Tasting All My Mates

363-I Want Rejection

"So where are you going?" he asked, blocking my way when I tried walking past him.

"You don't listen to me, do you?" I asked, my eyes spitting out complaints. He had been doing this for some time, and I ignored it, thinking maybe he

needed some time. But it’s been weeks now that he’s been giving me the cold shoulder and accusing me of not paying attention.

"What?" He frowned in bewilderment.

"I was yammering my ass out to you in the morning for an hour. I told you all about my plans, but you didn't listen to a word.

And then I get all the heat from you,” I scoffed, saying the truth. Even his changing expressions were a sign that he understood that he was the problem here.

"I might have zoned out,” Lazio threw an excuse in my face while he would have reacted completely differently if I did the same.

"And you were giving me shit for not sharing anything with you," I said, not carrying much energy in my tone. The weather has gotten bad in a few minutes. Something was off, but maybe it was due to the fact that it's been more than a month since I lost Thiago.

"Ohl! So you only shared a piece of your life with me because you wanted to make a point?" Just when I expected him to understand, Lazio took another turn.

like I'm a walking curse.” I yelled as the hidden anger inside me began to

not you, it is the magic—,” he pressed his lips tightly to avoid saying more, but I

growing inside me ever since I heard what my mother

only helped her use the

at you, defending your precious powers,” he scoffed as if to

the light of your mate,” I muttered as

mean?” the anger from his face vanished. His eyebrows drew closer,

I nodded when talking in a broken voice. It was

after your mother broke me,” he said,

say it, but all the mistreatment

of your powers?" he

subject, but the alpha ego in

mean by the insecurity in me?" he let out a scoff, laughing hysterically while running a

I whispered, giving

what you think, I cannot change your mind. I am tired of you always telling me that you feel belittled whenever I do what I wish to do as if that is such a bad thing. Everybody is allowed to do what they desire. I don't want to follow your

me," Lazio gasped. “Did you ever find anything good in me, or have I only been a terrible mate to

wrong with me," I yelled in tears. The loudness of the wind and our breaths were getting out of hand. Everything seemed to be rushing fast. He was aggressively walking back and forth, running a hand through his hair, and grunting