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Brett displays Brenda between us in the palm of his hand. "Huh, so she did turn into garlic." He strokes his chin, then smirks. "Yeah, that's genius."

I open my hand. "Now give her to me-"

Brett kneels, keeping proudly Brenda presented. "I, Brett Alpha King God Beast, and on behalf of all of pack Alpha King God Beast, give our deepest and sincerest apologies to Brenda."

He then stares off into the distance, as if addressing an audience. "I admit, in the past, I have made severe and continuous lapses in my judgment. But, today, Brenda has become my savior. She heroically sacrificed herself in the line of enemy fire."

He clutches Brenda to his bare chest then bows his head. "I am now indebted to this garlic."

Did he just say what I think he did? Did he actually just pledge himself to my best friend?

Two affairs in one day?

That's it. I can't do this anymore. I've had enough.

A puff of tobacco smoke dances across my mind's orb and swirls around Brett's head.

How many times today are you going to have 'had enough', I wonder? It's getting old, Wolfinia chimes.

I snatch Brenda away from him. "She merely did what she had to save her own life. All because you stupidly ran after that already doomed skank and abandoned us."

Brett stays knelt on the ground, casting me his steely orbs. "Skylar Popson was the leading female of this school. And as the leading male of this school, I couldn't simply sit by and watch as she dies at the hands of the enemy."

His bottom lip quivers, brows knitted together, "I failed." He buries his face in his hands.

Was it more than just a moment of lust between them in the past?

Oh...

He loved her, didn't he?

My mate was in love with my arch-nemesis this whole time. The jokes continue to write themselves.

Wolfinia clicks her immaterial tongue, "My offers still on the table, sweetie."

I turn my shoulder, "I'm leaving."

Brett clings around my leg. "Lydia, how can I possibly be the Alpha God King Beast when I can't even save one damsel in distress?"

With my orbs lit up a dark red, I'm struck with new determination. I snap my head to him. "Brett, Alpha King God Beast, I, Lydia Liv, solemnly rej-"

"I have to protect my savior! I have to redeem myself!" Oblivious, he desperately reaches for Brenda, one arm still snaked around my leg.

I attempt to wrangle it free whilst dangling Brenda above me.

Brett continues to tug. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"You loved her!"

"What?!"

"Don't play stupid, mate. Now, shut up, I was in the middle of rejecting you."

He stops.

There's a rigid pause.

A sudden gust of wind tangles dramatically through Brett's soft locks.

A rumbling snarl shakes the earth.

Claws dig into my thigh. "How dare you try to reject me when I'm at my lowest," Brett pulls my leg under.

I fall to the ground, and Brenda tumbles out of my grasp.

Brett rolls on top of me, pinning my wrists. "I will be the one to reject you first." He draws closer, and our noses nearly collide. "Then, as I promised before, it will be the death of you."

Am I terrified? Am I angry? Am I in deep emotional agony?

am I excited?

Wolfinia sighs. f*cking hopeless.

"HANDS OFF HER!" A voice shouts and a figure lunges towards me— I shield my orbs. I feel the grip around my wrists unclasp and a weight push off me.

"Ouch. What the hell man?"

...What just happened?

I uncover my face to see Brett propped against a chair wincing as he rubs the side of his head. I follow where his orbs land and look beside me.

It's Chad.

The person I hate only second to the deceased Skylar Popson... actually... defended me against his best friend?

"You- you were about to kill her!" Chad throws his hands in the air.

Brett returns to his feet and dusts himself off. "We were having a civil dispute."

This sudden gesture doesn't mean I'm going to let my enemy off so easily.

I cross my arms. "Chad, where the hell did you go?"

Chad swallows, scratching his neck, "Uh... I-"

Brett pats Chad's shoulder. "To change clothes, obviously. You didn't notice his sick new Fortnite T-shirt?"

Wait... it feels like I'm forgetting something.

Oh.

Yeah.

"Brenda!" I call out, crawling on the cafeteria floor. "Brenda where did you go?" I dip my head under a chair.

Brett shoves me. "Step aside, I will be the one to rescue her!"

Chad darts his orbs worriedly around the room. "She's missing?" His hands fly to his cheeks, "Oh no, she's missing!"

Chad paces. "Mom! Where are youuuu?!"

Um...

I and Brett turn our heads at the exact same time. "Mom?"