When Love Steps Aside

When we were about to head to the amusement park, my Beta boyfriend, Drew, brought along a woman and her daughter.

There happened to be one seat short in the car.

Drew told me to get out and give my seat to the two of them.

“Laura has a kid with her. Let them go first. I’ll come back for you later,” he said.

I calmly stepped out and watched as the car slowly pulled away from the pack.

Three hours later, they arrived at the amusement park for the fireworks and feast.

When a friend asked Drew why he still hadn’t come back to get me, Drew was patiently helping Laura light a giant firework. He wasn’t in a rush at all and even said, “It’ll be fine if I pick Sienna up later. She won’t mind. I’ll coax her a bit, and she’ll stop being mad.”

Anger only worked on people who cared about someone. My dad, mom, and brother never cared, and now, not even Drew cared anymore.

It was time for me to leave for good.

The moment Drew brought Laura and her daughter, Anne, along, I knew today wasn’t going to go smoothly.

Laura was in a beautiful white dress. She held Anne’s hand as they walked toward us.

“Sienna, Drew told me you personally invited me on this trip. Thank you so much!”

Laura smiled gently, but there was a clear look of challenge in her eyes.

She knew perfectly well I would never have invited her.

Drew loaded her luggage into the trunk and opened the rear door, only to freeze in place.

Two unfamiliar young werewolves were already sitting in the empty seats.

One of Drew’s friends scratched his head awkwardly and said, “Sorry, Drew. These are my two younger brothers. They joined at the last minute. I didn’t know you were bringing guests.”

Drew’s expression darkened. He didn’t say a word. The friend quickly stepped forward to make his brothers leave, but Laura stopped him.

“They’re at the age when they would enjoy a trip like this. Don’t make them leave.”

Laura lowered her head slightly.

“In that case, Anne and I won’t go. I hope you all have a great trip,” she said solemnly.

She started to walk away, but after just a few steps, she turned back and looked at Drew.

“Drew, Anne was really looking forward to the fireworks at the amusement park. Since we can’t go, could you at least send her some photos and videos of the fireworks later?”

Drew hesitated. Then, seeing the hopeful look in little Anne’s eyes, he seemed to make up his mind. He walked over to my side of the car, opened the door, and dragged me out.

“Sienna, there aren’t enough seats, and Laura has her daughter with her. Just let them go first. I’ll come back for you later, alright?”

My eyes went wide open. I couldn’t believe that he was really going to leave me by the road.

He turned away, avoiding my gaze, and said firmly, “There’s no time to get another car. Be good and just wait here a while. I’ll be back soon.”

Maybe I looked too pitiful, because the two young werewolves got out of the car too. Their eyes were filled with sympathy and a touch of guilt.

“Sienna, you take the seat. We’ll stay behind,” one of them said.

I looked straight into Drew’s eyes, hoping to see just a flicker of hesitation.

But his gaze was calm and indifferent. It was as if it didn’t matter whether I stayed or the two young werewolves stayed.

I lowered my head to hide my hurt feelings and quietly grabbed my suitcase.

“You all go ahead. It’s fine.”

I gently pushed the two young werewolves back into the car and stepped aside with my luggage.

Before they drove off, Laura, holding Anne, waved smugly at me.

Through the window, I saw Drew’s profile. He didn’t even glance back at me.

It was as if the person being kicked out was just some unimportant stranger.

During the three-hour ride to the amusement park, Laura posted ten updates on her Instagram, including scenery along the way and Drew’s handsome profile while driving.

In the comments, someone asked, “Laura, is that your mate? He’s so hot!”

Laura didn’t respond. She just posted an emoji of embarrassment.

Halfway through, Drew called me once. He told me to stay right where I was and wait for him to come back.

But the sun was scorching. My skin started to burn under the heat. It wouldn't be long before I became dehydrated and exhausted.

Still, I didn’t say a word. I even agreed.

That was because I wanted to see if Drew would actually keep his promise.