Chapter 42

Clarissa's pov Like a moth to a flame, I was always pulled to sadness. How did my life turn from being sweet and colorful to being sore and gloomy? It's has been days since I had sex with clyde and ever since he hadn't bothered to talk about it since. It was though it never happened. Ever since, it has been work, work, work, work for him, and the little time he would talk to me, it was about proffering opinions about my recent change of skin. The nerve of him, to think he could use and dump him. Maybe love wasn't exactly for me. I should probably give up trying to love. I would perhaps die a lonely and painful death so why not first experience it now while I still lived. Two nights ago took a turn that might even outshine the revelation that clyde, the Alpha of the Crescent moon pack, and the king Alpha claimed to be mated to me. Because the last thing I expected was clyde freaking Frenchman fucking getting rid of me, barely minutes after beginning a relationship.