Calvin’s POV
For a moment, we just stared at each other, neither of us willing to back down. Her eyes were blazing, daring me to try it, but I could see the flicker of hesitation beneath her glare.
"Quite a bold threat, Alpha," she muttered, crossing her arms. "You wouldn’t dare."
I leaned in slightly, my voice low. "Try me."
Her nostrils flared. For a second, I thought she’d slap me or worse, walk away again. But instead, she huffed, rolled her eyes, and turned sharply on her heel. "Fine. Whatever. I’ll go."
I didn’t move until she brushed past me, the faint scent of jasmine and rain clinging to the air between us. My wolf purred with satisfaction. She walked ahead, muttering something under her breath about arrogant Alphas, and I followed behind, silent.
When we reached the car, she yanked the door open and slid into the passenger seat without looking at me. I got in a moment later, started the engine, and drove off. The silence was thick. Only the hum of the tires on the road filled the space between us.
After a few minutes, she finally spoke. "Why don’t we just reject each other?"
My hands tightened on the wheel, but I didn’t answer.
Her voice was low but sharp. "You don’t like me. I can tell. And I definitely don’t like you. So why keep pretending this thing doesn’t bother you?"
I stared straight ahead but didn’t say a word.
She let out a bitter laugh. "You hate that I exist. You hate that your wolf reacts to me. You hate that you are mated to me, an already girl."
My jaw flexed, but I said nothing.
"So, what’s the point?" she continued. "Why not just end it? Reject me, Calvin. Set yourself free."
I pressed harder on the accelerator, the engine roaring as I fought the emotions building in my chest.
"Say something," she snapped. "Anything."
Still, I said nothing.
She scoffed, shaking her head. "You’re impossible. One minute you act like I’m the problem, the next you show up and drag me out of a party like some jealous lover, and now you can’t even look at me. You know what? Maybe the Moon Goddess made a mistake. Because I refuse to believe I was meant to be tied to someone who treats me like this."
Her words cut deep, but I refused to show it.
We drove in silence after that, heavy, angry, suffocating silence, until the familiar gates of the packhouse came into view.
The moment I parked, Nora unbuckled her seatbelt, flung the door open, and stormed out without another word. I sat there gripping the steering wheel, my gaze fixed on her retreating figure.
My wolf’s voice rumbled low in my head. "You could’ve said something. Anything."
"I couldn’t," I muttered. "Not without making things worse."
I sighed and got out of the car, making my way straight to my room. I paced my room for what felt like hours, but the anger wouldn’t fade. Not at her. At myself. At the way her words echoed in my head.
"Reject me, Calvin. Set yourself free."
She had no idea how badly I wanted to—not because I didn’t want her, but because I did. Too much.
My wolf wouldn’t stop pacing either. "You should’ve told her. You should’ve said the truth."
"No," I muttered, dragging a hand through my hair. "She doesn’t need to know."
But even as I said it, I could still see her face—the hurt in her eyes, the anger, the disbelief.
I tried to lie down, tried to sleep, but the silence was unbearable. Every sound in the house seemed louder. Every second without her scent burned.
Finally, I snapped.
I stormed out of my room and down the hall. My footsteps were heavy, my pulse wild. By the time I reached her door, my chest felt like it was about to split open.
I didn’t knock softly. I banged.
A few seconds later, the door flew open, and there she was, standing there in her nightgown, hair loose, eyes tired and furious all at once.
"What now?" she snapped. "Did I break another one of your stupid Alpha rules?"
Her tone was sharp, but her voice trembled slightly. That small crack undid me.
"I’m not here to argue," I said through gritted teeth.

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