Eleven

MIA.

I dropped the cup of champagne after gulping the cup at once again. I was at the bar and Craig, Rhys’ Beta was with me. He helped me pour another round into the cup while I looked into space, seething. Rhys had to regard for me. He was nothing but a lying Alpha. One time, he wanted me, and most of the time he didn't. The times he wanted me, I forced myself on him. It had always ever been Arabella even after all of my plans to make us mate. There was a time he called her name from his sleep, I sat up and looked at him thinking it was a mistake but then he did it the second time. That night, I cried like I had never done before. I was frustrated because why did he have to think about Arabella after all of my plans. It was almost as if I wasn't beautiful enough.

“Your Alpha left without informing me, did you think that is right?” I looked at Craig and he shook his head.

“Where did he go?” I asked, looking back at my drink.

“He didn't say,” he replied softly.

I scoffed. He