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Chapter 2

Author: Tiffany Lin
last update Last Updated: 2025-06-11 09:28:40

Kylie's POV

There was a long silence, the world shutting itself off from my ears.

All I could hear was his cold voice, demanding that I literally cut ties with him. I couldn't believe it. My heart clenched in my chest, it felt as if a hand was ripping it apart.

His frosty expression, hatred-filled eyes, and the way he looked at me with that superior gaze stirred complicated emotions within me.

I thought he would be my safe world.

But somehow, he's now entangled with the woman who broke my family. He let her destroy us.

Soon enough, the mate bond appeared, a shimmering thread tying mine and Cole's wrists together.

"Accept the rejection," he said, raising his chin, demanding compliance.

My eyes flitted to that whore, who was smiling at me as she nestled in his arm, her hand drawing circles on his chest.

She played her part so well.

'Don’t cut it... Please don’t—'

"Rain..." I choked, my wolf’s panicked voice begging me not to.

His rejection hurt both of us, but could we really pretend things were normal after this?

'Please, I beg you... Don’t—Kylie, don’t—'

"I'm sorry." I tried not to break down, but my watery eyes nearly betrayed me.

It would be a lie to say I wasn't hurt. But at the same time... there was this rising sense of injustice burning in my chest.

"You betrayed me," I said, looking up at the man I had dedicated five years of my life to.

But he only shrugged and urged, "We don’t have all day. Accept my rejection. From now on, we’ll have nothing to do with each other."

I clenched my fists. And finally, I made my decision.

I had already been cheated on. I wouldn’t let myself be disrespected too.

I did a terrible job at hiding the tremble in my voice.

"I, Kylie Edwards, accept your rejection, Cole King."

The rope binding our wrists swayed for a moment, then split into two and completely vanished.

But all I could hear in my head was Rain’s shrill, painful cry. I felt my heart and soul shattered.

Breaking the mate bond hurts, especially for the rejected partner. But I never thought it would silence my wolf.

After that final cry, she completely disappeared.

"Rain?"

"Rain?"

I called her again, but there was no response. I couldn’t feel her presence anymore.

What’s going on?

What’s happening?

I had no idea.

I glanced at Cole, who was now engaged in a passionate kiss with my stepmother. He seemed completely fine.

'Bastard...' I cursed. 'I swear I will make you pay for this.'

And with that, I ran out of the garden, knowing I had already lost enough dignity.

I didn’t want to see anyone.

I rushed to my car, jumped in, and drove out of the garage.

I just wanted to leave this place.

"Rain...?" I kept calling out to my wolf, but she never responded.

"ARGHHHHHHH!!!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?!"

I drove aimlessly, my hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly like it was the only thing holding me together. I could barely focus on the road, my mind replaying everything. The cruel rejection. The betrayal. Cole’s cold and indifferent expression. And that woman. I swore I would make her regret tearing apart every important relationship in my life.

I didn’t know how long I’d been driving before I realized I’d crossed into unfamiliar territory. The streetlights grew dim, and the air felt strange. In the distance, I saw a neon sign flickering: The Yepp Way Bar.

I didn’t even know where I was going, but I might as well pull over and have some drinks. I truly wasn’t in the right headspace. I needed a break, anything to drown the fury threatening to consume me.

I parked and stepped out of the car, the cool night air biting at my skin. My dress was off-shoulder, and I clicked my tongue at the goosebumps crawling across my arms.

I walked to the entrance, my heels clicking sharply against the pavement. Dim lighting and loud music greeted me as I pushed open the door.

I never liked the atmosphere, but sometimes, you just wanna exist. And places like this made me feel alive.

The scent of whiskey and beer hit me the moment I stepped in.

The bartender barely glanced at me as I took a seat and ordered. "Whiskey. Straight," I said, tapping my fingers against the counter.

A glass was placed in front of me with a soft clink. I took a long sip, feeling the burn slide down my throat. I closed my eyes and savored the sting.

"Another," I said.

I chugged down the first, and another was placed in front of me.

The plan was to finish ten, like usual. But after just the first, I felt lightheaded.

As I was about to pick up the second, I felt someone’s gaze on me. My head whipped to the side.

No one.

I scanned the room cautiously for a while, then gave up.

Maybe I was imagining things?

I leisurely enjoyed the second cup, taking slow sips and trying to sort out my thoughts. But by the time I reached the third glass, I couldn’t even think.

That’s when it hit me.

I, who could down ten glasses of whiskey with barely a buzz, could now barely stand after three.

"I—I need to book a room," I muttered.

I paid my bill, struggling to read the receipts and signs, and stumbled to the front desk. They were surprisingly quick, and within minutes I was in the elevator, heading to my room.

It wouldn’t be good if I was ambushed by anyone here.

But in the end, I was the one who did the ambushing.

The moment I entered my room, I collapsed onto the bed with a heavy thud.

It was big, plush, and covered with crisp white sheets that smelled like mint and cedarwood. I buried my face in the softness and sighed, dragging my fingers across the silky surface.

"Ahhh, so soft," I murmured.

I was about to close my eyes when I heard the footsteps.

Slow and confident. It should belonged to a man.

My eyes instantly snapped open. I sat up so fast the room spun for a moment, but I forced my gaze toward the bathroom door.

Then he stepped out.

And I froze.

The man was tall, easily six foot something, with broad shoulders and a frame that screamed strength and sin. Water still clung to his skin, droplets gliding down those chiseled abs like they had permission. His muscles flexed with each step, hard and honed like a Greek god carved from flesh. A white towel hung low on his hips, dangerously low, clinging to that V-line that dipped below the border of decency.

My breath caught.

His eyes, icy blue and piercing, locked with mine across the room.

He stilled. I did too.

A long, charged silence wrapped around us.

My mouth was dry. I didn’t know if it was from the whiskey or the walking sculpture standing in front of me. Probably both.

'He's hot...' My mind echoed dumbly, and before I could stop myself, my eyes shamelessly trailed down his body again, memorizing every ridge, every cut of his muscular frame.

"You are?" His voice came, calm and slightly amused, with a rich, deep tone that rolled down my spine like warm honey.

I blinked.

"Why are you in my room?" I demanded, trying to sound firm but probably slurring a little too much to pull it off.

He quirked a brow, his lips twitching as he turned toward the closet and pulled out a black shirt, casually slipping it on over those glistening shoulders.

"I'm not," he said simply.

I stared at him, my foggy mind trying to catch up.

He turned slightly, giving me another side view of that strong chest before he continued, "You're in my room."

"...Huh?"

I felt sober for a brief moment, and instantly scrambled to check the room card I had dropped earlier. Squinting at it, I couldn't see.

But I know he wasn't lying since he was here first.

"Shit," I mumbled under my breath. Heat rushed to my cheeks, and it wasn’t from the alcohol this time.

"Don’t worry," he said, still watching me with those unreadable blue eyes, "you’re not the first drunk person to stumble into the wrong suite... but you might be the prettiest."

I blinked again, feeling my cheek reddening.

Was that a compliment?

"Want me to call the front desk?" he offered with a smile.

Maybe it was the alcohol. Maybe it was the hurt still festering in my chest. Or maybe it was the way he was looking at me now, with those mesmerising eyes.

But I didn’t say yes.

I didn’t say no either.

My silence said enough.

Then he changed the topic. "I saw you earlier."

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