I was a real idiot back then, but now I have awakened. I wouldn't want to be fooled by him anymore.
I wiped my tears and finally decided to go home. Once I was done showering, I stood by the balcony and caught a glimpse of a familiar car parked outside.
There he was, as if sensing my presence, rolling down the car window. However, I retreated from the balcony; I didn't want to see him.
The next morning came. I went out, as usual, to do my duties as the Luna of the pack despite not living in the main Pack House.
Even this morning, the familiar car was still parked. I acted as if I hadn't seen it, normally walking.
Out of the blue, my phone rang. The taxi driver called, saying, "You way too tricky and far. Is it possible for you to cancel and book another ride?"
"You can't find the place? I ain't in the mountains! What's the point of being a taxi driver?" I muttered right there, and then I canceled the ride.
The familiar black car pulled from my standing, and the window rolled down to reveal Alpha Austin's sharp features. "I'll give you a ride," he offered.
As much as I wanted to decline, I was running late, so I opted not to reject and hopped into the passenger seat.
Back then, I would have been endlessly chatty, the car brimming with conversation. But today, the silence was deafening, with only the wind's whisper breaking it.
With the Alpha silently driving, he seemed uncomfortable with the silence.
"You didn't have breakfast, did you?" he awkwardly asked, breaking the hush.
"I have not," I said under my breath, paying no attention to him.
"How about I'll get you some breakfast later?" He queried, determined to alleviate discomfort.
"No need, Alpha."
"Skipping meals ain't good for my mate."
"I'm good."
As Alpha continued driving, the silence between us grew heavy until we reached my destination.
I made an attempt to open the car door, eager to finally be free from my mate's presence, which I once longed for. Unfortunately, it was still locked.
Alpha turned to face me. "The Pack House wasn't totally damaged. It has been cleaned and repaired and is ready to cater to us. When will you move back?"
"Oh, not for now. I've paid three months for my flat in advance," I clarified, still attempting to open the door.
Suddenly, the door unlocked at last. I pushed it open with a sense of relief, ready to leave, but then my mate called my presence. "Calista."
I turned around, facing the car.