Too late to regret

It was too late for regrets, Abigail knew that. So she didn't apologise. She glared at him like how she wished she could glare at every wolf who had called her a hybrid or looked down on her. 

He was bearing the brunt because he couldn't mind his business.

Despite the gravity of her words and the way it made him feel initially, Daven realised he wasn't really mad. It soothed him, strangely.

Wasn't it the truth?

Besides, he had never had never had anyone speak to him that way. Even abroad, the ladies always kept their thoughts to themselves because of what they could gain from him. And back here, he was the Alpha's son.

“You insulted me first,” Abigail declared. “Do you not realise it? You don't respect my decision because I am a hybrid.”

Daven nodded. She was right. He had overstepped. He started the car and took the opposite lane, returning back to the office. 

Abigail didn't want this ride home. She didn't want to be in the space of someone who constantly ridiculed her existence. Wasn't that why she had broken up with Liam in the first place?

It was times like this that she missed Ethan and longed for a reconciliation. Ethan had never made her feel anything but passion. Hot, raw, and unfiltered. 

“I just want to let you know,” Ethan started. “I'm different from the others. I don't put a label.”

Hell, yeah, Abigail thought. 

“I was only teasing and I really didn't think you'd get upset. I really felt bad about that fucking Alpha taking what's mine and I may have projected it on you. Point is, you didn't deserve it.”

Abigail could never believe, for the life of her, that a pure wolf could be repentant. Maybe all they needed was a scream and a piece of the hybrids’ minds. But even hybrids hated themselves, killed themselves, and betrayed each other.

“Thanks,” she voiced out. “I'm sorry for shouting too. But you shouldn't blame Mr. Frey. The company was under collapse in your father's hand and Mr. Frey only bought the company to save it.”

“I could have handled it.”

Abigail scoffed. “And where were you all along?”

“I didn't know,” Daven defended. “And I won't let him take the company.”

Abigail sighed exasperatedly. The quicker she was out of his automatic car, the better. 

“Don't you have something to say? You always have words —right or wrong.”

Abigail bit her lips. “I only speak when necessary. If you need legal advice, hire a counsel. I only attended business school.”

“She speaks…”

A short laughter escaped from her throat. When he wasn't a bully, he was actually fun to chat to. 

“We should go out some time,” Daven spoke again, seeing she was in a lighter mood. “Make up for ruining your solo date and show you I can be a gentleman?”

But Abigail's attention was elsewhere. She thought about her little conversation with Ethan that morning. As short and annoying as it had been, it had made her heart feel lighter. He had called it a misunderstanding. 

But what was there to misundertand?

Yet, she was tired of fighting the man her heart beat for. She wanted to love him and damn the consequences, even if he was expecting a baby. Their love had been forbidden from the get go. Maybe she shouldn't even matter.

But it pricked her heart that Ethan had been sleeping with another woman while she was nursing emotional and physical wounds. She could never see him the same way again.

It didn't matter to her heart. Reasoning and desire conflicted…

“Abigail?” Daven's voice called. 

She faced him. “Huh? I was thinking about something.”

“I want us to go out on a date,” he repeated. “Let me make up for ruining your date and show you the real me.”

She frowned. “I don't need to know the real you, Daven.”

“But I do. I want to know you, in more ways than one.” He licked his lower lip. “And I really want you to know that I'm not just a pretty face.”

Abigail laughed even when she didn't want to. “Whoever told you that? You think pretty is synonymous to being rich?”

“That's a double insult, Abigail.” He frowned but smiled playfully, enjoying the banter. “You called me ugly and dumb.”

Abigail shrugged. “Well, if the shoes fits.”

He shook his head confidently. “It doesn't.”

The car rounded up towards the office a d Abigail was more than glad to be out of Daven's hair space. The side door unlocked and when she attempted to step out, he held her hand.

“Not so fast, pretty. Don't I even get a peck?”

“A thank you should suffice.”

He didn't let go. “Please…”

Abigail rolled her eyes. “It would take more than that to convince me.”

Liam had one been like that. Loving, tolerable, and sweet. Until she kissed him and let him slid her pants. Then he didn't stop telling her she was a hybrid. Besides, she wasn't even attracted to Daven. She liked at him and saw an ill manner boy.

She pushed the door open and yanked her hand away from his grip. Ethan had been watching all along, from the moment Daven's car drove into his parking lot. He couldn't believe Abigail had moved on so quickly and was seeing someone else.

He didn't.

So, he watched. He saw the drama unfolding between them and the way she pulled her hand away from him. Knowing Abigail, he knew she loved touches. That was the best was to get to her and that was how she expressed love. If she didn't let Daven touch her, he was sure she didn't love him.

He paced his office, waiting for her, ready to clear up whatever misunderstanding there was between them. The moment he heard the clacking sound of her shoes, he shifted to his desk and rang hers.

“A word, please.”

He sounded as serious as possible so she couldn't refuse him.

Abigail thought Ethan was mad. She was twenty minutes late and it was all because of Daven. A scold from him would hurt badly. And she didn't want to imagine him raising his voice at her. She up and swallowed hardly. 

A small knock announced her entry. Ethan as standing in the middle of the office. The moment he saw her, he brisked up to her, his face unreadable. Abigail held her breath, waiting for what was about to happen.