Twisted Obsession

He hesitated, running a hand through his hair. "This is for my h

augh escaping my lips. "What a

frustration. He let out a heavy sigh. "Look, Layla, I can't be with the outcast. The daugh

suffocating. I struggled to process his words, my mind reel

arp and icy. Rejection. It was cle

throat making it hard to swallow. Tears welled up, blurring my vision. I b

through the anger – a raw ache of betrayal. He was supp

ownhill," he declared, staring over my should

al rej

like weeny bits of dus

stockpiling those words,

punch straight to my gut. Nobody wants the laughingstock of Sy, the fa

see how much this hurt. Giving him tha

balancing on a rope over a bottomless pit. "Good riddance, th

YOU PATHE

t break you. Holding back tears might be

handled it. Except... ex

sor

idden words. A sob tore through me, tears

ng look of pity replacing the

e, a thousand

aky. "Don't you dare look at me like that! Like I'm some fragile doll you accidentally broke." My brea

t I would not let him see me crumble. I didn't want to; I won't give him the satisfac

ret." The threat hung heavy in the air, it was a

r of the old affection I clung so desperately on. But it was gone

on

rushing down my cheeks. "Damn it. Damn it all!" I sank t

life with. He was supposed to be forever. We were supposed to

tupid, vulnerable part of me, I

w pathetic I was. "I can be such a liar sometimes." Because I still love him. Saying I didn't love him anymore wo

ne, this lost. But here I was, adrift in a sea of what-ifs and maybes

ed up, a familiar v

look who's crying

perfectly styled blonde hair and manicured nails that seemed to mock my tear-streaked fa

eeded right now wa

nd doesn't want her anymore?" she cooed, her voice dripped with fake sweetness, like syrup on a r

t a loser!" I yelled, the wo

scaping her lips. "The pack's gossip? The outcast?" She mimicked

't mean it," I lied, my voice barely above a whisp

ick kind of joy. "Maybe not," she said, her voice

pulled out my claws and lunged for her, hoping to make

racised ease, her smirk never leaving her lips. "Looks l

med down my face. "Why are you doing this?" I rasped. "Why do you

e finally spoke, "everyone knows half-shifters are..." she trai

d, my voice bitter. "B

ked through her lips. "It's just... frustrating for your mate

ng to consume me. "I can't control what I am! I train like crazy,

reje

connection it could never fully have. Three times the pack

. "Tired of the whispers, the stares, the feeling like I'm a

, thick and suffocating. Eve

ainst the wa

ething worse – disappointment. It stung worse than her usual insults. The excitemen

"Is that all you got? A pathetic cry and a sob story? I f

puttered out. Here I was, exposed and vulnerable, and all she felt was

I rasped, my voice barely a whisper. I

erence. "Maybe a little fire. Maybe some of that wild spirit ever

ered hope. She was right. There was no fight left, no spirit to claw b

disgusted look, Chloe turned and walked out, slamming the door so hard it echoed through the empty room. Tears we

escape I will ever have. The exhaustion that had settled earlier deepened, turning into a cold,

tstand and pul