Episode Two

Mira's POV

“Why would I be your future husband?” He asked as if being my husband is an abomination.

My thighs were still shaking from the aftermath of the sex but I forced myself to stand from his thighs and I stared at him. His eyes were still warm as they used to be and that ignited a flicker of hope inside me. “What did you mean Kade? You don't want to be my future husband?”

He stood and rolled out a chunk of tissue to wipe off my cum that was all over his trousers. Then he looked at me, his eyes had turned cold. “Of course, I don't want to marry, so how would I be your husband?”

The word tore through my chest like a two edged sword. “Why?” I asked , making sure my voice doesn't betray my emotions. “We are mates and we should end up together, right?”

“No, no.” He shook his head. “Because we are mates doesn't mean we have to end up together. I'm thirty-two, and you are twenty-two, Mira. Do the calculations, Mira. You are too young for me.”

“But it doesn't matter, Kade!” I spat, already angry at his stupid excuse. “The Moon Goddess must have a reason why he made us mates.”

“The Moon is not always right, Mira. You are young, you are weak, wolfless, how can you be my Luna? Besides, I'm already engaged to someone.”

My chest cracked open, legs buckled and I stumbled forward but he whooshed towards me and quickly held me by my waist. “Are you okay?” He asked, his voice sounded like he cared.

Tears stung my eyes. “I'm—too weak—to be your—Luna?” I stammered.

He didn't reply; he just threw his head to the side.

“You are already engaged to someone? But, how come you never told me?”

“Because you never asked Mira.”

I pushed him off me. I'm agitated. I paced around, running a hand through my hair. “Should I have asked before you told me? If you knew you had someone, then what have we been doing all these while?!” I screamed, tears streamed down my cheeks. “Why would you lead me along?”

“Did I ever lead you along?” He asked like he wasn't even aware of the times he treated me so well that made me fall for him.

“What about all the sex? I spat.

“The sex is nothing, Mira,” he replied arrogantly and nonchalantly.“Every woman wants to have sex with me—”

“And you thought I was one of them,” I completed the statement that made my stomach twist painfully. “Okay, what about all the times you told me you loved me. I thought we were dating.”

“No, I never said I loved you. I only said that I love your pussy and titties,” he corrected. “And dating? I never asked you out, Mira.”

And that was when it hit me like a sledgehammer. He was right. He never said he loves me; he would only compliment my tight pussy and big titties. He never asked me out either.

That day that we discovered we are mates, it was the night of the full moon. I had come to serve him as the new whiskey girl and when my fingers brushed his, I just couldn't stop the heat raging my body. I let him kiss me because he is my mate and that was it. That night he had sex with me, gave him my virginity and he still thinks that we are not together.

I crouched lower, buried my head between my thighs and sob out. I have been so foolish to think that sex is love and loving my body means loving me.

“Look Mira,” he said above me. “I'm sorry if I ever gave you the wrong impression about our relationship, but.. don't let this ruin us. Let's keep our relationship going. What we had was beautiful.”

A bitter laugh bubbled in my throat. I stood. “Keep our relationship going as what? You said you are engaged to someone.”

He shrugged. “I don't know. Maybe you can be my mistress…”

I lost my temper completely. Untamed anger swirled inside me and my hand connected to his face in a sharp and resounding slap that echoed through the room.

“You asshole!” I spat through gritted teeth. “You want me to be your mistress? I'm good enough to share your bed but never your heart?”

He clenched his face tightly and when he snapped his head towards me, my confidence faltered a little, sending cold shivers down my spine.

His eyes were blazing hot, fangs elongated and claws sharpened. It looked like he was going to shift and rip me apart.

“You dare hit me!” He roared, took a step closer to me, his aura and rage pressed hard against my skin. He was going to hit me back.

I closed my eyes, bracing myself for whatever was about to come. But he did not hit me. Instead, he gripped my jaw and forced me to look into his beastly eyes.

“I don't want to see you ever again, Mira.” He threw my head away and stepped back.

Of course, I don't intend to stay here either.

Without another word, I picked up my bra and dress, threw them on.

I walked out of the lounge, and stepped into the bar, my heart clenched with every step I took. I wiped my tears and forced a smile.

“Are you okay?” Aria asked when I got to the counter. Her gaze scrutiny. “Your eyes are swollen.”

“No, I'm fine.” I managed a smile at her. “I'm just tired.”

“Tired…” her eyes narrowed mischievously. “Did President Kade make you tired,” she teased. “Tell me, Mira… how tired did he make you?”

The mere mention of his name made my chest tightened. “I would like to go home now,” I said, my voice sharper than intended. I grabbed my bag. “See you later.”

Her brows furrowed. “Are you okay?”

I didn't respond; I just turned away and walked out of the bar quickly because I could feel another fresh set of tears coming. Outside, a tear slid down again.

I loved him. I swear, I did.

Now, I think it was time to return home after two years on the run. I retrieved my phone from my bag and unblocked the number that I had not dialed in two years. He picked at the first ring.

“Mira.” His voice was thick with disappointment and maybe anger.

“Dad,” I whispered, my voice husky. “I want to come back home.”