A heavy heart

DAVINA

I slammed the door behind me as I entered my room, the sound echoing in the silence. He is here. Every part of my body felt alive, a tingling awareness that replaced the anger from school with a soothing, yet terrifying, happiness. Alpha Aiden is here.

I longed to go out and catch a whiff of his scent, even if just a little. I wanted to touch his skin and see if it felt the same as it did in my dreams. His eyes, his breath—they all seemed familiar. It’s been three months since I last saw him, and if I don’t seize this chance to speak to him now, I might not get another for three more months.

A knock on my door made me flinch. Could it be him? Or was it just Soren forgetting something, or Dad wanting to check on me?

I sighed, realising this was my chance to step outside and see him again. Straightening my dress, I twisted the doorknob and opened the door, only to bump into Soren. I stumbled slightly.

“Watch where you’re going, Sore—”

Holy shit! This wasn’t Soren. It’s... oh my God. I tried to control my excitement, but my heart betrayed me, pounding wildly. I swallowed hard. “Alpha Aiden,” I said, my voice surprisingly firm and steady, as if I had prepared for this moment my whole life.

He smiled, and I had to tilt my head up to meet his gaze. This closeness... it made me wonder if I could get just a little bit closer.

“Can I see you for a second?” he asked.

“Sure.” I closed the door and followed him to the garden. The walk was silent, and I kept wondering why he was with me instead of talking to my dad.

He stopped and turned to me, his intense eyes and dark eyebrows drawing together. He stepped closer, and my imagination ran wild. He could grab my hair and pin me against the wall. He could nuzzle my neck and inhale my scent while tilting my head back. He could pull me into his arms... he could... he could kiss me right now.

I gulped.

“Has your father told you anything about your plans after school?” he asked.

“Why are you asking me this instead of my father?” I tilted my head and rested my hands on my hips, pouting slightly. He scoffed and smiled, a smile that nearly made my heart stop.

“You seem stubborn. I don’t think Levi is thinking clearly with this decision.”

“What decision?”

He stepped closer, leaning in near my shoulder. My body stiffened and grew cold. He was so close. If I turned my head just a little, our lips would...

“You need to be wary of me. With this attitude, you won’t last long.” He stood back up and smiled. “It’s nice to meet you, finally. Watching you grow made me want to accept this. We need to whip you into shape.”

He turned and walked away. When he was out of sight, I exhaled, realising I had been holding my breath.

I hid behind the wall, eavesdropping on their conversation. When it was time for them to leave, I peeked out and caught him winking at me with a smirk.

Is he trying to charm me? No, he can’t be. He’s my father’s best friend and much too old to be charmed by me. There’s something they’re not telling me, but I love surprises, so I won’t dig into it.

I returned to my room and took a quick nap. When I woke, I checked my phone—no messages from Rafe. He could be with Sandra, doing whatever they pleased, while I was helping him with his exams.

It was the last day of exams, and as usual, Rafe waited in front of the school, ready to embrace me and plead for help with his tests. I smiled and hugged him, just as I had every day.

“Are you ready for your exam?” he asked.

“I texted you, I called you. Where were you, Rafe?”

He looked uncomfortable, avoiding my eyes. “I’ve just been busy, you know, with the exams and everything.”

I studied his face, searching for a hint of the Rafe I used to know. But he was already slipping away from me. The bond we shared felt like a fraying rope. Before I could say anything more, Sandra appeared, sliding her arm around his waist.

“Come on, Rafe, we’re going to be late,” Sandra said, her voice dripping with possessiveness.

Rafe gave me a brief, almost apologetic look before turning away. “See you later, Davina,” he muttered.

I stood there, stunned, as they walked away together. The sight of them, so close and intimate, felt like a dagger to my heart. The realisation hit me like a ton of bricks—he had chosen her over me. The one person I thought I could trust, the one person I had helped so many times, had betrayed me.

The pain was unbearable, but I held my head high and walked into the exam hall. I couldn’t bring myself to write the exam for him this time. The hurt was too raw, and my pride wouldn’t let me be used any longer.

After the exam, Rafe found me in the hallway. His face was a mixture of confusion and anger. “Davina, what happened? Why didn’t you do the exam for me?”

I met his gaze, my eyes cold and unyielding. “I couldn’t do it, Rafe. Not this time.”

“What do you mean you couldn’t? You always help me. Why now?”

I took a deep breath, trying to keep my voice steady. “Because I know, Rafe. I know you’ve been with Sandra. I saw you in the ladies’ room.”

His face paled, and he took a step back. “Davina, it’s not what you think—”

“Don’t lie to me!” I snapped, my voice breaking. “I saw you. I heard everything. You betrayed me, Rafe. How could you do this to me?”

He opened his mouth to speak, but no words came out. The guilt and shame were written all over his face.

“I trusted you,” I continued, my voice trembling. “I helped you because I thought you cared about me. But you were just using me, weren’t you?”

“Davina, please, let me explain—”

“There’s nothing to explain,” I interrupted. “I don’t want to hear it. It’s over, Rafe. You made your choice.”

I turned and walked away, leaving him standing there, stunned and speechless. The pain in my chest was overwhelming, but I refused to let him see me cry. He didn’t deserve my tears.

As I left the school, I realised that this was the end of an era. Rafe was a part of my past now, and I had to focus on my future. The bond between us was broken, but I would find the strength to move on. I would rise above this betrayal and become stronger for it.

And one day, Rafe would realise what he had lost. But by then, it would be too late. The best revenge I can get right now is to become someone better than he thinks I can.