The Message

MIKKA

"No! You listen!" I roared, fighting back my tears. “I cleaned hotel rooms so you could train at night. I forged your training logs in secrets so the League wouldn’t ask questions. I was your secret for two years, Levi. Your brain. Your calm. Your mate.”

The memories bite me like it haunted me.

I wish I could hit him but I couldn't, love was cruel.

Levi chuckled, mocking me as he'd been replaced by a sigh that obviously means this conversation should come to a close.

“And look how that worked out for you.” 

I shook my head, still finding it hard to believe. My wolf bared her teeth. 

“I did your studies at 2AM while you smiled for Nicole at the gala" I said closing up the space between us "I told myself it was strategy. That you were protecting us and when the league got close, you cut me with a lawyer"

His eyes dropped to my mouth, jerked up. He looked exhausted, angry...I sensed fear.

"You want a medal for it?" He barked. 

"I only needed your brain mikka" he confessed "You were a useful tool"

He swallowed hard "and tools get thrown away"

My wolf went completely still and dropped to the floor inside me.

He doesn't want us.

His cruel confession had my knees buckling, my blood boiled while he straightened his back as though bracing himself.

“And now, to become Alpha, I need her. Not an omega who doesn’t even belong in this country.” his lips curved upward.

"A tool?" I repeated as I couldn’t stop the fresh tears pouring out again.

Levi was enjoying every bit of my pain as he kissed his teeth. “We left everything for you. My mum’s grave. My pack. My name For ‘us.’ And you’re standing here telling me I was a budget line?” I screamed, my head was so hot that I feared it might explode.

"I never forced you" he said quickly, dragging both hands through his hair and turned away.

When he turned back, his eyes were glassy but he blinked it away.

"God, Mikka. As for the deportation? I had to save myself. You take the fall for the illegal funds. A golden boy can’t be tarnished."

That was it. My wolf didn't growl or fight, she just laid down and stopped breathing.

Because the man who said “greener pasture” was now calling it “your mistake.”

But I wasn't defeated yet.

I slapped both letters against his bare chest.

"Then fix it with a pen and if you don't sign, I'm deported, I lose the scholarship" I screeched "And I go to the League and tell them you paid a foreign wolf cash under the table to hide training hours. That’s fraud, Levi. You get suspended. Maybe worse.”

His eyes widened as he panicked.

"That's blackmail!"

"That's consequences"

Levi grabbed my wrist, so hard my pulse jumped like he couldn't help it. 

My wolf whimpered at the contact. Mate.

"You don't get it" he said in a low tone 

"you'll ruin us both"

Then he dropped my hand like I was stinging him.

Now I get it, he wants to get rid of me because I might be a stain to his name.

"Security!" Kick this wolf out, she's becoming a threat! She's harassing me!" 

He fired, glaring at me.

I gasped, as a bouncer appeared out of 

the blue.

Intimidating and brutally looking, he grabbed my arms, his nails dug on my flesh, leaving bruises there.

"Levi!!" I screamed as the bouncer pulled me away like a weightless being.

But Levi didn't even look at me.

I was tossed outside, had my knees hitting the gravel and even though it bled, it couldn't compare to hurt inside my heart.

The bouncer slammed the penthouse door aggressively. “Don’t come back, bitch.” 

I'd collapsed on my hands, desperately wishing my wolf would gear me up but she was dead internally.

I cowered when flash lights poured on my face. It was from phones. 

A tenant on the balcony was recording. Another was laughing. 

Someone whispered:“Isn’t that Levi Weston’s stalker?” 

"She deserves to be jailed!"

"She isn't meant to breath, pathetic wolf"

"Watch! This would go viral. Loser!!"

Defending myself was useless as I'd muster strength to rise and hide from their spiteful words.

But before I'd take two steps away from there, my phone buzzed in my pocket.

Taking it out, I was met with the notification from CBSA...wait! That wasn't CBSA.

My hands quaked as I was so frightened to open the message but I did.

"Hey, mikka...your worst nightmare awaits your return to Australia"