The Alpha Playboy Is My Mate. のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 51 - チャプター 60

°Jeremy's POV° I straightened my suit as I got in out of the car, the driver escorting me with an umbrella above our heads. I didn't know why I was so happy to meet her, not like we ended up in good terms but, I just felt kinda hopeful , like she was gonna welcome me with open arms and we'd probably forget about the past and all. I searched every corner of the surrounding with my wolf sight, hoping to find her anywhere, but then she wasn't outside yet…maybe still picking a few more things. God I missed her. The naive, soft hearted, beautiful…. what was there not to miss? And her scent, that scent that turned me on without much effort, it was that scent of hers that made me fuck her first time, it was too early back then, but I couldn't stop the pressure and the sweet temptation coursing through my veins…and if nothing else haunted me, at least the way she held me and the way she whispered my name made me miss that day every now and then. I braced myself up, and tried to stay pos

°Amy's POV°Christian hadn't talked through out the ride, he didn't tell me about how Grandma Lydia made him knead dough like he always did. He didn't tell me about what he was thinking or about what he planned to do to the porch that was never alright…he was so silent, his hands so busy with the steering like it was the only thing that deserved his attention.I didn't talk to him, I didn't bother to ask him what was wrong, I wanted to, but I felt like I knew.Jealousy wasn't his character, it was inbuilt, and I knew better than to talk to him about it.I just played with Eli in the car, showing him other kids, and other people that passed.“I don't— like— that girl,” He would mutter one by one, but I still understood. I was patient enough to understand, why wouldn't I be? Eli was still learning to speak and he was just two years and three months old.And he never liked girls.He always said that…and this time I didn't ask him why, the last time, he said they were too pretty.Christia

° Amy's POV°“What?” I was speechless.He didn't mean that, did he? I folded my arms across my chest as I walked past him, I didn't know what to feel at this point.Was he crazy?!“When did this happen?” I asked, turning to face him.“A couple of months ago, I was in college.” He looked away, not brave enough to look into my eyes.Silence.“I thought we were getting the hang of this family thing…I thought things were working out, I thought we were working out,” He tried to explain, and hell, he was going to explain more.“How could you Christian?!” I tugged at my hair, I couldn't believe it. Was I supposed to feel happy? Or was I supposed to live on knowing that some girl was hurting because of me?“I thought you'd be happy!” He yelled. His face twisted as if he himself couldn't fathom my reaction.Was I really worth that sacrifice?“Happy?” Tears didn't stop running down my cheeks, “ You literally scarred that girl for life.”“Does …does it matter? It's you I love.” He stuttered a

° Amy’s POV °I wished I hadn't walked away, wished I didn't leave, wished, wished, wished!That was all I could do, helplessly blame myself and wish that everything was gonna be alright.But wishing didn’t change anything.The room was quiet except for the beeping sound that came from the monitor beside him. It was slow, steady, and kind of terrifying. I didn’t like the sound. It reminded me that every second mattered, that something could happen any moment.I held his right hand tightly, pressing my palm against his, as if I could pass some of my strength to him through touch. My fingers trembled, and I shut my eyes, trying to imagine he could hear me, like maybe if I focused hard enough, he’d hear me inside his head.“I'm sorry….. I'm sorry…” That was all I could say.The words sounded useless, like they didn’t even reach him. I said them anyway, over and over again, because I didn’t know what else to say.Grandma was outside, talking to the pack's doctor. Her voice was low and sha

° Amy’s POV °The wind rushed in before I could even blink.And then there she was—Mia. Standing on the porch in her gray hoodie and big shorts, her hair half-tied, and she was holding a brown paper bag that looked way too familiar.My breath caught halfway, I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.She looked me up and down once, her expression softening. “You look like you’ve been wrestling ghosts,” she said, voice light but not mocking.I blinked a few times, trying to catch up. “Mia?”“Yeah, who else would it be?” She stepped closer, brushing past me before I could even invite her in, the sweet smell of vanilla perfume trailing behind her. “Unless you were expecting someone else.”Her words landed too close, too sharp. I froze for a second, then quietly shut the door.“I—uh… no, I wasn’t expecting anyone,” I muttered, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear.Mia didn’t say anything right away. She just slipped her shoes off and dropped the paper bag on the table like she owned the pla