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!

its usual

Silence.

myself to kick the door down. Whatever was going on in there, I was not

to force the door open

stained with blood near the hem, the vivid

I was seeing or ask what had

her, supporting her limp body in my arms. Shaking her gently, I tried

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blood on her

could this be?” I murmured, confused. “I

touched her, so where had the

have been pregnant with Benjamin’s child? Was the jostling on the journey yesterday enough to

twisted sense of satisfaction within me.

I could have

Hayley’s POV:

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

yet. If there was even a sliver

could use that as my chance to

too optimistic. Irving did not even consider taking me anywhere.

placed me on the bed, retrieved a first aid kit, and prepared

thought of him touching me made my skin

at the edge of the bed, putting as much distance between us as I

just a scratch on my leg. No need

flared. He threw the gauze onto the floor, muttered something unintelligible, and stormed out of the room, slamming the

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

confinement–no windows, no sharp objects, just a bed and