Chapter 40
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One… Two… Three… I couldn't remember how many times I read through the document I had in my hands. I even forgot what it was about, to begin with.
Since I left that day from the Dark Moon Pack being escorted by Haley, I had been lost in my thoughts and in a daze.
Jackson tried to cheer me up many times, but I remained stuck in this miserable and melancholy feeling.
I remembered repeatedly how Kylian denied rejecting Flora. All his begging, sweet talks, and touches were just for show. It's nothing! If he really loved me, he would have rejected her.
I scoffed at that thought and let out a bitter laugh. "What were you expecting, Della?" I asked myself, feeling such a fool to even think he'd do something that would make me really happy.
That was why the second I stepped out of that pack that day, I vowed to draw a line between him and me. I'd stop making a fool out of myself. I made myself strong, and I've been numb, but it still infuriated me how the fact he didn't reject Flora still pierced so badly in my heart.
My hand trembled, and I involuntarily crashed the paper I was holding. I couldn't even get a good night's sleep these days because every time I closed my eyes, I'd see and feel him…
I remember all his touches so vividly, and I could seemingly hear his voice whispering sweet nothings in my ears, igniting every part of me and making me desire him.
"You're a fool, Della!" I scolded myself.
That night in the bathroom… I had so much power to win against him. I could have pushed him so easily, especially since he was severely injured, but… I felt so powerless then. I couldn't do it. I struggled and pushed him, but I felt so weak because deep inside me… I still longed for him.
Sighing, I calmed myself and straightened the paper I was holding. After a few breaks, I composed myself again and went back to work. This time, I pushed away the document I was reading and opened the email I got from Troy instead.
My eyes narrowed, and I read through the email in detail. According to him, Wakeland was facing a rogue threat.
Was it massive? How bad was it?
I was filled with worry. I needed more details. Wakeland was my territory; I needed to protect it at all costs and prevent mishaps.
After some thought, I replied, "Send a couple of our men and have them deal with the rogue incident first. I'll sort out this matter about my divorce as soon as possible, and then I'll go there to perform my duties."
Seems like I couldn't delay this issue anymore.
Now, it's more official. I needed to leave now. I'm needed in my land. Something and somewhere was far more important than the man who hurt me. Knowing that shuttered every hope left in my heart—hope that a miracle would happen and possibly make things right.
Now, it's time for me to wake up from the slight delusion left in me.
Sighing, I leaned on my chair. I have to admit, I still love him. It's something that couldn't be denied even if I wanted to. But after coming back home after that night and how Haley reminded me that I must divorce Kylian to fully inherit the Wakeland, I saw what's more important – what I should prioritize.
I was lost in my thoughts when a knock pulled me out.
"Come in," I said, and the door opened.
Fae walked in with grace and a huge smile. She was wearing a comfortable cotton shirt with a print of a cheerful woman dancing in the meadow on it. She paired it with jean shorts that ended on her mid-thigh. She looked beautiful, and with her long legs, she rocked it!
"Hey, girl!" She happily went to my side and raised a brow at me upon seeing the poorly straightened crumpled paper on the side.
"Now, I know you're frustrated, but don't vent it out on the poor documents," she joked, and we laughed.
However, her smile suddenly vanished, and she stared at me with understanding and worry. "I heard you came to the Dark Moon Pack to rescue Kylian."
I smiled bitterly and commented, "News spread fast, huh."
She shrugged her shoulders and smirked. "You know it! What spreads faster than disease now is gossip! It's inevitable!"
Getting serious, I pointedly look at her. "Jackson told you, didn't he?"
Bitterness filled my heart. He was probably very disappointed in me. He warned me many times, but I still went out and disobeyed him. He even had to ask his Beta to come to my aid station, so I wouldn't make a fool out of myself like I already had.
"Jackson's only worried about you," she said, walking toward my side before pulling me into a warm and tight embrace.
I relaxed in her arms, feeling relieved after being anxious and devastated for days.
"How is he?" I asked while we walked toward the couch to have a better conversation.
"Oh, you know him." She shrugged nonchalantly. He won't ever get mad at you. He's just clueless about how to comfort a heartbroken woman."
"You know what?" she suddenly asked excitedly, clapping her hand with her great idea. "I have a way to make you forget that asshole as soon as possible."
She then shook her head and added, "And even if you don't forget him, at least it will make you feel better."
I furrowed my brow. What something in this world could ease my pain?
"And that is…" I urge her to continue, feeling a bit skeptical.
She held my hand and pulled me to stand. She jumped happily and boasted, "I'll hold a party for you at the club! There will be surprises in there! Oh! This will be exciting!"
I let out an awkward smile and hesitantly joined her excitement, "Will there be a muscular and handsome guy?"
She flicked her finger in confidence. "I swear this time, it will be different. There will be a massive pool, and all kinds of champagne you can think of will be served!"
Without wasting time, she clung her arms to mine and looked at me with puppy eyes. "Please spend a lovely girl's night with me, my sweet buddy!"
Looking back, the last girl's night out we had together was four years ago. It's been so long since I attended a crazy party like that. Could I still enjoy such a thing?
Since I got married, I have been surrounded by pack affairs and nothing fun. Servants would look down on me and wouldn't do their work well, so I'd even be forced to do some dirty cleaning.
Fae's right. I'm free now. It's time for me to relax and enjoy life like we used to do.
Letting out a breath, I eased my smile and nodded. "fine, let's do that."
Fae jumped and laughed in excitement.
"I'll pick your clothes!" she shouted and let go of me, running fast toward my wardrobe.
I laughed happily as I let her choose clothes for me and have her dragged me to the club.
***
"This isn't a girl's night out," I mumbled as soon as I walked into the Sheridan Club, completely taken aback at its massive party.
It was a high-end clubhouse that was my favorite party house in town. It was a place where werewolves gathered to unwind and have fun. The interior was sleek and modern, with high ceilings, plush leather couches, and large windows offering a stunning city skyline view.
Unlike other poorly lit live houses in town, the lighting inside Sheridan Club was soft and warm, creating a relaxing ambiance.
But today, the entire club was packed with hot, attractive young men. They came in different sizes and types, which made me feel dazzled.
"Della! Oh, my Goddess! Gentlemen and gentlemen, the star of tonight, Miss Della, is here!" Fae waved at me and announced with excitement, holding a glass of champagne in her hand.
By her look and the sound of her voice, I'd say she already had a few glasses because she was already tipsy, which was unbelievable since we'd only been separated for about fifteen minutes!
Looking around, I'd say there were more or less sixty males in there.
"Della!" she called me and opened her arms to show everyone. "I've invited fifty-eight wealthy, handsome, and attractive men tonight to celebrate your day being single again!"
My breathing hitched, and I looked around in panic and awkwardness. Fae outdid herself today. It's way too much.
"You know…" she quietly started as she jumped off the stage and draped her arms around my shoulder while pointing at random crowds of men. "If men can talk about women's breaths and bottoms, we sure as hell can buy 58 of these yummy and hot models to celebrate your divorce with you!"
"Come on! Let's enjoy this!" she called out and pulled me to the center of the venue, where everyone was dancing to the music.
She then raised her hand, and the music volume quieted. Raising another glass of newly poured champagne, she loudly announced, "Everyone, let's get this party livelier, shall we?"
Everyone howls and shouts cheerfully, raising their glasses and drinking with Fae.
"See, everyone's excited."
"But, Fae – " I was about to stop her, but she went on and continued her announcement, "With that being said, we'll have a wet t-shirt competition tonight! Whoever gets their shirt the wettest will get a kiss from Della!"
What? What did she say?
