I followed him into the hotel. The hotel says it's closed; the sign indicates as much. But I still tried to get inside, panicky and desperate, but the woman blocked my path, and the guard shoved me away.
"Who are you?" they inquired.They had no idea I was his exclusive partner, which made me feel terrible.I think he's trying to cover up something.It will be even worse if I tell them I am his mate. I had faith in my plan."I serve as Blake's helper. I understand why he is here since not only was I given permission by his parents, but so was he." I lied confidently; I didn't even make it evident, and I gave them a poker face—they looked at each other, nodded their head, and agreed."Apologies, but you may enter now. Very little noise is not tolerated in room 62 because that's where he is. Since he has a significant other, he is extremely rigid." I pretended to understand what the woman was saying, even in the fact that I could feel the agony in my heart when she said, ‘he has his significant otherI don’t know. . . It’s pretty apparent he’s with someone right now, but I tried to gaslight myself and my wolf that they only mistook them as a couple because they're together. Maybe they have a meeting in this hotel? For some significant reason?However, I still wander around.I went to find the 62, and I found it.I can sense the aroma that I am addicted to.I calmed down and decided not to knock on the door or call out to him. The door is open about three inches, and I can easily walk through it. The first thing I do when I peek is looked down.Hearing a lady moan was like hearing the end of the world."Fuck, Blake. . ." she murmured.I couldn't place the voice, but I knew instantly who it belonged to in my head."Faster!" she issued the command, and her voice was trembling as if she couldn't handle it any longer. It was so loud that I could hear him gasping; I kept clenching my teeth and trying not to give in to my urges."Hell no, Blake. I can't even describe how good it is."Simply because I couldn't handle it any longer, I went ahead and looked inside. I was able to piece out who she was and locate it. It was even more painful than being injured with blood dripping from my body, and he was on top of her.She’s my twin sister. . .Hermione.She’s having sex with my mate.They treated me like garbage.I don't want to use it in any way, shape, or form. I stayed still, cried, and pretended nothing had happened between them.Like shattered glass, my heart has fractured into a million little pieces. I watch as my wolf Tereza's heart begins to char, and then I bolt away as if nothing had happened.I made a beeline towards the hotel lobby and nearly ran into the woman working there.She sees me crying, and her brow furrows."Is there something wrong—""No!" I desperately disagree—I'm afraid I must disagree—I kept leaving the hotel without further explanation.He cheated on me. It's not like he cheated on me because he may not see himself with me. But what's more awful is he cheated with the woman I share the same face with, my twin sister?He lied, and I don't think I'll ever forgive him for doing this to me.I got into my car and started driving, but I couldn't control my sobbing, and my eyes were watering so much that I couldn't see the road. There is no valid explanation for why this is happening to me. . .I don't feel as though I deserve this in any way.The thought keeps repeating itself in my head."Ahh!" I let out a loud cry as a means of relieving the discomfort. I don't even make an effort.Because of my competence, I didn't bother trying to stop them. That's why I'm putting in so much effort to figure out how to be the kind of person they'd approve of.The thought of ending my life suddenly came to me, and I halted my car in the middle of the road. I wipe away my tears in the rearview mirror; I can't even muster a grin.I am causing harm to myself.He's never done anything to mend our strained connection except harm me. Never again will I let him touch me.He may be kissing me, but he attributes the action to her.There are plenty of other women he could be cheating with, so why does he choose to do so with someone who looks just like me?"Perhaps I'm not up to par," I mumble as I leave my car in the middle of the hallway and walk to the edge of the bridge, where I see the water below."Of course, it's my fault; I am so frail!" I shouted, my hand resting on the bridge's side as my mind wandered.I despise my sister.I despise Blake.Everyone makes me angry.I held back and kept slapping myself for not taking action. I try to hurt them, but I make my already broken heart even more fragile. It goes well beyond the surface level."What have I done, moon goddess, to deserve this dreadful existence?" I find myself doubting my existence at this very moment.I currently have nothing in my possession.There's no way I can still fix him now.My heartache has taken a drastic turn for the worst."Artemis," A man's deep voice