Alpha Hayley's Destined Mate by Andrea Townsend

Chapter 514 Not So Easy to Deal With

Hayley’s POV:

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From outside the bathroom, Irving’s mocking voice carried through the door. “Hayley, why are you up so early? You were so tired last night; you should have slept in.”

His tone was dripping with arrogance, the kind that made my blood boil.

With a seething expression, I glared at the door, wishing I could release Hera and dig my teeth into his neck.

Yet, the wolfsbane coursing through me left Hera weak and unable to take over.

Even without his wolf, the unmistakable aura of witchcraft surrounding Irving made it clear he had struck a deal with a witch, making him far from defenseless.

I forced myself to calm down, carefully checking my body. To my relief, there were no signs of mating.

A small breath escaped me, but I could not relax completely.

How could I know for sure that nothing had happened between us?

After a moment of thought, an idea formed in my mind.

Irving’s POV:

I leaned casually against the bathroom door, listening intently to the faint sounds inside. Then, the sharp sound of glass shattering made my heart lurch.

What was she doing in there? Had Hayley done something drastic?

Though I knew she was not one to give in easily, a pang of panic hit me.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

my voice losing its usual arrogance. “Can

Silence.

door down. Whatever was going on in there, I was

force the door

wearing a dress stained with blood near the hem, the vivid red

or ask what

supporting her limp body in my arms. Shaking

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me as I instinctively reached out, touching the blood on her leg.

could this be?” I murmured, confused.

where had the

lightning–could Hayley have been pregnant with Benjamin’s child? Was the jostling

a twisted sense of satisfaction

I could have her all to myself.

Hayley’s POV:

I saw Irving’s reaction, I was certain–nothing had happened between us last night.

was even a sliver of humanity left in him, maybe he would take

use that as my chance to

clearly too optimistic. Irving did not even

the bed, retrieved a first

thought of him touching me made my skin

opened my eyes abruptly, pushing myself to sit up at the edge of the bed, putting as much distance between us as

I asked, my tone sharp and mocking “It’s just a scratch on my leg. No need

Realizing what I was doing, his anger flared. He threw the gauze onto the floor, muttered something

echoes of the door reverberated through the room, I took a moment to examine my

space clearly designed for confinement–no windows, no sharp objects, just