed, and he exhaled silently.

He masked his relief well, his expression neutral as he gestured to the chair. "Take a seat." Pulling out the chair closest to me, he continued, "That was the office. They reminded me of an afternoon meeting and asked me to return early." My wolf growled in my head, at the fact he didn’t even hesitate to lie to our face. I just smiled in response, not exposing his lies.

I nodded, my expression neutral, and replied, "Let's eat then. You can leave soon."

Alvin signaled the waiter, and as our food arrived, he asked, "So, what do you think of the ring? Did it meet your expectations?"

My smile faltered. "It's lovely," I said, my tone measured, "but I noticed something peculiar."

Alvin's gaze intensified.

"I have an identical ring," I continued, my voice even. "Apparently, my custom-made piece isn't one-of-a-kind." Our eyes met, tension simmering beneath the surface.

I fell silent. Alvin's eyes darted away, his expression strained. "Maybe something went wrong. I'll check on it this afternoon."

My heart chilled, but I said nothing. Alvin's puzzled gaze searched mine, expecting the usual chatter.

Normally, I dominated our conversations, sharing stories and whispers. I loved talking to him about every single thing that happened to me or how I spent my day.

Most of the time, he would just watch me in silence or make small comments on whatever I was saying. Today, my silence spoke volumes.

When Alvin and I started going out, after we found out we were mated. He loved watching me talk, he was very patient and kind but everything changed when Mary came into the picture.

He became very impatient and He'd cut me off mid-sentence, dismissing my thoughts with a condescending smirk. "Girls are prettier when they talk less," he'd say, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "You should be quiet more often."

I'd seethe, grumbling under my breath, but Alvin remained indifferent. He wouldn't soothe my anger or attempt to resolve our disputes. He'd simply let me stew alone.

It took time for me to recognize the painful truth: his indifference wasn't about avoiding conflict, but about not caring.

Staring at him now, I couldn’t help but wonder how I had been so blind to all this? His attitude was obvious all the time but yet I was stupid and never noticed it.