Regrets

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Alyssa’s point of view

I sat in the passenger seat as Frey drove back to the pack. I wasn’t at Marcelo\s pack but some mansion in his pack.

My head is leaning against the window. I can’t believe that I had threatened Marcelo to kill me when surely I know it is just me proving that I have feelings for Kasper when a few minutes ago I was wrapped in his arms..

“Would you have slit your throat?” Frey suddenly asked, breaking the silence in the car. I let out a heavy sigh, looking in her direction.

“I don’t know. But I couldn’t let him kill someone on my behalf,” I said to her, and she sighed heavily, glancing at me.

“We have been gone for the entire night. I am sure everyone was worried. What are you going to say?

Jason will be—“

“I will handle Jason. I will tell him the truth,” I said to her, and she gasped.

“Wait what? Do you want to tell him that you were with Marcelo? The entire night?” She asked me as I nodded my head.

“I will tell the truth. I can’t lie to him,” I said to her