Lost Feelings For My Mate

"Okay. Let's talk like adults." I cocked an eyebrow at his statements. The only one who is NOT being an adult was him. I haven't raised my voice yet.

"I rather have a request for you. Make a cake for me, the red velvet one that you always make for my birthday." Request, my ass. It sounds like a demand. In the back of my head, I convince myself not to take his 'request'. But Maya speaks in my head,

"It might just lead to him getting more defensive and restless. Let's just get done with it. We are leaving the city anyway." She said. These are a few of the times I thanked Goddess for him not marking me. He can't smell my intentions. I'm completely fine with that.

"Fine. Whatever." Saying, I urge him out of my room. I didn't even realize he followed me all the way to my room to argue. The next day rolls in, and I take the leave from the office to bake the cake. Getting all the ingredients, I'm about to step out of the supermarket when I get a call from him.

"Did you get all the ingredients? You should start baking." He said, his tone flat as always.

"Yeah," I answered in one word, going into the parking lot. I reminded myself that I was doing this for myself and not him. Baking has always been my favourite way to de-stress. This will probably be the last time I'll be baking in that house. In our mansion.

The word 'our' felt so bitter in my mouth.

"I'll send you the money for the ingredients. If possible, make a few cupcakes for the children too. They'll be coming." I raised an eyebrow. What was he requesting me a cake for exactly?

"Don't bother. We- I'm not that poor." I said.

"Whatever. Just take the 70$ and I'll collect it in the evening." I rolled my eyes. The ingredients cost a little over 100$, but I didn't bother correcting him. As I started the car, he wired me 1000$ as I stared at my phone in disbelief. Well, I don't give back the money I receive. Maybe this will help me move out hassle-free to the new city.

Evening rolled by. I was done with piping the last bit of cream over the cupcakes as I pat myself on the back.

"We're smiling after a long time, Hana," Maya said in my head.

"We've baked goodies after a long time too. We didn't do it for him, right? He said kids are coming to attend whatever the party is. The party to which we aren't invited." Well, there it goes. I'm ruining my own happiness. Again.

Well, instead of Jordan, his subordinates had come to collect them. "Luna? Why are you in the mansion when you have to be there to celebrate?"

"Celebrate what?" I asked, confused.

"Lady Jane's bi—" Suddenly, the other delta member knocked him harshly in his gut!

"It's just an office celebration is what he said to us, Luna. We don't know either." Hmm. So he instructed them not to tell me. I'm not a fool to not figure out what the other delta wanted to say. I watch them leave with the items. However, it suddenly clicks to me that I've forgotten about something. I have to discuss this with the alpha heir personally. And no, it can't be postponed.

As I walked into the big building, the people started bowing to me with respect. Greeting all, I enter the lift and press the button for his floor.

As the doors opened, I heard faint noises of celebration from his cabin. There were only two people speaking, giggling and chuckling. Confused, I walked inside to find Jane and Jordan smearing cake frosting over each other's faces. As if it wasn't enough, Jordan was holding her by her waist as their faces were incredibly close to each other. In another perspective, it looked like they were just about to kiss...

Jordan's body language changed immediately. He wiped the frosting off his face.

"Why are you here?" He asked, almost irritated that I was there.

"I came to drop by some files. The warrior ranks need your permission to take three healers into a high dispute zone." I said, sounding neutral.

"You came for just this...?" He was looking into my eyes, desperate to know something else. As I stared back at him, he sighed in defeat. What did he expect? That I'd act jealous that he was holding her so close to his body?

"Yeah. It was a pack matter that your dad asked me to deliver." I said, saying as it is. He was still looking at me with desperation. He was annoyed that I was there, thinking I came to ruin his moment with his little munchkin.

"I'm going back home."

And that...was the only lie I've ever told him. I wasn't going home.

As I sat in the car again, I looked at the packed bags in the back and broke down. It didn't have to end like this. I've had enough!

Getting over my sadness, I dialled a number and made sure I was in a state to speak coherently.

"H-Hello? Mr. Carson?" I spoke.

James Carson is a human rival of Jordan's company. James is an intelligent man, slightly older than Jordan who I met for the first time when I was Jordan's assistant, seven months ago. It was a formal meeting. I was shocked to learn James didn't have a direct assistant under him.

So when he reached out to me with a job offer, having learned that I was technically unemployed under Jordan, I accepted immediately. We spoke two weeks ago. And the day when I got the contract was the day when I lost my unborn child and my mate.

I drove for over five hours tirelessly across the country. I reached the destination, tired beyond belief, early in the morning.

When I heard Jordan's panicked voice in my head, “Honey! Why am I feeling pain from the mate bond breaking? Why are you leaving? Where are you going?”