Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee

417-In The Arms Of My Lost Mate.

“I begged you? You only accepted me because I begged you." He yelled again, and this time he even approached

me aggressively.

"That is not what I meant. I am talking about you convincing me that you will be okay-," I had lowered my voice

after he squared up on me. I even lowered my face to escape the enraged glare.

"Fuck you!’ he bent his neck to yell in my face. "You heard me. right? Screw you, Enya, for not remembering how

much I have done for you, you ungrateful human." He pulled back after yelling in my face, "I was thinking maybe

we will reach a solution tonight, but no! you are just too full of yourself. So this is what I am going to do tonight. I will

leave this mansion and sleep with the very first she-wolf I find. I will fuck her good tonight while you stay here, cry,

and think about what you did wrong," he shouted, grabbing his jacket to leave the bedroom. I rushed out of bed to

grab his arm and stop him.

"No! you will not disrespect me like that,’ I said, holding him back.

"Let me go. Enya. You are not that powerful a creature who can hold me back anymore.’ He shrugged his arm free

and exited the door in haste.

"How could you do this to me?’ I screamed in tears, sobbing as I remembered all the memories from our past. He

was never like that, or maybe he was.

'He is— not the Lazio I knew,’ I whimpered, sitting down and having a full-on meltdown. 'Or he was always like that,

but my powers and the urge to win me over ot—hers made him keep his messiness a secret.’ I covered my face

with my hands and cried.

"Enya! what happened?" That's when Christina rushed inside the room to wrap her arms around my body and pull

me into a comforting hug.

"He has changed so m—uch," I sobbed on her chest, complaining about Lazio.

"I feel I—-ike I was so nai-ve for ever beleivi—ing his Io—ve," I broke the hug and sobbed, probably not even making

any sense as my words were coming out of my mouth in a mumble jumble.

"Enya! look at me, you need to calm down,’ she said, cupping my face in her hands and wiping away my tears, but

new ones streamed down right after that.

"I don't know what I have done so wr—ong for him to hurt me like that.’ I was crying, the sobs making me choke on

my tears when my phone rang. Before Christina could grab the phone for me. I snatched it from under the pillow

myself.

It was a video message from Lazio.

Not wasting anytime, I played the video and regretted it instantly.

"What is it?” she asked, probably watching me stare at the screen with little whimpers escaping my lips.

It was a video of him picking up a girl from the road and giving me a hint he was going to do her tonight.

"He is going to sleep with her," I threw my phone away and yelled, anger filling up my veins. I was angry because I

had to stay with such a bastard, who wasted years of my life.

If he hadn't lied about loving me, Thiago wouldn't have thought he could trust him with me.

"What is wrong with him?’ Christina scoffed, '1 can't believe this is the same Lazio we used to adore.’ She shook her

head and sighed sadly.

"Come here," she pulled me into a tight embrace once again before helping me get up from the floor and sit me

down in the bed.

"Listen to me, if he can cheat on you, you can also choose a mate of your desire," she broke the hug and said every

word carefully, "You need to relax first," she said, getting up to grab a wine bottle.

"I don't want to drink." I waved my hand her way, but she insisted I take a few sips to calm down. I could tell I was

having a panic attack, and drinking was the last thing I wanted to do.

"Just a few sips to calm you down.’ She insisted, bringing the bottle closer to my lips and helping me gulp a little.

She was not wrong, though. The only way I could relax my nerves was to drink my pain away. So I did just that. I

took a few steps back and closed my eyes to calm down.

"Talk to Maynard. He can help you calm down. You two need each other," she said, and before I could even open

my eyes to respond to her suggestion, she bolted out of the room to fetch Maynard for me.

My head was all over the place. I was feeling very lonely, and the idea of having Maynard around didn't sound

terrible. Spoon, she had pushed him into my room, and he stood in the corner.

"Look at her; he is so inconsiderate of her feelings,’ she complained, pointing at me. Maynard watched me for a

moment before he walked toward the bed and sat down to hold my hand. The warmth I received from his hand was

odd but comforting at the same time.

"Please help her,’ Christina uttered, lowering her face and walking out of the room, and shutting the door after us.

It mustn't be easy for her, and I would have said 'no' had I not already drunk so much.

"I am sorry he is treating you this way," Maynard whispered, holding my hand tightly between his enormous hands.

”1 brought it upon myself. I let him treat me like this." I confessed to making a few mistakes in my life, and one of

them was Lazio.

"I will not let him hurt you again." Maynard grabbed my hand even more tightly and pulled me over his chest.

The moment I was in his arms, I felt like we had never parted. The remainder of our bittersweet relationship made

me sob in his chest even more.