He Cheated With My Bestie. Now He Begs for Mercy

I used to trust Luciana with my whole heart, and the more I trusted her then, the more it hurt now.

Jared once told me something I should have listened to more carefully. He said he came from a broken home, where his father cheated on his mother.

When his mother found out, she severed their mate bond and walked away without looking back. Since then, young Jared never saw her again.

"There's one thing I hate most in this world, Monica. It's betrayal," he told me once.

"I'll never forget the disappointment in my mother's eyes when she left. I lived through that pain once, and I promise you you'll never experience it. The last thing I'll do is follow my father's path. So, believe me when I say I'll cherish us forever."

And so, I believed him.

Now, sitting beside me, Jared set down the food he had cooked and leaned in with that familiar smile. "Stop crying, okay? It hurts me to see you like this."

He inched closer, intending to kiss away the tears threatening to roll down my cheek.

Visions from the crystal orb flashed rapidly in my mind. Jared and Luciana, tangled together in the bed, were in the heat of passion. He was just as gentle then, kissing her tears away.

She cried, demanding his promise. "Even if we're not together, your heart can only ever belong to me. Promise me, will you? If you ever fall for Monica, I'll make sure she finds out everything you've done.

"That way, she'll leave you, and you'll be mine alone."

Jared's warm breath hit my face, snapping me back to reality. His lips were just inches away when my stomach decided to churn upside down. I couldn't hold it anymore. I bolted to the bathroom and vomited until my head spun.

His eyes were wide with worry. "Monica, are you okay? I-I'll contact the best healer in the pack. Just hang on!"

He pulled out his phone, ready to dial, but an incoming call interrupted him. A ringtone I knew far too well chimed through the room, and my body jolted. That special ringtone was reserved for Luciana.

Had this been before, I would have begged him to answer or even told him, "Hurry up. Don't keep Luciana waiting."

To me, Luciana was more important than I was. At least that was how I used to think back then.

Now, for the first time, I saw the shift in Jared's expression when he saw her name on his screen. Perhaps the panic on his face had always been this obvious, but I hadn't noticed it because my subconscious mind told me not to.

He forced a weak smile, then angled his phone toward me, like he needed to prove something. "Look—your bestie. If I don't answer, she'll probably talk badly about me in front of you and drive a wedge between us. Give me a minute. I'll be quick."

Without waiting for my reply, Jared walked out, leaving me alone on the freezing bathroom tiles. When he answered the call, he headed straight into the study and closed the door.

He did it so blatantly that it almost felt like a mockery at this point, yet I had never once questioned it before. I had trusted them too much. Maybe it wasn't all his fault because I, too, had let them weaponize my naivety.

Through the door, I could hear Luciana's soft, broken hiccups from the speaker. Jared said, "It's okay. I'll come right over to you."

When he came out, he tried covering it all with mock irritation. "Your best friend is seriously a headache. She mixed up some important documents and used them as doodle paper. She got chewed out by her boss, and now she wants me to step in for her."

He ran a hand through his hair and let out a dramatic sigh. "I mean, I can't even say no. What if she starts talking trash about me to you again? Honestly, I'm so inclined to block her number sometimes."

Despite all the complaints, Jared failed to notice the faint, unconsciously fond smile on his face. Even he didn't realize how tender he looked when he talked about her.

"I'll go deal with it real quick," he said, brushing past me. "Just stay there and rest. The healer will be here soon!"