Derek just shrugged his shoulders, as if my pain was a joke. “You’re overreacting, Lila. I’ll be back later. I’m still your mate, remember?” He didn’t take me seriously at all.
“Not anymore!” I shot back, but he didn’t seem to care.
He just turned and walked out, leaving me standing there, alone and fuming. I felt like I was living in a nightmare. I sank onto the couch, feeling the weight of everything crash down on me.
The silence of the house was deafening, and I tried to push away the thoughts of Derek and Cassie. I couldn’t let myself think about it. I forced my eyes shut and tried to sleep, but it was restless. I tossed and turned, my mind racing with anger and hurt. Eventually, I drifted off, hoping that when I woke up, everything would somehow be better.
I jolted awake in the middle of the night, startled by a sound that pulled me from sleep. It took me a moment to register what it was—a soft moaning, unmistakably familiar. My stomach twisted as I realized who it was.