Chapter 147

Raphael's POV It was just a hook up.

Just a hook up.

That sentence keep swirling around my head, whispering words of doubt and nipping away at my flesh with its sharp edges.

Just a hook up.

Funny enough, I don't even think she was trying to be mean about it or saw an opportunity to drive me away. She sincerely thought of that night as simply a way to sate our lust.

While I was envisioning a white picket fence with two-point-five babies, she just saw me as a fuck buddy.

Tipping my bottle, I down half of the brown liquid in it, wishing not for the first time that werewolves could get drunk. It would be a momentary escape but anything is better than this twisted and sick knot in my stomach.

I can't even recognize myself. I'm usually the cheerful and fun one, not the dejected despondent sullen one. I thought having a mate was supposed to make you feel an unimaginable and inexplicable joy. Why is it the opposite for me?

"What's up with you? Why the long face?" Comes a deep voice and I lift my head, and nearly let out a groan as Caden makes his way What is he doing here? Isn't Alessia like five minutes away from pushing out a baby? He should be by her side and not pestering me. "What are you doing here?" I question, ignoring his earlier question and leveling him with a dry look.

He rolls his eyes and comes to a stop before me. "I can't visit my pack house anymore?" He snidely asks.

I narrow my eyes at him. "Not when you haven't visited said pack for about a month now," I reply, giving him a 'don't bullshit me' look.

from Alessia's side was never possible. It was like the two were joined at the hip. He seriously expects me to believe

his shoulders and lets out a defeated sigh. "Fine." He lowers himself onto the last stair, sitting beside me and turning his body a bit to the side so that he's facing me. "I came to check up

should have gone into the woods instead of thinking that outside the pack house would be

my eyes now. "I'm

doesn't look like he believes me. Not

plan coming along?" He nugs my shoulder with

making her fall

go back to his sweet little home with his sweet little pregnant mate and

sounding bitter. What has

gives me another nudge

Since when did my best friend turn into this version of a gossip housewife? Good Lord, is this

I shuffle over to the other end of the stair, trying to put as much

isn't going all that

aloof and closed-off Caden go to? The Caden I once knew would never sniff around and bug the hell

going to fix himself to my side like

in confusion. "You said that you stayed in a room at the pack house because the rain

"I lied," I deadpan.

lie? Correct me if I'm wrong but isn't it a good thing that you spent the night with

as I take another gulp from my bottle. "It didn't

you down?" He asks, a look of

would have been

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