“I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles it's a very very
Mad world, mad world.”
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69 | mad world
-Chance-
"Listen Chance. You are still my Best friend and I do care for you. But this was for my mate and I had no other choice. So yes, I did use your mate. I used your mate to protect mine so that it was her that the rogues took away in place of mine."
His words burned a fire within me, and my insides burned in fury, betrayal and hatred.
I clenched my jaw and my fists curled because of the amount of disgust I felt for this person in front of me who once used to be my best friend. But was now a freaking monster. A monster who used people when he wanted.
I wanted to punch him in the face and hurt him as much as I could.
Raising my fist high in the air I punched directly on his nose and enjoyed as the satisfying cracking sound reverberated in the room.
"Watch your actions, Chance. I'm your alpha." He growled at me, holding a hand over his nose as it started healing with a frustratingly fast pace.
I wanted to break it over and over again till it won't be fine anymore.
"I don't fucking care." I growled and grabbed him by his collar and tried to punch his jaw.
But this time he blocked my fist with his palm and punched me with his other fist. I stumbled back, holding my cheek, but it wasn't long before I attacked him again.
My punch was aimed towards his cheek while his, towards my jaw. I tried to kick his stomach but he dodged and tried to kick me. We fought back and forth for a while and I was still not satisfied by the amount of blood he had shed when he successfully trapped both of my hands.
"Stop," he growled. "Don't create a scene in some other Alpha's office. You are ruining my reputation."
"I don't give a fuck about you or your fake reputation."
My words and actions might have surprised him a bit as his next words were laced in irritation and agitation.
"What the hell is wrong with you? Why are you so affected? I thought you hated her?"
I don't know what he was trying to prove by his words. Or if he was trying to piss me off even more. Because if this was his attempt to calm me down, then it was a horrible and failed attempt.
"That's my personal matter, Reece. I might have no wanted her as my mate but that doesn't mean that I wished for her to get kidnapped and totured. Do you have any idea about how much they're hurting her? Hell, even I don't know completely. She's in pain, Reece. She's hurting. And that is all because of you. YOU caused this to happen. What kind of person are you, huh?" I pushed his shoulder, "How can you sleep peacefully at night knowing that you took advantage of someone like that? That someone could be dying because they trusted you."
I had expected him to hang his head in shame, or maybe even to see a figment of regret in his eyes. But what I had definitely not expected him to do was start laughing bitterly.
The ugliness, the hate, the selfishness, the madness, the dominant streak in his eyes shone above all and I was surprised that I had never seen it before despite having known him all my life.
I guess we all have something ugly in us. Hidden in the deepest, darkest corners of our being. Sometimes we reach out for it and commit sins to regret in the future. The other times we look down upon it and frown at people who talk about it. But the fact remains that each one of us is hidding truths only we know, and truths we aren't necessarily proud of.
"Oh Chance." He laughed, humourlessly. "Oh my boy. Do you hear yourself rightnow?" His voice turned back to the sinister, odious one. "Talking about betrayal, trust, peaceful sleep and regret, are we? Think again, Chance. Are we still talking about me, or are we talking about you."
I gave him a warning look which he ignored before chuckling evilly.
"You can act all high and mighty. And you can put all the blame on me if you want. But that doesn't change the fact that you are as responsible for the current situation as I am. If not more."
My jaw clenched and I grabbed his collar, glaring at him.
"Watch you words, Reece. I never wanted her to get kidnapped."
He removed my hand from his collar and shrugged, nonchalantly.
"I had never wanted a threat upon my mate. But it came, didn't it? You did what you had to do and I did what I had to do. Then how am I the bad one here?" He argued.
I scoffed. "You are the bad one because she came to you when she was in need, when she was hurt. She trusted you and you betrayed her. She probably still—"
"Betrayed her? Trust?" Reece said in a mocking voice. "Oh, why do I feel like these situations are familiar? Where have we seen them? Oh— oh yeah. In your and Olivia's case. Remember?"
"You got so engrossed in the entire hero act that you forgot you had done the same to Olivia? She never came for help to me. I approached her. But she needed help, because of you. She couldn't think straight because she was broken because of you. Had you announced that she is your mate, no kidnapper would have mistake her for the Luna and kidnapped her. Are you still going to pretend like it was not your fault, Chance?"
His voice might have been filled with mockery and sick kind of entertainment, but it hit me straight in the heart. Straight in the senses. And I was surprised that I didn't stumble back in impact.
