Semua Bab Pucking My Ex’s Alpha Rival: Bab 21 - Bab 27

Wren “Thank you for agreeing to speak with me,” Rachel said, and I fought the urge to remind her I wasn’t doing this for her, but for me. It’s been a little over two weeks since I last saw her, and even though I knew logically that no person could change that drastically in that time, a small, bitter part of me had still hoped she’d at least look a little bit wrecked. Instead, I’m met with an even more put-together version of her, which, for some reason, only fuels the rage burning inside my chest. I’d tried leaving after we bumped into each other, but Rachel grabbed my wrist and begged to speak with me. “Twenty minutes,” she’d said, “That’s all I want.” My first instinct was to turn her down, but for some reason when I opened my mouth, I found myself agreeing. Blair could obviously sense the tension between us and was now seated in another section of the café, pretending she wasn’t sneaking glances at our table while Rachel. I sat across from each other in a corner bo

WrenRyan’s uncle had severely overestimated my social skills because I suck at this.So far, I’ve tried approaching a few groups, but each of my attempts has been met with a repeated pattern.I’d hover long enough to be recognised as the girl who’d come in with Ryan, then get immediately bombarded with questions about who I was, how I knew him, or whether we were truly mates like the rumours said.Each time, I circled back to the same answers. Giving them just enough information but never the full truth.Each time, my responses were met with the same reaction.Surprise. Recalculation. And an immediate shift in the conversation. Without me.After my fifth attempt, I gave up and retreated to a spot near the long refreshments table, because a girl standing near food didn’t look as lost as a girl standing alone and in the middle of the hall.As expected, the spread was put out to a point of over-perfection.Every dish came in a portion that looked like it belonged in a dollhouse and not

Ryan.Wren’s soft palm slid into mine, and I guided her onto the dance floor, where everyone else was either spinning or swaying to the music.She’d barely made eye contact with me since I sat beside her, and yet I was irrevocably powerless to her request.How could I not be when it was her?A single touch and I was ready to forget every miserable second I’d spent away from her.I was pathetic.Truly pathetic.Ever since our last conversation, we hadn’t been in the same place long enough for either of us to undo the damage we’d caused.I felt hurt.Something I wasn’t even sure I had the right to feel.She’d made her stance completely clear on what we were from the moment we met, and while I wished it were that simple, it was foolish of me to believe I had any hope of changing her mind.Wren was strong and determined, and I liked that about her. She cleared her throat, and my attention drifted back down to her.I could never get over how small she was compared to me. Even in her he

WrenMy father’s office was just as I remembered it.Dark and suffocating, with curtains that seemed to suck the life out of you with a single glance.My father sat in the centre of the room at his mahogany desk, barely acknowledging my presence even as I stood a couple of inches awayHe was signing something, and he let me wait until he finished and capped his pen before slowly lifting his gaze and leaning back casually in his leather chair to look at me.“To what do I owe the sudden visit?”His words were dry, bordering on irritation, and some of the confidence I’d managed to build during my pep talk on the thirty-minute Uber ride here began to slip away.“I’m through.”He arched a sharp eyebrow. “Through?”“With all of this.” I clarified, “I don’t want to lie to Ryan anymore, and I don’t want to seal the bond so that you can win another election.”The words that had been rattling around in the back of my mind for the better half of a month spilt out in quick succession, and when I