“I, Anastasia Stephens, am now breaking up with you and severing our bond, Alpha Jonathan of the Dusk Rose Pack.” I lifted my chin and didn’t let my voice waver, “I hereby reject your love and affection from now on.”
Alpha Jonathan clutched his chest, speechless—
Emilia rushed beside him, whispering comforting words and stroking his hair.
I took one look at their hateful faces and then left without a word.
I didn’t let myself fall as I strode away. I clutched my chest as I turned around, the pain of the breakup and rejection clawed its way past my heart and into the core of my soul.
My tears fell on their own accord, and I didn’t stop even when I called for a taxi.
I can still hear Jonathan’s words earlier even when the taxi was already moving. “Don't mind her, she's just being fucking dramatic.”
Was I though? Was it dramatic for calling out your boyfriend and his bestfriend-feeling-girlfriend that they’re acting more of a couple than the Alpha and I ever was?
Even with the breakup, the pack party continued lively. The dancing and music have become even more vivacious since my departure.