Helanie:
He had excused himself and left to go out and do something. I figured he wanted to drink, so I didn’t bother him. But now that I was alone in the room, I sat on the bed and checked my phone. Specifically, the academy group made by top seniors, juniors, and even Sydney.
I didn’t have an account under my name, so I didn’t get the entry to join, but that’s when I relied on Lamar. He started sending me a series of things.
Mainly about the videos being leaked of what happened today with Rayden. Just like I had expected, Alpha Byron was making that video for himself. Not really for himself. I didn’t expect this next part. He had uploaded those videos everywhere.
Some of the comments read:
Julia P: It’s about time. This jerk has harassed me on the road once. I guess he was driving with one of his friends. They were catcalling me and being rude to me.
Rylie: That’s Raynard, that explains his toxic alpha male mentality.
There were countless comments like that. I wasn’t surprised to see he was a serial offender, but the fact that none of the girls were ever listened to broke my heart for them. But then there were a few men commenting under the posts that made me shake my head in disappointment.
RockyPoineer: You see how the girls are coming out with their stories? Where were they before? It’s like they want attention.
Ken: Of course, the she-wolves that couldn’t have him are now having the moment of their lives.
Rubie: Huh! Girls are so dramatic. I’m so glad I’m not like them. I want to hear his side.
Reem: Hate feminism. They teach women to act so miserable. A guy says hello, and they’re offended and harassed. See how the two people in the video are consenting adults? Why is he being shamed for his kinks?
I was annoyed.
He wasn’t being shamed for his kinks. He was being shamed for having a mate, manipulating her, and then cheating on her.
I put my phone down as I knew our next step already. After a few minutes of doing nothing, I got up to reach the door to look for Emmet when he came back inside himself.
"Here," he was holding a sandwich and some drinks from the vending machine.
"I am sorry for freaking you out earlier. I should have known you would blame yourself for it," he was thankfully very polite and had calmed down now.
"Please, eat something." He didn’t look me in the eye while he placed the food down on the bed for me and reached for the chair.
I’m sure it will be a lot harder for him to sleep on the chair since he was much bigger and broader.
I looked around the dark room and was instantly made aware of the empty chair next to the window. The curtains had been pushed to the side earlier by Emmet, who kept looking outside the room to the window. freewebnøvel.coɱ
"Where did he go?" I was so worried for him.
I didn’t want to go back inside when he was outside in the storm. He was very anxious and nervous earlier, so it made me even more worried for him.
"Excuse me, have you seen the guy who came with me?" I asked the lady sitting behind the counter, smoking a cigarette.
She tilted her head and gave me a quick head-to-toe stare, examining every inch of me. "Nope!"
Her response was so cold and careless.
"Okay, thank you!" I didn’t know what else to say. I returned to my room as there was nothing else I could do. And for the rest of the time, till 3:30 a.m. in the morning, I had taken so many steps.
My soles were on fire, and my toes were hurting from the brisk walk. I was worried, so worried. And then my worry reached its height when I heard scratching from outside the door.
Even when I should have been worried and scared of what it was, my instinct was that it was Emmet.
I ran to answer the door, and as soon as I opened it, I came across a sight so terrifying that I froze for a minute.
He stood before me, but he wasn’t the Emmet that I know.
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