10. Could you please turn around


    Lauren


    My phone rings for the hundredth time. It was Darren calling me and it was starting to piss me off. Can’t


    he get the fucking memo that I didn’t want to talk to him.


    I sigh. Then hang up. He has been calling regrly. Since that day Sebastian kidnapped me. He kept


    calling even when I tantly refused to pick up.


    “Who keeps on calling you?” ire asks curiously.


    It was a day after Mason’s sessful surgery. We were all happy when we received the news. When


    the doctors said the tumor had been removed sessfully. That Mason was going to be okay and we


    could take him home in two weeks.


    I had invited ire out for ate lunch. Now that Mason was out of danger. I felt that she needed a


    break. Some time to breathe and rx. Which she hasn’t been able to do since Mase was diagnosed.


    “It’s just Darren…the idiot doesn’t want to take a fucking hint” I reply in irritation.


    Every time I think of him, I get mad. I get so angry that I want to break something. Specifically his nose.


    It’s because of him that I was in this shit. If only he’d loved me. If only he had thought with his head


    instead of his dick.


    Beneath my anger and bitterness. There’s pain. The same pain that still has a fist around my heart.


    Even after a year of not seeing him. The pain is still there. Still ripping me apart, piece by piece. I


    fucking hate that I haven’t healed. Hate that he still has this much power over me.


    “Maybe he wants to talk to you about Krystal” She suggests.


    I look at her in disbelief. Wondering why she would even suggest that. They both hated me. Krystal had


    even said that I was no longer her mother.


    My face must have registered my doubt because she added quickly. “Krystal hasn’t been herself the


    past few months. She tries to hide it, but I’m a mother so I notice. I honestly think she needs you. She


    needs her mom”


    Worry starts building in my core. I push it down because there’s just no way Krystal needed me. Like I


    said, she hated me and she had Darren.


    Besides, how can I be of help to her? I wasn’t in a good ce right now. I’m afraid that she’ll see who


    I’ve be and she will end up hating me more. Or worse, I lose control and hurt her.


    I honestly doubt her opinion of me has changed. My n to try and fix things with her once I was mated


    to Sebastian included forcing things. Pushing to be in her life. To be involved as her biological mother.


    That n has to wait though. Till I’m sure she’s not in danger with me in her life.


    “Maybe you’re right and maybe you’re not. Either way I can’t be a mother to her right now. I’m in a dark


    ce ir so I doubt I can be of help. If anything I will just make things worse” I whisper.


    Averting my eyes so she doesn’t see the battle inside me. A battle of good versus bad. Light versus


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    darkness.


    “What are you hiding from me Renny? Don’t think I haven’t noticed”


    I want to tell her so bad. I want to be honest. To seekfort from her. To have her tell me that


    everything will be okay, but I can’t tell her. She’s already dealing with so much. Thest thing she


    needs is knowing how truly broken I am.


    I’m about to lie to her when my phone rings. I rush to pick it up. Without so much as looking at the Id.


    Just so I can avoid this conversation.


    “Hello?”


    “Get ready this evening. I’ll being to pick you up for dinner” Sebastian’s deep voicees


    through.


    I immediately get irritated at him. What’s with this man and ordering me around? Like I’m his omega


    bitch. I want to tell him exactly where he can shove his dinner ns but I notice ire looking at me.


    After I got in the car with Sebastian, we drove in silence. He seemed lost in thought and still a little


    pissed. It took almost forty five minutes to get to my cottage where he dropped me off and without


    saying anything else. Drove off.


    The next day. One of his men arrived at my cottage with my car, phone and handbag. He also didn’t


    say much. Just dropped off my things and then went on his merry way. I haven’t heard from Sebastian


    since that day. That was three days ago.


    “What time?” I ask, sweetly, when all I want is to strangle him.


    “I’ll be by your cottage at seven. Make sure you’re ready by then. Don’t make me wait” he answers


    before hanging up the phone.


    Bastard. I think to myself. Why does he have to be so arrogant and so bossy? I’m sure his dick won’t


    fall off if he asked politely.


    I check my watch and frown. I realize it’s already five o’clock. That only gives me two hours to get


    home and get ready.


    “Is everything okay?” ire asks. Probably seeing my frowning face.


    “Yeah. I just need to get going. Is it okay if we postponed this date? I know we need to catch up and we


    will but I have to go”


    ire looks at me before finally nodding. I don’t give her any more details. I don''t even know how to


    begin telling her that I was going to dinner with Sebastian. She would freak out knowing it’s Miranda’s


    ex.


    I give her a tight hug, after reassuring her that I’ll call her. I then leave for my cottage quickly. You would


    honestly think that hellhounds were after me.


    By the time I got home I had made up my mind not to go for dinner. I couldn’t allow Sebastian to


    continue pushing me around. Commanding me as if I was one of his subordinates.


    "Do you think that’s a good idea? Going against him?" Blue asks.


    This was one of the rare days that she wasn’t restless. Where she wasn’t exhausted from pushing the


    darkness away.


    “Maybe not, but we can’t continue to let him boss us around. How will he ever respect us or view us as


    an equal if we just do his every whim?”


    "I really think it’s a bad idea. Remember what he didst time"


    I do remember. I was there after all. Still, I feel that standing our ground is our best option. Our


    arrangement won’t work if he keeps treating us like omegas.


    ‘Your funeral’ Blue murmurs before going back to sleep.


    I take the opportunity to soak in the tub. To just rx with a ss of wine. Time to quiet the thoughts


    running inside my mind. I was so at peace which was rare that I started dozing without even realizing.


    I’m startled awake, when I feel a presence inside the room. My eyes finally focus on a very pissed off


    Sebastian standing in the door way. He looked ready tomits murder. Shiver runs through me both


    from Sebastian’s cold stare and the now cold water.


    “I fucking told you to be ready and instead of that I find you sleeping in a bathtub after knocking on your


    fucking door for nearly fifteen minutes” he growls, his fist clenched and eyes glowing.


    I just stare at him. Maybe Blue had been right after all. My defiance was a very terrible idea. Toote


    though, because I have a feeling he wanted to wring my neck.


    “Could you please turn around?” I ask politely once I realize that the bubbles were all gone and he


    could probably see my naked body.


    Not that he would even give me a second nce or even desire me. As a werewolves, we aren’t shy


    about our nudity, but for some reason I didn’t want him seeing me naked. It was just too intimate.


    “Ten minutes Red. If you’re not dressed and out by then I swear I’lle back and fucking dress you


    myself” he clipped before walking out and mming the door.


    Shit! The look on his face told me he wasn’t joking.


    It wasn’t an empty threat.