Chapter 4

It has been a few weeks since I've made a full recovery. Few weeks since I've made it clear that I don't want Derek near me ever again. I've shed a couple of pounds of meat around my belly. I'm starting to look normal again.

Getting past the painful phase of my life is surprisingly easier than I thought. But there is another factor that is maintaining my stress: My mate who is refusing to back down from trying to meet me.

The intimidating text is sent by none other than Derek. He showed up at my workplace a couple of times, only to be kicked out by the security. The firm at which I work at gives me a good opportunity to rise to fame as I work as their fashion designer. They keep telling me they've yet to find a better employee, but I stay humble and modest. My workplace is aware of Derek. My boss is an alpha werewolf himself, an ally of Derek's pack.

But what Derek has been doing recently caught everyone off guard, including myself. Hasn't it made it extremely clear that Gwyneth is his top priority? Or have I failed to make it clear that we were done at the ceremony?

Once again, I ignore his message and am tempted to block his number. Yes, it could be childish of me to ignore his texts and refuse to meet him. But I have a heart that he is terribly failing at reading. It aches everyday. I hold the pictures of my little bean's USG everyday and cry myself to sleep.