Chapter 6
The wedding procession soon arrived at Xander’s pack.
During a brief break for makeup, I grabbed my phone. As soon as I turned it on, a flood of messages poured in.
All of them were from Thomse
phone?
“Ophelia, can you please answer the p
“Ophelia, I was wrong, please come back! Don’t marry
y someone else!”
begging you, come back! I can’t lose you…!
There were countless missed calls and messages. And to my surprise, Liora had also sent me a message.
But her message was filled with noth
nothing but provocation:
“Ophelia, today is the day Thome and I are getting married. He was afraid you’d cause trouble, so he deliberately kept you away.”
“If you have any self–respect, you should sever the mate bond with him and stop clinging to him.
“The one who isn’t loved is the real outsider, Ophelia. Do you honestly believe Thome stays with you out of love? Please. He stays out of pity.”
Her voice dropped to a venomous whisper: “Open your eyes–he fell out of love with you long ago. You’re worn out, dull, predictable. But with me? He feels alive. Excited Like he can finally breathe.”
A cruel smirk twisted her lips. “F
“Face it—you’re just a bitter, dried–up relic of his past. He told me himself–your touch makes his skin crawl,”
I looked at those taunting words and only felt she was way too childish.
It seemed like Liora and Thome’s so–called love wasn’t as solid as they made it seem. Otherwise, as the victorious party, she should be holding herself above me, not sending these provoking messages that would only disclose her insecurity.
This wasn’t the first time Liora had provoked me. The last time she did it so directly was when I brought lunch to Thome for the last time.
In his early days running the park, Thorne drank his stress away, which ended up ruining his stomach, so I tried to make healthy meals for him.
After Liora became his maid, she would cook for him under the pretense of saving time due to pack duties.
She never hid her actions from me. With sickening sweetness, she’d say, “You and the Alpha have been so kind to me. It’s only right I look after him- after all, a good maid tends to her master’s
every need.”
At first, it set my teeth on edge. There was something off about the way she inserted herself between us.
But Thome just shrugged it off. “Relax, she’s just trying to show gratitude,” he said, barely looking up from his paperwork. “What am I supposed to do, throw her food in her face? Yours is better anyway ”
He reached for my hand with that infuriating, easy smile. “Come on, don’t make this into something it’s n
not”
But his words didn’t comet me. I still felt uneasy.
Thome noticed my feelings, so le immediately called Llora into the office.
He wrapped his arm around my shoulder and said to Liora, “Liora, you don’t need to bring me meals anymore- put my meals covered”
just focus on your own work. Ophelia’s
Llora’s eyes instantly welled up with tears. She looked like a child who had done something wrong, trembling, on the verge of crying
She bowed deeply to me and apologized, “I’m sorry, Ophelia Ionly did it to thank Alpha. If I’ve made you uncomfortable, I apologize. Ophelia, I’m really sorry. You can punish me or whatever, but please don’t be mad at Alpha because of que ”
Her attitude made me own instinctively. I felt Incredibly uncomfortable.
I expressed my concerns to Thome, but he still argood that I was overreacting,
“Look, I’ve told Liora to stop bringing me lunch. Let’s not worry about it anymore. Cheer up, Ophelia ”
The words silenced any further arguments I had
Things returned to normal after that. Liora didn’t do anything else out of line, and I gradually let my guard down, thinking maybe I had overthought things
Factually started feeling guilty for misjudging her. In some twisted way, I convinced myself I’d been unfair. So I went out of my way to tell Thome,
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“Make sure Liora’s doing alright with the pack Go easy on her with work assignments.”
Everything might have continued like that – me playing the understanding mate, her playing the grateful mald – if I hadn’t fallen ill that winter. For two solid weeks, fever kept me bedridden, too weak to prepare Thome’s lunches.
That’s when the mask finally slipped.
