Tossed Between Her Defiant Mates By Alexis Dee
Chapter 97 The Broken Mate (Genevieve Swan)
I stood there, my gaze fixed on their faces.
“It wasn’t a date,” I declared, my tone sounding offended when I should have aimed for convincing.
“Why on earth did you even go out with him?” Bellamy’s voice escalated, but a gentle tap from Emre prompted him to back down.
“I don’t understand. Why is everyone acting like I’ve been caught cheating when our relationship is just a casual thing?” I argued, determined not to let them perceive me as someone who disrespects relationships.
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“Then why the hell did you make things so complicated for me?” Emre’s frown deepened as he responded, “You’re a hypocrite, Genevieve.”
His comment left me stunned, but before I could respond, Caspian let out a scornful scoff. “If it weren’t for Kit, we would have never found out that you two went on a date,” Bellamy’s explanation clarified why they were waiting on the front porch. It suddenly made sense – Kit had become so furious that she had reached out to them and fabricated a story.
“Huh! Then you should have waited to hear my side of the story before jumping to conclusions,” I argued, taking note of the expressions on their faces. They appeared hurt and let down, as if they had caught me in an egregious act.
What struck me even more was the sight of Wolvin standing behind them, his head slightly tilted and his gaze fixed on my face. He scarcely seemed to blink.
“Then enlighten us now. Why did you go to meet someone you were so furious with, especially when we had brought him home?” Bellamy persisted in questioning me.
“Because Caspian refused to disclose the content of the texts he sent to Ron and Kit, I felt compelled to investigate on my own,” I explained, watching their expressions closely. It seemed they were starting to grasp that I was telling the truth.
“Really?” Caspian was the only one who didn’t seem entirely convinced.
“What? You’re the reason I sought Ron’s help in the first place,” I shouted. “Then you should have checked your phone first,” Caspian exploded suddenly, causing me to step back in surprise.
“I had messaged you hours ago, asking you to meet me in the woods where I wanted to explain everything personally,” he added, his eyes looking moist.
“Why does nobody ever take me seriously?” he continued to shout, pacing slowly and haltingly around. In that moment, I managed to fully notice his eyes.
They were swollen and red. Had he been crying?
“Because you keep things hidden,” Emre shrugged.
“So, what was the conversation all about?” Bellamy sidestepped Caspian’s visibly agitated demeanor and directed the question at me. Now, I was growing more aware of Caspian’s body language, and it definitely didn’t seem normal. He was stealing glances at the others constantly and appeared upset when they avoided his gaze.
“Yeah, tell them. Lay out all the nasty things I’ve ever done. Let’s revel in my misery, shall we?” his voice cracked suddenly, and instead of allowing his tears to fall freely, he used his forearm to wipe his eyes.
“What’s wrong with you? Why are you crying like a little bitch?” Bellamy rolled his eyes, while Emre emitted a sarcastic chuckle. Wolvin remained silent, observing the unfolding scene. “Guys, enough!” I had to intervene.
Despite my own frustration with Caspian, his distress seemed too genuine for me to ignore.
“No, I’m not f*ucking crying. I’m not a little bitch,” Caspian disregarded everyone else, fixating on Bellamy’s remark. He turned towards him with intense force, his gaze shooting daggers to express his displeasure at Bellamy’s words.
“Look at you, acting all–” Bellamy grunted as he also straightened his posture, provoking Caspian, until I stepped in between them.
“That’s enough,” I yelled, placing my hands on their chests and gently pushing them apart.
“You three, go back inside. I need to talk to Caspian,” I signaled to the others, and Wolvin was the first, as always, to comply. He didn’t ask further questions and simply walked back into the house.
However, Bellamy and Emre didn’t seem pleased at all.
“Why? We want to know what he did,” Emre persisted, arguing and not taking Caspian’s emotional state seriously. “All you need to know is that Caspian made a mistake. He was just standing up for me,” I nodded at them to convey that I wouldn’t be sharing more details.
Then, I turned around and took Caspian’s hand, leading him along with me into the woods. He didn’t appear overly resistant, yet I could sense the tension in his muscles, the telltale signs of his emotional turmoil.
Once we had ventured deep into the woods, I came to a stop and faced him. He was putting in every effort to prevent a single tear from escaping.
I wasn’t sure why he was battling his emotions so fiercely.
“I’m alright,” he averted his gaze from me, looking off to the side as he mumbled quietly.
“I never realized being an alpha could be this exhausting,” my remark caused him to turn his head towards me. “You can’t even pretend or conceal your feelings.”
As I gazed into his eyes, I saw a weak smile form on his l*ips before a large tear trickled down his cheek.
“I’m not a little baby,” he uttered, his voice breaking, “I’m not.”
His body trembled, and I instinctively moved closer, enveloping him in my embrace. The moment he was in my arms, he started to cry against my chest.
The cries of an alpha were a poignant sound to listen to. It was as if a dam had broken, releasing pent-up emotions that had been contained for too long. “Hey, it’s alright to cry,” I reassured him, my hand gently moving up and down his back. I didn’t want him to feel judged or blamed for the situation.
His reaction wasn’t about avoiding confrontation; his pain felt truly sincere.
“I never want to lose you. I’m exhausted from losing people, Genevieve,” he sobbed even h*arder, embracing me tightly as if he were afraid to let go.