chapter 024

When her cab stopped in front of Crescent shopping mall, a smile tugged at the end of his lips. 

He watched as she stepped out with a grace foreign to her type. It was always easy to spot the hybrids. They walked with heads bowed, hair tied, and steps uncertain.

But her?

She was different and he could smell the deviance in her from a distant. 

Who would see her and think that she's only a hybrid?

And even now, with the air she carried, he wondered who she truly was. And why she was in a photo with Alpha Ethan.

Was she his mistress?

That was the only thing capable of giving hybrids half of the confidence she wore. 

He stepped out of his car and followed her. He was suddenly lost in the mall, attracted by things he loved but couldn't afford. No thanks to Ethan.

He was drooling at a Rolex watch, his charm, the only thing that kept the shop attendant to his side, when he heard an angry voice. 

He turned to find it was Cassie. Cassie was his high school girlfriend for barely three months. He got bored and moved on to the next one. But it wasn't because of her he kept staring. Cassie was speaking angrily to Abigail and demanding something —the dress that she held.

She frowned and abandoned his Rolex. Wasn't this providence? A damsel in distress and the knight in shining armour? This was the perfect time to get Abigail's attention.

Abigail held onto the dress while he walked towards the, determined not to give it up. She had seen the dress first. And this was Crescent shopping mall. Why was she here anyway?

“I can't,” she voiced out. “I was sent to purchase it.”

Cassie scoffed. “You can't fool me,” she said. “I know your type. Destroyers of the perfect homes. In fact, I know you personally. Aren't you the one dating Liam Frey?”

Abigail decided not to say anything again. She was simply going to pay for the gown and leave. No one had the right to ruin this night for her. 

She turned to go but Cassie grabbed her hair, pulling her backwards.

“I'm still talking to you!”

Abigail's scalf screamed with pain. It wasn't enough that she couldn't buy good conditioners for her roots, now her hair had to go through a traumatic experience.

Cassie snatched the gown away and was attempting to run away with it when she tripped. 

Daven appeared from the corner without looking at her. His gaze was planted on Abigail.

“I got you something,” he said.

Cassie was still livid and embarrassed that she had been tripped. She was trying to lift herself from the floor and ready to rain hell on the individual, when she felt a force ripping the dress from her grip. She threw a glare at the person but when she saw his face, her face softened. 

“Daven?”

He didn't look at her or lifted her with an apology like she expected. Instead, he lifted the dress towards Abigail.

“Your dress. You'll look good on it.”

Cassie big her rage and stood up. “Hey! What's wrong with you Daven.”

It was Daven, sure. Even if she hadn't seen him in a thousand years, she would recognise him easily. Daven had left her heartbroken twice. When he broke up with her and when he traveled abroad without letting her know. 

Daven faced her now.

“Cassie,” he said. “It's great to see that you still look miserable.”

Abigaill stiffked a laugh. Whoever this guy was, he was amusing, and she loved the way he handled Cassie.

Cassie nervously checked herself, straightening her dress. Daven moved towards her and picked a dirty on her hair.

“You still can't shampoo your hair well, Cassie?”

She reddened with embarrassment. “Daven. You know I picked that up when I fell.”

“You were the one who weren't looking at where you were going. Is it my fault?”

She shook her head with a smile. 

“You know what? Let's forget about all that. It's great to see you again. When did you return?”

“Soon enough to stop you from bullying her. Tell me, is it because she's prettier than you?”

Cassie scoffed. “Pretty? She's just a hybrid.”

Daven leaned forward. “But you know I love blondes. Didn't you dye your hair after I broke up with you?”

Cassie griited her teeth. Why was Daven embarrassing her in the presence of a hybrid? Abigail, now possessing the dress, thought it was time to leave the scene. Even though Daven had helped her, he wasn't any different from Liam.

Liam had treated her like thrash. And Daven was doing the same to Cassie. 

She turned away and was leaving when a grip stopped her. Daven was holding her wrist like he owned her and staring at Cassie.

“What do you want?” Abigail demanded.

He didn't respond. “Didn't you, Cassie?”

Cassie scoffed, angry at the way he treated her. “Why are you even defending her?” She asked. “She's Liam Frey's girlfriend.”

Liam Frey, Ethan thought. 

They had been a year apart in school. While he had been the bad of his set, Liam had been the exact same in his set. There had been no way to really establish who had more power. Maybe this was his chance.

“His girlfriend?” He asked. 

“Yes,” Cassie responded. “So, don't think you can get anything from her.”

He smirked. “Leave that to me, Cassie .”

Even now, his resolve strengthened. He was going to take Abigail as his. 

Maybe that was why she met with Alpha Ethan. No pure wolf, especially Alphas, would want their children associated with hybrids. 

“They only stain you and give you hybrid pups that become slaves,” his father used to say.

But Daven thought Werewolf city needed some new lessons.

“I'll see you around, Cassie,” he said, turning away to meet Abigail's gaze. 

“Thank you,” she said. “I should have thanked you earlier. Can I go now?”

Daven felt his heart racing. Liam's girlfriend in his arms would be the perfect way to establish the pecking order now that he was back. 

“You don't need to say thank you,” he said. 

He pulled her closer. “Act it.”

Abigail frowned now. She had seen him roughly handled Cassie. She wasn't going to allow him do the same to her. 

She pulled her hand from his grip and backed away. 

“You can't treat me the way you treated that lady. I won't allow it.”

Her audacity surprised her and it amused Daven even more.

“I'll let you go,” he said. “But we'll meet again.”

He walked away. 

Abigail watched him for the longest time, and when she was sure he had left, she turned away, ready to wear her gown and spend the night happy. Even for once.