Chapter 033

The last thing Abigail wanted was another scandal.

It was going to be much worse this time. How could she explain that she was fucking her ex boyfriend's father and was in love with him?

They'd label her a wrench immediately. Even Mia would look at her with disgust. She knew how much it was forbidden to be involved with a pure wolf and how much more dangerous it was to be sexually intimate with one's boss and ex boyfriend's father, so she couldn't even tell Mia about her relationship with Ethan..

She hadn't even told her about her secret relationship with Liam.

And now, she feared theteo men were fighting because of her. Her heart was racing like Mia's but it was no excitement. She would be cast out of society and be labelled a rogue wolf. 

How could she survive out there?

Her stomach churned and she wanted to throw up. But Mia, oblivious to her state, pulled her hand, nudging her up.

“I better the boss would give Daven a good beating,” she said. “Daven's good looking but he's rude. Do you know he approached me this morning demanding…”

Abigail was lost in her head while Mia narrated her own ordeal with Daven that morning.

“Come on,” she said, pulling her up when she realised Abigail wasn't listening. “We're going to miss all the fun and I'll be so mad at you.”

Abigail nodded, still dazed. “I'll be right there.”

Mia let go of her hand. “You can't stand the sight of seeing the boss's muscles flexed and fighting…because I was right. What the fuck, Abby?” She sat down now, having discovered something that two men who could unleash their wolves, fighting.

“First, you were secret dating his son…and now, you're having a crush on him.”

Abigail plugged her eyes to the monitor and started typing. 

“You're out of your goddammed mind, Abigail.”

Abigail exhaled. “You're the one imagining things, Mia. He's an old man.”

Mia chuckled even though she was simmering with annoyance. There were strict rules for hybrids, and when Abigail had broken it once, she had forgiven her. She wasn't sure she would of she did again. 

“Did you call Ethan Frey old?” She asked. “That man looks younger than my younger brother. He's ageless.”

“Ageless,” Abigail repeated even though her heart was pounding against her chest. “There's nothing like that. And I'm not interested in old men.”

“That better be true,” Mia warned. “I'll disown you if you get mixed up in another scandal,” she added. “You can't forget the rules, Abby.”

They were in the same ethics class and orphanage. Mia crammed them like her life depended on it and even dared to pass it with a distinction. It was the only course Abigail barely pass because she refused to accept the terms of the community.

“We did nothing wrong,” she muttered as she kept typing.

But Mia heard her clearly. “You want to change things —start a revolution? Count me out. You can't fight nature's law.”

Abigail rolled her eyes. They told them it was a predestined law from nature and the moon goddess. But Abigail was sure they were written by classist pure breeds.

“Aren't you going to get entertained by pure wolves anymore?” She asked, unfixing her gaze from the screen. “Isn't that against the rules too?”

Mia parted her lips to argue but closed them once she realised she wouldn't win that round. 

“You should find a hybrid boy and date,” she advised unsolicitedly instead. “Don't you want to have a family?”

Abigail scoffed. She had never envisioned having a family with a lowly hybrid. What was she going to raise? A family to be bullied. 

It was the reason she had no interest in relationships. But with Liam, it had come with security, knowing he could protect her children. And with Ethan, it was more than that. It came with an absolute security for her. Ethan had showed her that she could be loved regardless of her class.

Until she realised that he had a misunderstanding crises and would jump on his ex the moment he perceived that something was wrong.

“Go have hybrid babies,” she said instead.

Mia's parents hadn't died like Abigail's parents. Her parents had thought things would change with a baby. Her father was a pure wolf and her mother, a hybrid. When she got pregnant, she thought her boyfriend's family would take her in and even hide her status. They were wealthy enough to do that.

But they soon realised that they were alone after her boyfriend's family disowned their son. Mad, he left the city, joining the rogues. And her mother, realising the pains of having a hybrid child, abandoned her in front of an orphanage, and went looking for her boyfriend.

Abigail couldn't understand how a person who carried such baggage could dream of starting a family. Hybrids didn't get much attention in the hospital. It was worst if you were pregnant. The nurses never came to attend to them, and if you got lucky, you'd wish to be left alone than to be helped by them.

Abigail could never imagine herself going through that. So, she knew she would not be giving love a chance. She had thought things would work out with Ethan. But now, she was done with love.

Mia stood up. “It's not like you've got a choice, Abby,” she said. “I can't make the same mistake my mother made.”

Abigail knew how sensitive that conversation was. Even as Mia held a bold front, she knew she was breaking inside. If only Mia could see her own broken heart. 

“Oh, Mia…”

She stood up and embraced her. “You know I'll always support your choices,” she said. “I can't let my preferences ruin yours. I'm so sorry.”

Mia sniffled and pulled away. “At least, you apologized. It's not your fault, girlfriend.”

She smiled and it relieved Abigail. She smiled too. 

But her smile vanished the moment the door of the office space was thrown open. Daven stepped in like a wounded lion, causing Mia to jump in fright and scream. He didn't even look at her..

His gaze fell on Abigail. “It's lunch break,” he declared. “Can we go now?”

Mia was watching Abigail astonished. What was her involvement with Daven? Why was he speaking to her that way?

Abigail saw the look and she didn't want Mia to misinterprete things. She stared at Daven's outstretched hand, wondering if she should take it or not.