Tasting All My Mates by Alexis Dee

427-Embracing Her Tightly

Lazlo’s POV:

I was feeling a mixture of emotions ever since Corbin acted out a perfect plan to turn Enya against us.

‘Is he really behind it? Don’t you think it was time we proved we still care?’ Laz asked, making me realize I have

gone so far in this hatred that I didn’t realize I was accusing the wrong person of it.

‘But it isn’t like we didn’t have the right to be mad at her. Imagine her mother ruined us and then faked this bond so

that she could still mock us when watching us take care of our abuser’s daughter. That was her way of making sure

we were in her claws even after she died.’ I scoffed, reminding Laz it wasn’t that easy for me to accept Enya and

act like I am not mad at everything.

‘Besides, there is a lot about her that I find icky. Why did she jump into Maynard’s bed? I get that she was angry

with me, but why punish poor Christina?’ I sighed before watching Maynard, who was walking out of the house.

“She went home,” Maynard said, looking at the empty front porch.

“You guys go to dinner. I will go home to see if she is fine,” I murmured, without looking at Maynard. The fact that

he too jumped right in the bed with her had hurt me severely.

“I am not in a mood for any dinner,” Maynard whispered, sounding depressed. It made me turn to him and look at

his face in disbelief. He was showing sadness because he failed Enya? Or was it because he missed the last chance

to be with her?

“Huh!” I scoffed, and Maynard frowned. “I can’t believe she asked you to accept her right in front of her mate. And

then she expects anything from me.” I shook my head, watching Maynard clench his jaw.

“Lazlo! Don’t you think you are being too judgmental? I haven’ t heard you say her name in two years and suddenly

you are that sad, betrayed husband whose Luna didn’t say his name because he d*mn well, didn’t try to protect

her,” Maynard’s voice turned louder, even Christina rushed outside after us and probably heard her mate mourn

his loss.

“I thought we were headed for dinner,” Christina said, watching our faces one by one.

“You can go eat dinner wherever you please,” Maynard told her without breaking his stare from my face.

“What about you?” Christina asked, looking worried.

“Why does it matter what I want?” he finally broke his stare from me and turned to glare at her. Her lips parted in

shock, and her eyes got filled with tears.

“Is it because you couldn’t accept her?” she asked, not stepping back and avoiding the conversation this time.

“Christina! I am not going to talk about it again. I didn’t accept her; doesn’t that make you happy? Is it not enough?”

Maynard gave a wild jerk to his coat, showing arrogance before he sped up on the road to G*d knows where.

Christina rushed after him, and the two headed to their car. Now that they were out of my sight, I couldn’t help but

think about finding peace for the night, too.

“I need to see her,” I whispered, realizing what true love is. It is when you think about that person that you are

really down.

I drove really fast to be with her. She must be sad and suffering, thinking I didn’t even think twice about her. I

mean, she deserves my time after doing so much for me. After rushing over to the mansion, I parked in the parking

lot and sprinted inside the mansion to find her lying near the fireplace.

She must have cried herself to sleep. Taking off my coat but not my eyes off of her, I walked near the mattress and

crawled behind her.

The beautiful fire from the fireplace made her skin look bright and soothing. Her hair looked wet. She must have

taken a shower before getting under the blanket.

“I don’t know how much my apology means at this point.” I got under the blanket and wrapped my arm around her

stomach from behind. She instantly pushed my hand away and freed herself, but she didn’t get out of the blanket.

“I am sorry! I didn’t mean to— ruin your night,” I uttered, trying to hold her again. She swiftly turned over and

stared me in the eye, her beautiful eyes overflowing with tears.

“Do you even know how much it hurts when you love someone and they discard your feelings?” she asked, faking a

smile when she was clearly crying.

“I know, and that’s why I rushed here. I knew I had hurt you, but trust me, an emergency came.” I held her hand,

sitting up with her.

“Why come here? Go be with her,” she murmured sadly, looking away from me.

“But I came here because I wanted to be with you, Valerie!” I said in my most loving voice, “You comfort me. When

I look at you, I don’t remember anything harsh from my past. You’re a breath full of fresh air for me,” I confessed

my genuine feelings for her. Ever since I got this mansion for her, I have been spending my evenings here with her.

“What about her?” she asked, trying to slide her hands out from between my hands.

“She means nothing,” I said. “Not only did she always make me feel like I was cut below her, but she slept with my

friend.” As soon as those words slipped through my lips, Valerie covered her mouth and gasped.

“What?” Her reaction made me realize I shouldn’t have exposed Enya like that. But I needed someone to talk to as

well.

“You know, when she had powers, she never really asked me if she should take part in a certain activity or not. It

always irked me how she acted like a queen. Back then, I knew if I made her listen to me, she would leave me, but

now she cannot. She knows being a Luna means she must listen to and respect her alpha.” I brought up other

issues I used to have with her.

But how do I tell Valerie that she helps me stop thinking about Enya? I don’t want to tell her I came over to her

because I want to forget Enya.