Chapter 137: Tangled together as mates were meant to be...
Selene POV
I was not okay!
Even if I was going to be betrayed the second time, couldn’t fate choose another script for me? What was it with my mates that other women wouldn’t let me be with them? What was so special about the women that I didn’t have that always made them forget that I was a wonderful woman and I belonged to them?
I stormed out of the pack house, my vision blurred by hot tears of rage and humiliation that burned in my eyes. How could I have been so naïve? So blind and foolish? Noah had betrayed me. Again! Just like his nephew, Xavier.
Just like the last time, I had loved and trusted him with every fibre of my being, only for him to shatter that trust by sleeping with Belinda and now, just when I was beginning to warm up to Noah... to give him a space in my heart...to finally love again, he played me for a fool and slept with his ex – Brooke. The same woman I had warned him over and over again. It seemed my punishment was to relieve the anguish I felt with Xavier all over again.
Sinking onto the wrought-iron bench in the secluded rose garden, a bitter, mirthless laugh escaped my lips through my angry sobs. I had allowed myself to soften, to love again and nurture seeds of genuine feeling for my mate once more. Like a sapling reaching for the sun, my heart had reopened and the hurt I once felt was almost healed and now it was desperate for the love and devotion I had been so cruelly denied.
Just like his nephew... Noah had trampled over the little bud of love that was sprouting for him.
"You weak, pathetic excuse for a woman," I spat at myself through gritted teeth. Was I doomed to be a lovesick fool? Forever blinded by my hopeless romantic idea and easily bruised heart? When will I learn that trust and affection are liabilities, shackles to be shattered rather than weaknesses to surrender to?
At that moment, the memories came rushing back – every brutal sight and agonizing torment Xavier had subjected me to during our mating. The insults I had to swallow whenever my weak nature would not let me be like the Luna he so desired. The endless nights spent crying silently into my pillow as I heard his delightful grunts of pleasure from his room along the corridor when he was with Belinda and his string of women whom he paraded when Belinda was not around.