Sireen’s POV
I wake up back in my room, but I feel pain EVERYWHERE. Especially my chest.
Memories of Trevor’s rejection flood, and I whimper at my loss. I sit up, or at least attempt to, when Camilla stops me.
“You should rest more, Sireen. Today was a lot.”
I grip hard onto my shirt just over where my heart is and start lightly beating against it before increasing how hard I hit myself each time. Camilla tries to stop me but I keep hitting myself.
“It fucking h-h-hurts, Cami...” I rasp out in stutters before I start crying again.
“I know, Sireen. And I’m so sorry, I am at such a loss for words right now,“ she says, wrapping her arms around me.
I hold tightly onto Camilla, and I don’t even attempt to stop my tears. Streams of it fall down my face and onto her shirt. A lump gathers in my throat, and I try to get myself to stop, but I can’t.
Finally, I released Camilla.
“I’ll be fine.” I wipe my face. I don’t believe it but maybe if I say it often enough I might believe it. “I will be fine.”
Camilla looks at me with faraway eyes like she’s lost in thoughts.
“Camilla, what’s going on?” I ask, catching that she’s not here with me and that there’s something on her mind.
She groans. “I don’t know if I should tell you this. You must promise me you won’t do anything silly.”
“Yeah, I promise,” I say half-heartedly. She gives me a pointed look. “Okay I don’t promise, but I'll try my best.”
Camilla sighs. “What happened was…” She sighs again. “Well, it wasn’t Trevor that posted the video. He had the video on his phone, and Kristy posted it from his account.”
Pain shoots through me on remembering the humiliation I faced, but hope flares up in my chest at the same time. If Trevor didn’t post the video, that means he never meant to embarrass me in the first place.
My thoughts get the best of me. “Is it possible that..”
“No. Do not go there. Nope. He rejected you! He was the one person that was chosen for you, and he left!” Camilla screams, her fury evident in her tone.
“Don’t you think I know that?” I whisper.
Camilla blinks, inhaling a sharp breath. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I shouldn't have said that.”
“What if he still wants me though? I should at least try one more time,” I reasoned out loud, but Camilla thought differently.
“I think everything he’s done is already enough. You really shouldn’t give him the chance to completely ruin the new session for you. He could have removed the video the second he saw it, but it’s still uploaded on his account. Until now. Don’t go back to him, Sireen, please.”
“Okay,” I say and turn to the wall, pretending to go back to bed so Camilla could leave. I allow my mind to wander and come up with excuses for Trevor.
My elastic heart conjures ways to make him see that the moon goddess put us together for a reason while waiting for Camilla to go, but she doesn’t. She stays and keeps patting me, and I appreciate the comfort. Eventually, I end up drifting off to sleep.
Having a plan has always been a good thing. Which was why I was leaving the comfort of my bed two days later, despite how wilted I was feeling inside. Besides, my wolf seemed to like the plan that was in my head. As long as she was happy, so was I.
As soon as I arrived at the college gates, I realized that I might have overestimated how much I could let go in two days and just how invested Kristy was in the quest to make the second year hell for me. Because there she is, Kristy, standing right beside my mate—ex-mate—in a spot that should be meant for me.
“This college is for werewolves who can shift, you know? You do not belong here and you never will, so how about you try being a mutt somewhere else.” Kristy begins as soon as I’m within reach.
I freeze with my eyes on Trevor. I remember him saying he needed someone deserving at his side, maybe he was just wondering if I’d ever stand up for myself because now I am wondering the same thing.
Kristy struts towards me, and just when I decide that I should just ignore her and leave, she jumps and does a full shift into her brown-colored wolf, within seconds. Even I had to admit that her wolf was gorgeous. Her wolf keeps walking toward me maintaining her familiar prance, and I can tell that she’s taunting me to shift too.
I lower my eyes to the ground, digging my fingers into my palms in embarrassment. Kristy’s wolf snickers at me and walks back to Trevor.
Then I notice his eyes are on me. It seems I’m not the only one who notices Trevor’s attention is not on Kristy, but on me, because she instantly shifts back into her naked glory, and pastes herself onto every inch of Trevor before kissing him. He kisses her back, and a second into the kiss, his cold eyes drift to mine, holding my gaze.
The disrespect slaps, mtch…it slams! But I figure that this is probably normal for Trevor. He goes around kissing people, and our kiss meant nothing to him. My wolf breaks in my mind, she goes on a rampage. She is asking for blood, and for the first time, I want to indulge her in her fantasies.
I don’t register when my feet start moving, but Kristy is within my arm’s reach in seconds. I yank her off my mate and do something I have longed to do for a really long time.
Punch her in her face.
I dedicate a lot of strength to ruining the face that she used to steal my mate.
“You fucking bitch,” she yells as soon as I turn around to walk away, and Kristy pulls me back by my hair.
Pain tears through my scalp, my head still hurting from all the tears I shed last night.
In a very high-pitched voice, Kristy says to everyone “I challenge you to a fucking duel.”
Before I can process what’s happening, cheers fill the school hallway, every student interested in seeing me wrestle Kristy.
“Kristy,” Trevor calls, taking a step back as people surround us in a large circle. I really don’t want to do this, but maybe I’d be able to convince Trevor that I deserve him. Kristy chuckles in my face, cutting off whatever Trevor had to say.
“Don’t worry mutt. There’d be no need for you to shift. We would all like to avoid the trauma that it would cause for our eyes.”