reached out to me, and the sight of his stunningly blue eyes helped me see more clearly.The only clue I have is that I saw his automobile on the road, but I have no idea where he came from."You've got me stumped," I asked after wiping away my tears and feeling the ache in my chest. "That hurts," he said. "I thought you knew me," he continued."I'm not interested in knowing people," I responded through stifled sobs, was, at which point he laughed."I know. He fabricated the whole thing.""Don't crowd me. What's going on in my life right now? You have no idea." I fumed, showing him a disappointed look because he seemed to be acting as if he knew me that much."Artemis Eretria Aravis. Your boyfriend, Blake Gaius Dutch, is tricking you." He stated, it cut my words off, and I started to wonder who he was, and I gulped."Kade Zeph Ford," He introduced himself with a name that rang a bell.And then I understood it. Someone with such a name is a formidable fighter and the future Alpha of The Fearless Walkers pack."You," I mumbled. This was the first time I'd seen him, but I was familiar with his name.His chad face and ideal male physique make him an attractive man. Like Blake, I can sense that they have a lot of differences."How did you find out about the details of my life?" I still managed to speak clearly while talking, even though I struggled to express myself."That information is unnecessary for you—as the next Alpha King, I am aware of my responsibilities—even though I despise small talk, I would be interested in talking to you or showing you around a cool place if we were ever to meet," he said.I raised my brow. "What are you talking about?" I inquired, and he seemed to describe himself as better than Blake.He’s trying to impress me with something. "I know what you desire, and I am gladly willing to help you. I’m talking about revenge," he declared his intention.That's a very valid point he made. That is precisely what I had in mind.This life of mine is challenging, and while I believed that I would be a lone wolf for the rest of my life because I am a feeble wolf without a mate, I never anticipated that the man whom I had desired for a significant amount of time would be with me."At what are you focusing your attention?" Blake abruptly stepped in and asked me that question with his deep voice; I could feel my heart beating faster than usual."Why are you behaving in such a manner? Blake. Even if we shouldn't be together right now, we are meant to be with each—""You expect me to be happy after our parents arranged things between us, do you? Well, I knew you were one of them." He broke my train of thought. I found myself looking down and blinking my eyes quite a few times."I'm sorry," I say."You're not. My friends are coming; I want you not to bother to show up." He informed me and ordered me at the same time.I give him the benefit of the doubt. "What's the point?" I inquired. "Are you busy with something with
I was evaluated based on the entirety of his statements. Now, I got out of the room and checked his office, where I discovered that he was not there. I was surprised to run into a woman who appeared to be my age but, in reality, was an omega and was most likely a maid."Ma'am. . ." she stuttered while she was facing me and appeared to be very anxious."Oh. Have you seen Blake?" I questioned her, and she appeared to be avoiding looking at me. "I don't know, but I've learned over the years that if he's not here, he must be with his friends, heading to the club," She answered my question before leaving the room simultaneously.I understand him.Likely, he is currently hanging out with his pals and enjoying some downtime. I put him to shame by exposing myself as his mate. It is entirely my fault for being such a feeble werewolf; I made a vow to make him understand me promptly."It's likely that he went to the club to get his head cold. . ." I mumbled, and I was sure he was doing something
The Perspective of BlakeI don't remember anything that happened, but I do know that my friends have already found out that Artemis is my mate, which is fucking disgusting. I hoped they would never find out about it, but it's over. It is embarrassing to have a partner like her because she is feeble and too sensitive to act, and she gives the impression that she is innocent in all related matters. I am more interested in women who can fulfill my requirements. A flirty woman, for short, is indeed my type.When I am in her presence, I don't even experience anything. There is no chemistry between the two of us.As for now, I had just gotten out of the shower—I looked around and saw Artemis dozing off on the couch. My heart is beating quickly as I watch her sleep peacefully. I was under the impression that it was Hermione, her identical twin sister.They have an uncanny resemblance to one another; her twin sister is the one I liked, and I will never want someone who is an attention seeker
