Break Up

Amelia and Mia shut themselves inside the guest house prepared for Mia. Amelia couldn’t bring herself to go home, knowing her stepmother and stepsister would be waiting there, ready to interrogate her and bombard her with questions.

She didn’t want to talk to any of them yet. She already had too much on her mind; she didn’t need those two adding to her problems.

Now, Amelia was sprawled across Mia’s bed. Mia had made her some hot chocolate to help her calm down, since Amelia had been ranting nonstop about Lucas and his brother Lorcan earlier.

“How do you think I can get Lucas to agree to reject me? I don’t want to stay in the Crescent Moon Pack any longer. I just want to get away from all of them,” Amelia said.

Mia handed her the mug, and Amelia sat up to drink it. She blew on the hot chocolate and inhaled the rich aroma of cocoa.

Amelia pouted. Mia really did know exactly how to calm her down. Dark chocolate was her weakness, and this was her favorite drink. She took a sip, and it felt like all the overthinking from earlier melted away.

“So? Feeling calmer now?” Mia asked as she sipped her coffee.

“A little,” Amelia replied with a sigh. Honestly, she was irritated that no one agreed with her plan. Sure, she had embarrassed Olivia at the dinner party, but she still hadn’t achieved her main goal—getting Lucas to reject her.

Lucas was truly draining her patience. She never imagined he could be this selfish and greedy.

“Then let’s just think of a new strategy to completely cancel that boyfriend of yours out of your life,” Mia said. Amelia immediately covered her mouth.

“Wait. I should’ve told him that I was breaking up with him too.” Everything had happened so fast that only the rejection had been brought up at the dinner party and even that hadn’t gone through. There was still no certainty it would even be mutual.

“It’s basically implied already. If you’re asking for rejection, it means you’re breaking up with him too. Honestly, you’re lucky he hasn’t marked you yet. Otherwise, escaping Alpha Lucas would be a lot harder,” Mia commented. She set her coffee down on the side table and peeked out the bedroom window.

She could smell Alpha Lucas approaching from a distance, and it looked like trouble was coming again. That Alpha really wouldn’t leave her best friend alone.

“Girl, if you’re really affected by the breakup, I think you can just tell him straight to his face because he’s already standing in front of the guest house,” Mia said.

Amelia shot up in shock and irritation.

“What?!” she exclaimed, rushing to the window. There was Lucas, standing in front of the door, glaring in their direction. Amelia glared back, making it clear she wouldn’t back down—her anger burning even hotter than his.

“Amelia, come down here,” Lucas ordered.

Amelia didn’t respond. She turned away from the window, sat back down on the bed, grabbed her hot chocolate, and took a sip to steady herself.

“Amelia!” Lucas shouted again.

Mia flinched. Even though Lucas was no longer her Alpha, she could still feel the weight of his authority. It was as if disobedience alone could cost her life. What puzzled her was how unaffected Amelia seemed by her own Alpha’s voice.

Was it because she was wolfless? Or was there another reason?

“Amelia, it’s better if you talk to Alpha Lucas now before this turns into a bigger mess. We can’t fight him here. There are other ways to defeat him—so use the cards you’re holding wisely,” Mia advised.

She could protect Amelia without hesitation but she wasn’t a rogue. She belonged to a pack, and a violent confrontation here would endanger her family and pack. Besides, Alpha Lorcan would never allow his members to be harmed. If things escalated now, the brothers’ conflict would only worsen.

“I know. I don’t want you getting hurt either. But I don’t want to keep obeying him, so let him come inside and talk to me here in the room,” Amelia replied. Even she was surprised by the drastic change in herself.

“I’ll leave you here, but I’ll be in the next room. If he hurts you, scream and I’ll call for help immediately,” Mia said. Amelia nodded.

Amelia didn’t want Mia dragged any deeper into this mess. Mia had already helped her enough, she didn’t want her best friend to suffer because of her choices.

Mia left the room and crossed paths with Lucas in the corridor. She nodded respectfully and went into the other room. Lucas, meanwhile, faced the door of the room where his girlfriend was.

Lucas clenched his fists in anger. His pride was being trampled by a weak, lowly omega who was now driving him insane.

“Amelia, open the door. Let’s talk,” Lucas said, forcing himself to stay calm. He didn’t want to show his anger—afraid it would only make Amelia despise him more.

Amelia stood when she heard his voice outside. She took a deep breath, fixed herself, let her hair fall loose, and allowed the fragrant scent of her perfume to spread.

She opened the door, revealing Lucas—anger blazing in his eyes. But the moment he saw her beautiful face, the Alpha felt an overwhelming urge to touch and kiss her.

Amelia drove him mad. The sweet scent of her neck and hair filled the air like cotton candy.

