Chapter 8
Sampson was curling up on my doorstep, shivering in the cold. When he saw me, his eyes lit up immediately.
I frowned. “What are you doing at my house?”
Sampson quickly ran over and grabbed my hand, begging me, “I know I’m wrong, Bethany. Please don’t leave me! I’m the only one who loves you.”
When he felt that our mate bond was severed after I left, he panicked and began to find me.
However, all I could feel as I looked at his pathetic act was nausea.
Sampson’s eyes were red as he said, “Bethany, I’ve already gotten rid of Desiree from the Pack. This is your favorite cake. I’ll obey everything you say from now on. So please, don’t
leave me!”
I yanked my hand away and knocked the cake to the ground, and sneered coldly, “No thanks. Anything you’ve touched disgusts me.”
He once called me clingy and micromanaging. He wanted to leave me, even if he had to play
dead for it.
But now, the
the very same man was kneeling in front of me and begging for my forgiveness.
“I once loved you because I believed you were gentle and worthy of love, but then I realized I was wrong. You’re selfish and full of lies! You’re willing to manipulate anyone to get what you want. You disappeared for three months and toyed with the ones who loved you. You felt nothing, even when you saw them struggle and suffer. Instead, you believed it wasn’t enough. Now, you think someone like you has the right to say you love me?
“You want my forgiveness? Stop dreaming!”
Sampson trembled as he looked at the ruined cake on the ground. He knew he had no valid
defense.
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Seeing him fall silent, I lost all patience to stand there in the cold with him.
“Move! You’re in my way,” I snapped, shoving him away. I fished out my keys, about to open the door.
The next moment, Sampson pulled me into a tight hug.
“Bethany, please… There’s really nothing between me and Desiree! I really was drunk that night, and I thought she was you. She seduced me… I promise I won’t see her ever again. Please, just give me one more chance. I truly love you! Please forgive me!”
I couldn’t free myself from his powerful hug.
Suddenly, a hand came between us and yanked him away, and pulled me into a safe
embrace.
Lambert’s voice came from above me.
“Seems like I didn’t hurt you enough last time, since you still have the strength to harass
Bethany. I should have ripped your arm off and made you a one–armed werewolf forever.”
Sampson’s arm was immediately released from me. He glared at Lambert, his eyes full of
hatred. “You again, Lambert! It’s not your place to interfere with what’s between us.”
I was so angry I laughed.
“Between us? Are you saying that Desiree didn’t give you the idea of faking your death? Don’t tell me you thought of this. You don’t have the brain. She led you by the nose, drinking with you, kissing you, and even slept with you–all under the name of friendship! You blame everything on her and the alcohol… It simply makes me even more disgusted
with you.”
Lambert stepped in front of me and then pushed me into my house toward the door. “Go back and rest, Bethany. I’ll have a word with my dear nephew.”
I walked in, slammed the door, and headed to my bedroom.
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I didn’t know what happened between the uncle and nephew after that. However, when Lambert came back, there were bloodstains on his once pristine shirt.
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