Chapter 251: 251-The Bite Mark
Clementine:
As soon as he said that, I threw the mop and ran off, trying to get as far away from him as possible. I ended up in the woods, but I didn’t stop. I didn’t know why it hurt so much. Probably because he was the one talking about respect.
Did he ever respect me? So just because his chances were gone, now he wanted to hurt me?
And I wished I hadn’t been so full of emotion. I should’ve stayed and reminded him that I’d seen him with the same woman he had broken up with. I should’ve put him in his place too.
"But you didn’t. You just ran away like a coward," Mint grunted at me.
"I know. I wish I could’ve told him, ’You asshole, it’s not like you wanted anyone different. You were reluctant to chase me, but you were so happily chasing the woman you’re now comparing me to, the ones who cheat and sleep with whoever they want.’" I hissed, finally saying the right things, but only in front of my wolf, so they didn’t hold much power.
"And why the fuck are you crying? It’s not like you did anything wrong. There’s a difference between you sleeping with others. It’s not others — they’re your mates. He is your mate. They all are," Mint tried to reassure me.
And I guess somewhere along the line, after last night, I had been so shaken that I just fell into my emotions.
I should’ve been happy. I was with my mates. But I was scared— scared of giving them a chance and ending up like Ian.
"I did wrong. I didn’t fight him back. I didn’t tell him the truth that would make him realize I knew he wasn’t such a great person," I argued with my wolf as I fell to my knees and grunted.
I was tired—so tired of people trying to manipulate me. But more than anything, I was hurt that Ian turned out to be completely different from what I’d expected him to be.
All this time, he’d kept himself hidden from everyone. The truth about him, about his character was hidden from me too. Kudos to him for being clever enough to hide everything and play me so well.
"So now you’re going to come here and cry, just so anyone who sees us thinks I’m the bad guy?" Ian snapped.
I was stunned when Ian followed me. Thankfully, he did, because I was finally going to tell him what a scumbag he really was.
I jumped to my feet and faced him, not like a culprit, but like the confident woman I am.
"I’m glad you came, because you escaped my wrath before," I hissed.
The wind suddenly grew worse, but I was determined to speak my mind. He, however, looked calm with his hands in his parents’ pockets, a wide smile on his lips. That smile was both taunting and creepy.
"Really? I’m all ears," he taunted, tapping his foot on the ground.
"I caught you with her." That was all I said before I noticed his smile starting to fade. "I came to your hotel and saw you in the room with her. You were with her, saying all the things you promised you’d never say to me."
I hissed, clenching my fists and locking eyes with him, demanding he not dare to break the contact. He didn’t look confident anymore. The smile on his lips was long gone.
"I don’t know what you’re talking about," he muttered quickly, shaking his head and breaking eye contact like the coward he was.
"I don’t care what you say. I saw you. You fucking played me, Ian. And no, I’m not ashamed of sleeping with my mates. I’m not a man-whore like you, someone who sleeps with a person who isn’t even their mate. So no, if there’s anyone characterless here, it’s you."
I hissed, pointing at his chest, watching as he slowly lowered his head to my finger, then looked back into my eyes.
"And I’m going to be very happy with my mates, because they’re nothing like you. They’re not cowards or spineless creatures. Didn’t your girlfriend sleep with your brother? Now I know why, maybe once in a while she wanted a real man in bed."
As soon as I said it, I watched a smirk spread across his lips. I couldn’t understand what he found so funny.
"You’re hurt," he stated coldly. "And now I know why you slept with your mates. Because you were hurt by me. You only picked them because of me."
That victorious smile on his lips knocked the world out from under my feet. I stumbled back, grunting, then clenched my fists and lunged at him again. This time, I shoved him.
"No, I didn’t! You’re fucking scum! I never felt anything for you, you asshole!" I hissed, pushing him again and again as tears burned my eyes.
I knew confronting him was a mistake. He’d twist it against me. That’s how much he’d broken my trust, I knew he’d do anything to destroy my peace.
But what he did next completely stunned me. He suddenly rushed at me, grabbing my arms and pulling me against him. It happened so fast I couldn’t fight back.
Before I knew it, he had dragged me close enough to look straight into his eyes. His grip was rough, his touch was so harsh.
He leaned toward my face and muttered, "If you’re not mine, you’ll never be theirs."
That was all he said before he grabbed the back of my hair and yanked my head back. He did it effortlessly, with brutal strength. My claws shot out, my nails digging into his chest as I let Mint take over to fight him off.
But the way he grabbed my wrist, pushed me to the ground, and came on top of me. I had never faced anything this strong before.
"What the fuck are you doing? Have you lost your mind?"
I fought to push him off me, trying my best to break free, but he pinned my hands above my head.
For a moment, I didn’t know whether to fight him with words or let Mint out, because Mint kept getting pushed further down. His aura had turned so dark.
Then, within seconds, he buried his face into my neck. Before I knew it, a sharp pain tore through my skin.
Realization hit me. He was marking me—by force.