Chapter 113
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"He punched me in the nose!"
"because he was trying to defend me!"
"you didn’t look like you needed defending."
"Yeah, right. You wouldn't give her space to breathe." William said, his chest rising and falling with what I knew was anger. His eyes had turned to the color of electricity, and I worried that if I did not handle the situation carefully I was going to have a full-blood bathe on my hands.
"You were trying to get me back, and he didn't like your methods. This doesn’t have to result in a fight. I won't have the both of you fighting because of me!" I shouted, still holding onto Paris's hands.
"you don't have to block my ears with your screams, you know," Paris said, looking at me with a pained expression, and I looked at him apologetically, before slowly and finally letting go,
"I just don't need the both of you fighting because of me. Please." I said and slowly stepped before the both of them,
"Your five minutes are up," William announced, as his eyes quietly went back to the color blue. But they were more like blue flames,
"And who the hell made you the judge of that?"
"Paris!" I scolded, and he said no more, "I think I've heard all that is on your mind. Goodbye, Paris." I said and turned to William who still looked righteously pissed,
"I haven't said all that is on my mind. But I'll say some. You've done more harm than good to Ember. It's only right that you leave her the hell alone from here on. Do that, or I'll make sure you're left with no choice." So saying, he took my hand and guided me out of the alley.
My heart broke a little as we walked by Paris, but I couldn't do anything aside from that. I knew better.
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The following week of my return back to work was uneventful. Jean wasn't always waiting at the end of the workday, but I had appreciated the days when he was. Since that moment with Paris at the alley, I think it was safe to say that I wasn't sure what I wanted when it came to romance and love. I felt something for Jean, but I wasn't completely over Paris, so I did my best to tread carefully.
But on this fateful day, at the end of my work day, while I made my way to my car, I was greeted by no other person but Her Majesty, Luna Lara, and heaven knew I wanted to simply turn around and take the bus. But I decided that cowardice wasn't the way forward.
So instead I stood angrily and waited for her to approach me.
"I see you've settled nicely into your job." she said, running her eyes over me, "but it still doesn't change the fact that you will never be anything more than a miserly omega."
"If the reason you came to block me at my workplace is to insult me, then be sure that I will not entertain you bull crap," I said and started walking past me, but she grabbed my hand, making me spill the coffee I held on to.
"Now you've done it." I said through gritted teeth, and fought the urge to spill the rest of the coffee over her silk white shirt, "What the hell do you want?"
"you will not take that tone with me!"
"And you will not come here, to the place I work, and grab me , spilling my coffee. You will simply not come here and try to intimidate me, thinking that it's okay."
"then stay the hell away from my family!"
"What?"
"you heard me. Stay away from my family, you're the reason my family is such a mess now. I swear we were much happier before you entered into the picture."
"Really? Then you shouldn't be having problems now, because as you can see, I have nothing to do with any of you. I'm staying in my own lane. Minding my business. I don't see how I'm your problem."
"Oh, but you are, indeed, a very big problem, indeed. "
"I'm afraid you've lost it. I'm done with you." I said and began turning away, but she held me again, and I felt my anger tipping over,
"but I'm not done with you. Now, listen you listen to me damn well-"
"no, you listen to me!" I said in my alpha one and was satisfied when she flinched, "There's no possible way I could be causing problems in your family because I'm not even a part of that family anymore. I haven't been for such a long time, and I don't plan on being a part of such a miserable way of living. So let this be the very last time you come to be with such insufferable bull crap because I won’t take it." I said and tugged my hand free from her hold.
"You think you are all that. You get one big girl job and you think you're more than a meaningless omega. You are nothing!"
"I'd rather be nothing than be a bully. What, did you think you could come here and bully me freely? I'll have you know I'm not the ember you tossed about like a rag."
"no. Think you've grown to be more wretched," she said and rose to strike me, but I caught it and pushed her away from me.
“You dare lay your hand on me?! Your filthy omega!” She barked and advanced toward me, but her was held from behind,
“Let me go!” She shouted as Jean spurn around,
“Jean.” I sighed in gratitude and looked up to look at me, before returning his attention to Lara
“Who the hell are you?!”
“You worst nightmare. And I'll have you know that that's my mate and no one lays their hand on my mate."
“Let me go!” She shouted again,
“I will. And when I do, you have ten seconds to get the hell out of here, otherwise you’re going to be sorry.”
So saying, he let her go and began to count,
“1, 2-“
“Pack of filth.”
“4” Jean said angrily, but she was turning away, like the coward she actually was.
Kate's pov
Every time I remembered that Christina was to an extent depending on me for her freedom, I found myself burdened with anxiety. This was because the only way she was going to be freed was if Paris deemed it fit. She believed I could have some say in his decision, but every time I remembered our last encounter, I knew that wasn't the case. I couldn't influence Paris's decisions any better than his mother could.
"But I bet that idiot ember can," I said to myself and felt even more worse than I had felt all day. I knew the only reason Paris treated me the way he did, the only reason why he was so desperate to reject me was for that devil. But I wasn't going to give him the chance. He was stuck with me for all time, After all, I was his true mate.
But every time I thought of Ember, I felt angry. And every time I thought of Paris, I felt desperate.
It was my desperation that had me picking up my phone to call him. And I called him again and again, even though he refused to answer the call,
"where the hell are you?" he wasn't home. He was barely home lately, and even when he was, he buried himself in work. Somehow, the man had become a shadow of himself, and I barely got to see him anymore. Even with my injury, he didn't even take the time out to be with me. It made me unhappy.
I decided that since he wouldn't pick up my calls, then It perhaps texting him would be more efficient,
"My legs hurt so bad." I texted, "I really need you close to me. When you're here, my pain is manageable." I added, "Please text me soon, I miss you." I added, hoping that he would respond soon.
He didn't reply immediately, but my phone beeped soon enough with his message and I opened up my phone in excitement, only to see a contact.
"Dr. Raymond. He's a renowned physiotherapist and can help with your leg therapy. Give him a call."
I stared at the text in confusion, which soon turned to sadness.
Why was he giving me a physiotherapist to call when all I wanted was obviously him?
"Paris, I don't want a physiotherapist. I only want you." I texted back immediately, "Paris, call me soon. I beg you. I need you so much."
Minutes later, I got a text back and opened it hopefully. But all hopes were crushed when I saw that it was actually a text from Jackson telling me that Paris was too busy and couldn't come to his phone. He also had the audacity to ask me to limit the messages I sent him because he was trying to respond to business-related messages at the time.
I was angry and promised myself that the moment I became Paris's legal luna, the bloke Jackson was going to learn the true meaning of suffering. It was a promise.