"Hermione?" conversation was started by Blake, and now she appears to be communicating with him in some way, but I am unable to decipher what she is saying. I don't believe that they are near one another either."Wow. . ." His buddies were all murmuring to each other; they were pleased with her, proud of her, and laughing while looking at her; she smiled more as she noticed their reactions."Well. I am confident that you guys are so down to me. . . But I know that was only meant to be a joke," Hermione says."Not quite a joke for. . . me," Jake cut her off, and it appeared that he intended to say something different, but Blake looked at him with such a deathly glance that he decided to change what he was going to say instead.Hermione is seen laughing. "That's pretty great if you ask me. I only desired to converse with my cherished identical twin sister," she spoke in a low voice. I had this horrible feeling that something terrible was going to happen to me, and then she grasped my ha
I fumbled through the words, "I don't need your help," as I backed away from the man who had offered me a method to exact revenge. I have no idea how he could piece together my history and the hurtful things Blake has done to me."I realize you aren't feeling very comfortable right now," I stopped as he spoke, and I gently turned to face him. He flashed me a grin that was more of a smirk than a genuine smile but was nonetheless referred to as a smile.He handed me a piece of paper to look over. The number belongs to him."Feel free to give me a call," he suggested. For me to value this offer, I don't need to have any other information about him. However, I save the paper and tuck it away in my pocket, even if I am not yet thinking of anything else.I never said or said anything else, but I did walk away and get inside the car when she approached me.I started driving as quickly as I could manage. At this point, I don't even intend to return to the house. Even talking to them or confro
Amanda offered her opinion self-assuredly, "I see that you're finally having a wonderful relationship with Blake." she believes that everything is well at the moment. Because I cannot give her a complete account of the circumstance, I have decided to remain mute."Y-Yes," I find it difficult to utter the words, yet they did come out of my mouth nonetheless. I lied.She leaned close and caressed my back as she murmured, "Artemis, you have to train yourself." "You need to get stronger, and what else do you think others will say of you? Like my son doesn't make your power feel better?" she added. I am somewhat insulted by her comments, but in all fairness, she was correct.I chose not to respond, and I actively avoided looking at her. This caused her to sigh and remove her hand from my shoulder, expressing what appeared to be regret."I'm sorry, sweetie. . . I apologize for accidentally telling you that. I will not pressure you or ask what you can do with your skills. I am only curious,
It wasn't that long ago when Hermione threatened me by saying she would steal all I owned. I am aware that she is trying to convey to me that she is currently in the company of Blake.It gets me crazy.I am currently without a position to get into.I'm not like Hermione, who has a lot of pals to go to the club or do something fun with, and what's worse is that Blake is acting like I'm a whore for going to the club; in essence, he's afraid I'll beat him for fucking other men.I have no idea what's going on in my head right now. Tereza has been relatively quiet recently, but I have unexpectedly figured out who I will be attending the forthcoming ball with, and we have a dance partner in mind."Are you Artemis, Hermione's twin sister?" A female wolf asked the question. The things that she said did not sit well with me. I don't appreciate being addressed as Hermione's twin. Why can't they call me Artemis since I'm already in their database?She chews the inside of her lower lips. She per
“I don't know . . .” I cringed and muttered—as if I hadn’t done anything, even though my hands were on Hermione's necklace and Kade’s jacket. I even held those tight.He commanded, "Put that down right now." He must accuse me of stealing while I do nothing of the sort. If the owner of something cannot take pleasure in it, I have no interest in stealing it.“This is so similar to my item that, at first, I thought it must be mine.”“I know you’re trying to gaslight yourself that it didn't happen, Artemis . . .” He said, and now he’s approaching me. He touched my shoulder, and I couldn’t bring myself to look at him directly because I was exposed.He is responsible for my horrible appearance.He informed me, “But it happened. I fucked her right here in this bed, hoping you saw us. So, you could stop trying to make me love you. Stop cooking for me, contacting me when I’m with my friends, or anything.” He just said some brutally honest things that make me want to pull off my flesh to discov