Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee

422-He Said, He Will Return”

“So you f**king played me.” I bobbed my head, laughing hysterically.

“Enya! It’s not like that,” Maynard said quietly, even though he knew he’d been caught. There was no reason for

him to lie to me anymore, yet he went so far as to lie in front of Christina.

“Don’t f**king lie to my face now. You knew my life was already hard. I had been suffering, and you came over to

stroke your ego.” I yelled, feeling my heart pulsating hard.

“I di—dn’t mean to,” He uttered, lowering his head in guilt, but that wouldn’t do anything for me.

“And you! You knew I didn’t try to steal him from you. You entered my pack and said all the right things to fool me.

You knew right when you looked into my empty eyes that I needed a friend, so you offered me your hand just to

grab me and drag me through mud,” I shouted, tears falling down my eyes and blurring my vision.

“Oh, cut the c*ap! That’s so typical of you, Enya. The typical victim complex! You two kissed that night. I was

running around doing everything to prove my loyalty to you guys while you were tongue-kissing behind my back. If

anything, you owe me an apology,” she yelled, shaking in anger when remembering the video that I had forgotten

about long ago.

“That night was a mistake. He kissed me, but I pulled away from him. I told him I was not going to do this to you or

Lazlo.” I said it in coherent words: “Ask him! He will tell you the truth.” I walked up to Maynard and slapped him on

his chest, breaking down before him.

“I told her many times that I wanted to pursue you,” Maynard finally spoke up, but it didn’t matter anymore.

“You didn’t say that in front of Lazlo, though,” I scoffed. “You two played me well,” I said, shaking and sobbing in

front of my biggest enemies.

“You are not innocent, Enya. You and your mother are the* worst, like a virus,” Christina muttered.

“So stop acting like you are this sad victim here,” she said, refusing to believe me.

“I’m not a victim, and neither do I claim to. But what a friend you are. You all f**king played me,” I repeated myself,

but she looked pretty adamant and confident about her actions. There was no regret on her face when she rolled

her eyes at me.

It was then that Lazlo walked into the room with a tired look on his face.

“Your parents keep calling me and asking me to bring you for dinner,” he said, having his phone in his hands when

he informed me of the invitation from my so-called family. I have asked him many times not to refer to them as my

parents, but now I am beginning to think he did it on purpose to pi*s me off.’

“Tell them we are not coming,” I uttered, defeatedly. Raising my voice in front of a group of people that hated me

was awkward.

“We are going.” Lazlo’s declaration made me look his way.

“I am not getting into trouble because of you anymore. If we don’t go, they will tell everyone that I am stopping

them from meeting you,” he yelled even louder when our eyes connected.

“I will tell the world or whoever questions you that I didn’t want to meet them.” I said, helping him out of this

situation, but he shook his head at me.

“No! I don’t even want that kind of attention. Just silently attend the dinner and be over with it,” he muttered, and a

scoff from Christina’s lips compelled me to clench my jaw.

I felt strange among these people. It was as if those years at the academy had never happened. I don’t know how I

never caught on to their personalities, but it was indeed true. When you lose your powers, you can see the true

colour of your friends.

Since Lazlo was the alpha of the pack and I couldn’t deny him, I closed my eyes tightly and nodded.

“Tonight!” he said. “We are going for dinner tonight,” he then added, and I reluctantly walked out of the room to get

ready.

So much happened in the past few hours that my brain failed to process every little thing properly.

All I could focus on was trying to somehow get rid of this headache. I sat on the bed, massaging my temples, when

Lazlo walked out of the bathroom.

“Get ready; we don’t have time,” he said in a dry tone.

“My head hurts. Can’t we delay this dinner?” I requested.

“So that you can sleep with Maynard at home? No! get ready.

don’t be a brat,” his comment made me raise my face and glare at him as he styled his hair.

“Don’t accuse me of something you suggested we should do,” I commented, grabbing the black dress and walking

in the direction of the bathroom.

“Huh! I didn’t suggest you sleep with my friend or your friend’ s mate,” he commented with a scoff, but I didn’t plan

to stay there and argue with him.

Once in the bathroom, I wrapped my fingers around the sink and cried silently.

“I need to get away from all these people,” I whispered in tears. “Escape is the only way to leave these a**holes

behind,” I muttered.

“With or without a wolf, I will manage to survive in the wild,” I whimpered as I sobbed, biting my bottom lip and

making sure I didn’t make a noise.

So there was the plan.

“I am going to leave this place and this country. I will find a way to start over, but alone. I don’t want to surround

myself with these people who betrayed me, wrecked me, and left me broken. I am going to find a way to run away

from here and from my mates,” I said, taking in heavy breaths and preparing my next move.

Once this dinner ends, I can try to look for a way to cross the border and leave the country.

I cried a little and then took a shower to get ready for this

cursed dinner. The moment I finished showering and grabbed the dress, I noticed something falling off.

It was Thiago’s letter. I never read the letter he wrote for me because I lacked the courage to do so.

While holding the piece of paper, I felt like I needed this more than anything. So I finally decided to read it for my

m*ntal peace.

“My dear Enya!” I smiled, “I know you must be angry with me for running away, but trust me, it hurt me as much as

it is hurting you. I have to let my Lycan take over for you. He is much more powerful; he can do things that a human

or a regular wolf cannot. I am worried about your safety. I don’t want you to sacrifice yourself for me because your

mother did something. Nothing is your fault. And don’t think I don’t know how messy Lazlo is. I realized I could not

trust anyone with you after I saw how easily others were able to manipulate him and Maynard against you. So, my

love! No matter what happens to me in a few days, I assure you that your Thiago will return. I have to. I cannot

leave you behind with these messy people. My precious Enya doesn’t need a cage full of cold. She will fly, and I will

make sure I follow her on the ground while she is enjoying her life. I have found a way to fix our problems, and for

that, I have to give my body to Theo for now. Don’t let anyone read this letter. Below is a countdown to my coming

back to you. When the numbers from the letter will start disappearing and reach 5, know this, I am returning.” I

frowned without having a clue what he meant.

And then read the numbers,

“1, 2, 3—,” the letters have vanished beneath the number he said.

There were no more numbers.

Does that mean he is—– coming back?