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"The scars of your love remind me of us,

They keep me thinking that we almost had it all,

The scars of your love, they leave me breathless,

I can't help feeling,

We could have had it all,

Rolling in the deep."

I cleared my throat. "I'll say it but at one condition."

He gave me a perplexed look and I took it as a cue to continue.

"You have to tell me who started these rumors. I know you know who it is."

My eyes looked at him questioningly as I watched his entire expression fall.

I gave him an expectant look but he looked away. "W-Which rumor are you talking about?"

I pursed my lips and gave him a blank stare. "You know which rumor I am talking about."

He shook his head and I sighed.

"The rumor that says that you and I slept together last night." I told him in a slow voice. The kind of voice you use to explain something to a kindergarten student.

His jaw clenched and narrowed his eyes at me. "What's wrong in that rumor anyways?"

My eyes widened and I gasped. Shocked he could say that.

"What do you mean by 'what is wrong in that rumor'. There's EVERYTHING wrong in that rumor!" I said, angry now.

He crossed his arms across his chest and replied coolly,"Oh yeah? I don't see anything wrong in people thinking that I am in an intimate relationship with my mate."

Okay, what the actual hell? Why on Earth is he defending that goddamn rumor. And the person who spread it?

"I don't know," I said sarcastically, "Maybe the fact that they don't know that I am your mate."

He shrugged as if it was nothing. "It doesn't matter."

"IT DOES!" I shouted in angry. My heart thudding away at how livid I was. How could he just say that it doesn't matter and brush away it so easily.

"It does matter to me!" I said. "That fact that those people out that think that I am some sort of slut. Who begged her way to your bed matters to me!"

His eyes widened. "They think that?" He asked, looking genuinely shocked.

I want to fucking slap him rightnow.

"Yes they do." I replied, trying to stay calm- but I was failing. "Let's not argue about this. There's no use arguing over something that can't be reversed."

"You have 2 options now." I raised two fingers. He gave me a questioning look and I continued.

"Either you go and tell them that I am your mate..."

He averted his glance from me and shook his head. "I.. I can't do that.." he said.

There goes a pang in my heart. I clenched my jaw to prevent the tears from forming in my eyes. He didn't want anyone to know that we are mates...

He doesn't want to shout out to the world that I am his and he is mine, like I do.

Mom and dad- when I was a kid- told me that when a male wolf finds his mate- his first instinct is to never let her away from her eyesight. Then, his second instinct is to mark his mate so that the world knows that she is his' and no one can touch her.

But Chance? Chance wasn't like that. He didn't even want to let anyone know. Let alone mark me.

A familiar pain erupted in my chest right where my heart was and I wanted to clench it and cry out in frustration.

It was like being rejected all over again.

Oh wait. He didn't even accept me in the first place. Did he? I am only a toy he can play with whenever he wants.

I took in a shaky breath. Trying to not let him know how hurt I was.

"Good." I exhaled. "We just have one option now. You tell me who is behind all of this."

He still didn't look at me. "Oli, I think you don't need to waste your time on this. This doesn't matter-"

"What on Earth are defending this! Why are-" I cut myself off. I cut myself off because I had figured out everything.

I had figured out who started this. I knew.

"Chance..." I whispered, hurt. "Did you?"

His eyes turned guilty and he looked at me with an apologetic expression. "I...I am sorry Olivia...but I can explain... I..."

He tried to touch my face but I slapped him handed away, angrily.

"DON'T." I growled, "DON'T TOUCH ME WITH THOSE FILTHY HANDS OF YOURS."

I tried to calm my breathe but my chest moved up and down in rage as I growled at him again.

"I feel so stupid now. I feel so stupid for thinking we could actually work! I can't believe my mate is the reason the whole thinks I am a slut that sleeps around. I can't believe me mate is not ready to tell anyone about us. I can't believe you have the audacity to say that it doesn't matter and you just want to brush it off. I can't believe you always accuse me of flirting with my best friend when you yourself are a goddamn playboy! I can't believe how selfish you are! And most importantly, I can't believe you are the person I am destined with. I hate you so much."

I push his chest and I stormed away, not sparing another glance in his direction.

I snatched my bag from the desk and left in long strides with him calling out my name from behind.

I didn't turn around.

How could you, Chance?

"I am home!" I announced as I entered my house and I threw my bag across the hall. Getting out of my shoes, I stormed up to my room and slammed the door behind me.

No one replied and I understood mom and dad are out. My dad is the pack doctor and my mom has a degree in psychology. She isn't working/practicing at the moment but she used to have a job before.

For some reason though, she left a few years ago. I don't know what happened...

I shook my head to get clear of the useless thoughts and laid on my bed.

I buried my face in my pillow and let out a cry of frustration. I screamed for a good while, letting out all of my angry, hurt and betrayal in that pillow.

It muffled my voice but the tears that flew down my face got deposited on it, making it wet.

I sniffed, turning my head to the side and I stared at the wall in front of me.

I thought about a lot of things. About how my life has suddenly taken a 180° turn, about how I always manage to screw things up and I wondered if I had overreacted today.

Had I overreacted?

I turned to look at the ceiling and sighed. I don't think I overreacted. I think he deserved it. It was all too good to be true anyways.

Sighing, I got out of the bed and decided to take a shower. Maybe that will help me calm my nerves.

I decided to take a bath in my tub instead. I filled it up with water and used my favorite green apple frangrance bath bomb. When I was a kid, mom used to give me bath in a tub. A nostalgic smile took over my expressions at the memories.

Childhood is the best. Most beautiful, tension free and blissfully oblivious time of life.

When we are kids, we wish we grow up. When we grow up, we realize it wasn't worth it.

After lying in the bath tub for about 45 minutes, my toes and fingers began to prune, so I got out. Wrapping a towel around me, I blow dried my hair and dressed in a purple night suit.

Closing the door of my walk-in-closet behind me, I walked to my bed, hoping to get some sleep.

But my bed wasn't empty. There was someone waiting on it.