“Do I still need to say why I’m leaving?”
Logan’s eyes were red with tears as he cried out in disbelief, “Why did I do that? We promised the Moon Goddess that we would only love each other!”
I tried to sound as calm as I could, but the slight tremor in my voice showed how upset I was. “I would like an answer, too. Sadly, the goddess did not hear my prayers.”
The Moon Goddess had never really accepted me as a person.
I had never seen or heard of the pack’s rituals or traditions before.
No matter how much I loved Logan, I had always been an outsider.
He looked at me with pain in his heart when he was 17. After that, he tried to rub his furry head against my face.
Logan had beautiful golden curls on his head. The sunlight in the afternoon made them shine.
I turned my head to the side, making it look cold. “You don’t have to make it up to me. You didn’t betray me.”
Logan, who was 17 at the time, had nothing to do with his 27-year-old self who broke our promise.
He cried and complained as a child. His sapphire blue eyes were full of tears.
“How did this happen, Skylar?”
Logan sounded like he was crying, lost, and helpless. He didn’t get why he stopped loving me when he was 27, just like I didn’t get why my werewolf partner, who was known for being loyal, betrayed me.
“Don’t cry. I will keep my promise from before we left the castle.”
“Logan will have three chances from now on. I will have to leave if he picks another woman three more times.
I’d leave Logan for good, and he wouldn’t be able to find me again.
When I took a deep breath and opened the door to the pub, everyone gave me strange looks.
Logan let go of Peyton’s hand. He jumped up from his seat and took my hand instead.
“Why are you here?””
He tried to brush the hair off my forehead with the same hand he had touched Peyton with.
I flinched, and his hand stopped in the air. It was a little embarrassing.
Logan’s friends quickly spoke up for him.
“Skylar, you made it! Logan just told us that you would definitely come looking for him.
“Yes. Hey! He cut your favourite cheese for you. He loves you so much.”
“Yes. He doesn’t love anyone but you.
People always talked about what they didn’t have.
At 17, Logan knew that actions spoke louder than words. But at 27, he seemed to have forgotten this.
I looked at Peyton next to him with a smile that said I was sorry.
Her hair was a beautiful shade of red that went perfectly with her passionate, open, and fiery personality—the same traits that had drawn Logan to her.
Peyton had the best body of all of Logan’s werewolf girlfriends. Female werewolves seemed to have great bodies. My human body wasn’t attractive enough for Logan.
When Peyton looked me in the eye, she pointed out where Logan had marked her. It looked like a new rose blooming after the rain.
Peyton got up and came over to me, bringing a special rum drink with grass in it for the pack.
“I guess you’re Logan’s lovely wife, right? Hey, I’m Peyton Whittaker. Want to have a drink to celebrate our first meeting?”She held up the glass of rum and looked at him in a way that made him want to do something.
This was our first meeting, but I had seen lipstick stains on Logan’s clothes that weren’t mine and strands of red hair that he had hidden in his pockets on purpose before.
I didn’t take the drink. I smiled and said, “Ms. You have a great body, Whittaker. A lot of male werewolves are probably after you.
She laughed loudly and then pulled the strap of her top off her shoulder to show half of her b****t.
“Thank you for the nice words, Ms. Allen. Your is also pretty good.
She shrugged at me and then pushed her big breasts against Logan’s arm.
“Why don’t you drink with me since we both like each other?””
I turned to Logan and asked, “What do you think?””
He gave me a worried look.
“Logan, I just want to be friends with Ms. Allen. That’s it. I added some mineral water to the drink to make it less strong. Peyton told him that it wouldn’t hurt her in any way.
