Chapter 138
138 Slaps, Scapegoats, and Schemes
Aubrey’s POV
The moment Alpha Henry saw me, he turned his head away, lips pressed into a tight line.
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I couldn’t help but laugh–coldly. Since when did an alpha fear an omega? If this wasn’t guilt, then what
was?
Mariana, on the other hand, jumped at the sight of me. But in less than three seconds, she composed herself like nothing had happened. She rushed over with wide, worried eyes, playing her usual role.
“Aubrey, are you okay? You’re soaked! You’re not like us– you don’t have a werewolf’s body. You’ll get sick!”
She reached out like she used to, trying to touch my arm. Without thinking, I flicked her hand away. I didn’t even use much force, but she collapsed to the ground like a paper doll, eyes wide with fake shock.
“Aubrey! Why did you push me?!”
Push her? What a pathetic act.
I didn’t answer. I’d seen this drama from her too many times before. I had no interest in playing along
anymore.
“Get out,” I said flatly.
Mariana’s eyes widened, stunned I’d actually speak to her like that. Her next line caught in her throat, her face flushing red with humiliation.
Just then, Alpha Henry turned his head, frowning as his eyes swept slowly across my face. For a second. I thought he was memorizing every detail–like he was burning me into his memory.
But then his voice came, cold and detached.
“Aubrey, how can you speak to Mariana that way? Apologize to her.”
So it really was just a fantasy.
Before I could even reply, Mariana was back on script. She looked nervously at Henry and said, “Alpha, don’t blame Aubrey. She’s just misunderstood the situation between us. We’ve been spending so much time together…”
She turned to me again, her voice soft and falsely sincere. “Aubrey, you’ve really got it wrong. Nothing happened between me and the alpha…”
“You’re my best friend. I know I shouldn’t like him, but I couldn’t help it! It was me–I asked to stay by his side! If you’re angry, blame me. Don’t blame Alpha. It’s all my fault!”
The way she painted herself as the heartbroken martyr–the pure, selfless friend–made my stomach turn.
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“Mariana, how do you do it?”
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I glanced at Henry, my voice steady, confused.
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“How do you say you’re my best friend… while falling for my fiancé? And then expect me to forgive you for ‘not being able to help it? You want to play the saint and the whore at the same time?”
Silence slammed into the room like a thunderclap.
Mariana stared at me, unable to believe I would say something like that out loud–especially in front of Henry.
I laughed softly, eyes like shards of glass.
“And let’s not forget. You love this man so much that you drugged him, shoved him into my bed, and made him sleep with me. Tell me, Mariana–were you that confident? That a man who touched me… could ever get away?”
Every word landed like a blade.
Mariana was stunned into silence. So was Henry.
“Drug me? I didn’t–Aubrey–what are you talking about?!”
I didn’t care to hear any more of her babbling. I was done listening.
I stepped toward Henry, one deliberate step at a time, until I stood right at the edge of his bed.
Then I lifted his chin with my fingers and locked eyes with him.
“You touched me. That makes you mine. Alpha Henry… tell me–can you run from that?”
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