He was right. He was so right. It was my fault. Just as much as it was his. I'm the one to be blamed. Just as much as he is. I can't be the hero when I'm the villian here.
I can't pretend to save my mate when I've hurt her the most.
"Realizing things, are we? My lovely best friend." He whispered, a sinister smirk on his face, his eyes ruined by arrogance and blinded by vested interest.
"But don't worry, I don't judge you. A guy's gotta do what he's gotta do, right? I get why you didn't want her as your mate. She was kind of a prude and not hot anyway—"
"How dare you," I growled, grabbing his neck, strangling him.
He coughed slightly, the ugly smirk still on his face.
"Be careful there, pretty boy. You won't want to hurt me. Because then my men won't help you."
I clenched my jaw, before releasing him, but I made sure to punch his stomach hard to hurt him.
He still laughed, like a fucking lunatic and wheezed a bit to control his breathing.
"Oh this is fun." He chuckled.
Then he looked at me as if trying to be serious but his eyes told otherwise.
"I know I might have done some real bad things. But they were only for my mate. I am meant to save her. She was on one side and on other side there was Olivia. A completely random person I didn't even know. It wasn't my job to protect her."
"Then it wasn't your job to exploit her either!"
"I was so stressed. After the little meeting after the school attack, remember? When Katherine had stopped Olivia too. I was so stressed at that time. I was still formulating a plan in my mind, when I saw Olivia. She was looking at you with eyes filled with sadness, yet love. And you were busy arguing with my father. That's when I knew. I just knew it was her whom I could use. It might sound so terrible of me, but as I said, a guy's gotta do what he's gotta do."
"But I am not that bad, Chance. I didn't date your mate, I fake dated her. I am not that cruel, alright? I can't be the one to date their best friend's mate."
He laughed detestable and it made me loathe him. I wanted to snap his neck and run.
"It was you who planted that stupid plan in her mind, weren't you?"
He shrugged. "All for my mate, honey. All—"
"Oh shut it." I said, irritatedly. "I'm sick of you pretending to be so worried for your mate. Have you even found her?"
He shook his head and I scoffed.
"Then how are you so affected? And as much as I know you, I know that you've not given a shit about your mate so far. Then why suddenly? Why are you sudden concerned about her? Had you cared so much, you would have waited for her. And not whored around. You flirt with every skirt that passes, Reece, who are you bluffing? The truth is that you still don't give a shit. Your mate and all is just an excuse. The thing is that the alpha blood in you and your nagging tendencies just got the best of you and wanted to have some fun. You wanted to create a mess. Which you did. You—"
"Oh shush." He rolled his eyes. "Don't think too much or you'll kill your brain cells. I don't care about what you think, alright? I don't even have to explain you. I was here, letting you hit me because you're my best friend."
"I'm not your fucking best friend." I growled at him, Lupus almost taking over at once. "I don't want to be friends with a sick bastard like you."
"Mind your words now, my dear friend. Or I might not help you." His calm voice infuriated me to no extent.
"I don't need you or your fucking help." I said, through gritted teeth.
"I don't even trust you enough to take your help anymore. You are sick. Your pack, the people, selfish. I don't care anymore. I'll go alone if I have to. I'll die if I have to. But I won't wait for your fucking leeches anymore. God knows how she has suffered because of me already. Not anymore."
I didn't realize I my eyes were watering in frustration and agony, till they started burning and I quickly wiped them off.
"I'll go alone. You can keep yourself and your fucking army in your ass for all I care." I said, lastly before turning.
But before going, I asked one last thing. "How much more venom have you spewed, Reece?"
I asked because I knew he wasn't done. His ugliness had not ended.
He obviously smirked at me and said mockingly. "Where would be the fun be if I tell you, huh? Let's wait for surprises."
I clenched my jaw because I wanted to punch him. But I had to save my energy and time. I had nothing to waste on this useless piece of scum.
"Bastard." I growled at him before walking off. If he had called out for me, I didn't listen, because my head was buzzing with ideas and plans of rescuing her alone somehow.
I was convinced that I had no plan of saving without getting killed in process when my phone rung and almost threw it across the hall.
"Hello?" I didn't have time for call, yet I don't know why I picked up.
But when I did, I was glad. I was so glad.
"Hello, Chance? This is Ryder. I am coming back, rightnow. Just a few minutes away from the pack. Where are you? Felt like there was something going wrong. Please tell that me I'm crazy and everything is fine. Is Olivia alright?"
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