The Abused Luna's Comeback

Chapter 88 The Slap

(Diana’s P.O.V.]

I hadn’t seen Patrick in days. But we still managed to keep in touch through the phone, never failing to say how we missed each other.

He had also told me how their business trip ended early because something came up with his pack so he and his Alpha had to return to deal with it. Honestly, I felt a little frustrated and disappointed that he couldn’t come see me right after the trip, but I understood.

He had never told me who his Alpha was, but I was guessing that it was Edward, the stiff man I saw at the restaurant the other day. The pretty little woman next to him must have been his mate, his Luna.

I’ve imagined many times about their pack – what belonging to one was like, what kind of place they’d live in, and how they lived. Although Patrick had told me that their lives were not that much different from human society – they had jobs and didn’t simply turn into their wolves anytime and anywhere they wanted – nothing could extinguish my curiosity, not until perhaps I had visited a pack. I truly hoped that I would be able to one day. After all, it was my lover’s home.

I was walking with my book to catch my class at 2:30 PM. But as I approached the classroom, I saw a greasy man in my path, leaning against the wall to the classroom. I could tell that he was waiting for me.

I simply ignored him and marched straight ahead but the moment I passed him, he grabbed my wrist.

“Diana, we need to talk.”

“We have nothing to talk about.” I tried to shake his hand off, but his grip was quite strong.

“Please.”

“If you don’t let me go, I’ll call for help.”

“I’m talking to my girlfriend.”

Jefferson looked fearless. God, why didn’t I realize that he was such a shameless and disgusting person?

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“Your current girlfriend might be waiting for you in a broken car.”

“You’re my current girlfriend. That curly-haired b*stard doesn’t seem to love you. He hasn’t even been to see you these days. Stop deluding yourself. You know you’re just his plaything.’

When I heard this, I couldn’t help but slap him – I didn’t know where my courage came from. I slapped him so hard the loud sound attracted the glances of a few passersby.

“What the hell? You hit me for that b*stard?”

Jefferson looked at me in disbelief. Even I didn’t expect this, but I couldn’t bear to hear him call my lover that.

“B*tch, I really should f*ck you to death!”

“You’re the b*stard so get out of my sight!” I shouted and threw the book at him but he managed to dodge it before running away.

I picked up my book and walked into the classroom. I didn’t want to admit it, but what Jefferson’s words had ruined my mood.

I loved Patrick, there was no doubt about it. But the more I loved him, the more I wanted him in his entirety. I would respect his career, his choices, his personal space, but no girl in love didn’t want her boyfriend around her all the time.

I always tried to be understanding, but I have been spending many days alone. It’s not like I didn’t have friends but they couldn’t simply stand in for a boyfriend.

I had never felt like such a loser, not until I met him. I thought about him all the time – from the stupidest jokes to the most beautiful butterflies among the flower meadows, everything I did, saw, heard, tasted, smelled, and touched simply made me want to share them with him.

There were also times when I was not satisfied with just being able to talk over the phone, even before he had left for his business trip. Not being able to see each other often made me feel like how we’re behaving was no different from being a long-distance-relationship couple. And the thought of this just made me even sadder.

I admit that I was angry, but I would still call my lover to tell him how much I missed him and how I hoped I could visit his tribe.

“I miss you too, my angel, but not yet. I’m in the middle of something. I’ll text you.”

He finished and hung up while I could only sigh.

Patrick had said that he would buy an apartment in the city for us to spend time together. But that would only be occasional. For the most part, we’d still be away from each other. I’m sure he loved me, but I didn’t know if I wanted to be in this kind of relationship in the long run.