“What do you want?” Amelia snapped, snapping Lucas back to reality.

“Ahem,” he cleared his throat. “Aren’t you going to let me inside?” he asked. Amelia shook her head.

“Why? We can talk here just fine.”

Lucas bit his lip. Amelia was stubborn amd completely unmoved by his words.

“What’s the problem? Why do you want to attend the rejection ceremony? Have you lost your mind? I’m about to mark you as my chosen mate. Why can’t you wait? Why do you want rejection now?” Lucas demanded.

Amelia let go of the doorknob and crossed her arms.

“Actually, I want both a breakup and a rejection. So can you just accept my decision? I’m just an omega anyway, right?” Amelia said.

Lucas’s teeth ground together in rage.

“You’re breaking up with me? And who are you to decide that?” he snapped.

“You’re asking who I am?” Amelia replied coldly. “I’m the daughter of Antonio—the beta and gamma who saved the entire Crescent Moon Pack. So just accept my rejection and let the Moon Goddess give you your fated mate.”

She gasped theatrically and covered her mouth.

“Oh—wait. Maybe you already know who your fated mate is.”

Lucas froze. Even Dexter grew uneasy at her words.

“Lucas, it looks like Amelia already knows about your true mate. You should just accept the rejection and prepare for Olivia’s arrival,” Dexter warned through their mind link.

“I don’t have a fated mate, Amelia,” Lucas lied firmly—so firmly that even his wolf doubted him.

“I’m not breaking up with you. You’re not attending the rejection ceremony, and I’m definitely not rejecting you,” Lucas said seriously.

He refused to let her go—especially now that something about her had changed. Her clothes, her scent, her movements—everything drew him in even more. Her resistance only irritated him, but he convinced himself she was just trying to rush him into marking her.

“What do you want me to do so you’ll stop acting like this? Don’t make things harder, Amelia. The council won’t allow us to separate unless you have a solid reason for rejection,” Lucas explained.

Amelia had already thought about this. In their pack, breaking a mate bond—even before marking—was considered a grave offense. A solid justification was required.

She couldn’t help but laugh internally at the hypocrisy. The elders despised affairs, separations, and multiple spouses—yet Alpha Luthor was allowed three marriages, and Lucas had both a chosen mate and a fated mate.

The rules only seemed to apply to women—unfair laws that suffocated most omegas.

“Will you do everything I want?” Amelia asked, her eyes sharp, one eyebrow raised in challenge.

“As much as I can—for you—just to end this madness,” Lucas replied.

Amelia quickly hid her smile.

“Then prove that you love me within two weeks. If I don’t feel sincerity, I’ll still attend the rejection ceremony,” Amelia said, already forming a wicked plan in her mind.

“I’ll make you regret humiliating me at the dinner party. I’ll make you happy by my side,” Lucas replied, though irritation simmered beneath his words.

Amelia lifted her hand to Lucas’s face and asked for a kiss. Annoyed but eager to keep her, Lucas took her hand and kissed it.

“Is my princess happy now? Will you let me into your room?” Lucas asked.

Amelia smiled and stepped aside.

“If you make me happy tonight, why not?” she replied. One corner of Lucas’s lips curled upward.

“Whatever you want, we’ll do. I want to make it up to you so you won’t think of leaving me again,” Lucas said as Amelia pulled him inside and locked the door.

She planned to seduce him tonight. She already knew how to obtain solid evidence she could present at the rejection ceremony.

“Aren’t you angry at me for humiliating you earlier at the dinner party? The entire West family will probably hate me—and so will the Crescent Moon pack,” Amelia said softly, sadly.

Lucas immediately held her shoulders and looked at her tenderly.

“I’ll explain everything to them. Don’t worry about that. I know I’ve neglected you lately—that’s probably why you’ve been acting this way,” Lucas said, trying to win her over now that they were alone.

“Even if Luna Lucianna hates me?” Amelia asked, placing her hand on Lucas’s chest. Her slender fingers traced his collarbone down to his abs.

Lucas bit his lip, restraining himself. “O-of course. They can’t do anything now—I’m their Alpha,” he lied, tension thick in his voice.

“What if even the former Alpha, Luthor, stands in the way of our love?” Amelia asked as she unbuttoned his shirt.

Lucas swallowed hard, his gaze drawn to Amelia’s ample cleavage.

“I don’t care about them. What matters is you—what we have now.”

Those words made Amelia stop unbuttoning his shirt and smile.

They were the same words Lucas had spoken on their first night together—words he later betrayed.

Words Amelia had clung to, only to learn they were nothing but lies.

Now she knew the truth. She would never fall for those empty promises again.

“That’s a promise,” Amelia said, her hand gripping the buckle of Lucas’s belt.