Chapter 15
Lorcia pouted at him in a sweet voice that sounded pathetic with a sobbing tone.
“Where have you been, my dear? You didn’t come to stay with me all day today, if you didn’t come, the wounds on my body hurt again, and I can’t even eat, so will you come stay with me now.”
Lorcia often used this excuse to get him to stay with her, so I took it for granted. Sure enough, Lorik hesitated. “I have something urgent to attend to,” he told me. “I’ll take you to buy the ring another day. And stay away from Maurice. I’ve investigated him–he’s a vampire. You’ll regret it if you stay
with him.”
I felt a cold smile on my lips. “The thing I regret the most is becoming mates with you.” With that, I left, my heart heavy and cold.
Lorik’s POV:
Watching Shirley walk away, a pang of regret twisted in my chest. I had spent years convincing myself that our union was nothing more than a pragmatic arrangement. But now, as she retreated from me, I felt an unfamiliar ache, something gnawing at the edges of my hardened heart. Lorcia’s suffering was my responsibility, and I couldn’t abandon her, not after everything that had happened.
When I returned to the Silvermoon Pack, the atmosphere was tense. Lorcia was in the house, her anger from earlier still palpable. The servants were cleaning up the mess she had made, remnants of her rage scattered across the floor.
As soon as I walked in, Lorcia rushed over to me, her arms winding around my neck. Her eyes were red, her makeup smeared from crying. “Lorik,” she said, her voice a mix of distress and seductive charm. “You have no idea how much I missed you. Everything hurts when you’re not around.”
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I stiffened, caught between guilt and irritation. She was always so adept at manipulating my emotions. “You’ve been making a scene, Lorcia,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “The are cleaning up your mess. Can’t you see how much strain you’re causing everyone?”
She pouted, her lips trembling. “But Lorik, I need you. I want more luxuries, more flowers. I need to feel cherished.”
I know it deep in my heart that every time Lorcia talks about her wounds and gains sympathies by playing victim is her way of getting more money and jewelry. I don’t mind it because I find her simple yet a stupid woman. She can be easily dispatched with money. I can afford that but sometimes it kinds of annoys me.
between my thoughts she spoke again ‘Oh Lorik honey, come on satisfy me with luxury
ller words struck a chord. I thought of Shirley, how she had been so dedicated to her duties, always putting the pack and my needs before her own. The realization hit me hard: almost all the money I had given Shirley had gone towards supporting the pack or helping her parents. She had barely kept any for herself, a stark contrast to Lorcia’s insatiable demands.
Was it possible that everything Shirley did was out of genuine affection? My mind raced with confusion. I had dismissed her care as mere duty, never considering that she might truly love me.
Lorcia’s attempt to snuggle closer was almost too much. I could see through her act, her every move designed to tug at my heartstrings. As she lay her head on my shoulder, I felt a mix of frustration
and remorse.
“You’re just playing a game,” I said, pulling away slightly. “This isn’t real. You’re using my guilt to manipulate me.”
Lorcia’s face hardened. “Is that what you really think? After everything I’ve done for you?”
Before she could respond, my Beta, Panther entered, bringing a piece of mail. The interruption was a relief. I took the opportunity to escape from Lorcia’s clutches and retreated to the study
I opened the envelope and found a divorce settlement. Shirley’s name was already signed on the female’s side. The dates were set for the werewolf council meeting to sever our bond once and for all.
I laughed bitterly, a harsh sound that echoed in the empty room. “Is she that desperate to be rid of me?” I muttered to myself, staring
at the document.
I was about to sign the papers in a fit of anger when another thought crossed my mind. Instead of signing, I grabbed my phone and instructed Panther, “Go and get that wedding ring back. Now.”
My heart was pounding. Shirley’s departure had stirred something within me. Despite the tumultuous past and my resentment, I found myself wanting to make things right, if only to understand what we had truly lost.
