<h4>Chapter 197: 197-I Can Do No Wrong!</h4>


    <strong>Rayden:</strong>


    <strong>Few Months Ago:</strong>


    "Ugh!" I groaned as I received another call from Jenny. She was my sweetest mate, but also a little boring.


    "Yeah?" I answered the call, stepping away from my friends. We had received a holiday notification yesterday and decided to celebrate our return home with a good drinking night.


    However, it turned out to be the best night when we spotted that couple in the underground train station.


    We had been debating where to go to do drugs when it was mutually decided that the abandoned station would be the safest choice—no one would catch us there. But I guess what we didst night turned out to be far more thrilling than doing drugs.


    I could still feel my hands on her soft body. My dick stirred in my pants at the thought of being inside her.


    "Where were you all night? Are you with that redheaded bitch?" Jenny’s angry voice pulled me back to reality as she shouted through the phone.


    I rolled my eyes harder. We’d been through this before—her constant ims of feeling betrayed. Last time, I’d managed to lie my way out of it, but if she keptining, her brother might actually hire someone toe after me.


    Neither my friends nor I would like that. We were free spirits, unbound by restrictions, and we despised being scrutinized.


    "I was doing myst practice before the holidays so I coulde and enjoy my time with you," I snapped, using a harsh tone to shut her down.


    The best way to avoid being interrogated is to yell and shut the other person down. It always works.


    "Anyway, I’m not going to answer any more of your questions. Last time, you had me under interrogation for two weeks. I’ve told you already, that was thest time I’d tolerate your disrespectful questioning. I’m an alpha—I’ll be going to battles and doing important things. What will you do with all that pain if you can’t even handle a little difort from me working out?"


    I got off the bed, shirtless, wearing only ck shorts. My friends were still asleep, but I had to get ready and leave because my insecure mate couldn’t stop overthinking her imaginary pain.


    "I want—" Before she could keepining, I cut the call and dressed quickly. As I was heading to my car, I received a text from my friend.


    Fox: Can you go check the area where we left her? I want to make sure she’s dead. It’d be bad if she somehow survived and got a DNA test done.


    I knew why he wanted me to confirm she was dead—it was because of the coward in our group. He’d start panicking if he thought she might still be alive.


    Me: Sure, I’m headed that way. I’ll update you on her situation.


    I lied. I had no intention of returning to the scene of the crime. She had to be dead. We’d had her all night, and I’d watched DID strangle her with his own hands. She didn’t have a wolf—there was no way she survived.


    I nned to go back home to calm down my enraged and disheveled mate. These flings were fun for a night or two, but deep down, I wanted to change for my fated mate. It would take time before I could fullymit to Jenny and be loyal to her, but it was definitely on my bucket list.


    When I returned home, I switched off my phone so I could rest before seeing Jenny. After a few hours of solid sleep, I woke up expecting to see countless missed calls from her. However, I found it odd that I hadn’t received a single one.


    Curious, I checked her profile and realized she had blocked me. That wasn’t a good sign.


    I changed quickly and headed to see my parents. The moment I arrived, I sensed something was terribly wrong.


    "You idiot, what did you do this time?" My father stood in front of me, his expression stern. He didn’t even wee me home or ask me to join them for lunch, though the meal was already served.


    My mother, as usual, didn’t dare defend me in front of him.


    "I don’t know what you’re talking about," I replied, keeping my tone soft and feigning ignorance.


    "You fool, that girl is talking about rejection! What have you done? Don’t you realize how much help her father is giving us to keep this pack from falling apart?" My father’s voice thundered through the room, drilling into me just how crucial it was for Jenny to ept me.


    "She’s talking about rejection?" I asked, stunned. I had expected her to cry, throw a tantrum, or break a few things likest time. Then, eventually, she would have no choice but to move on and return to normal.


    That was the problem. If Jenny reacted this way every time I spent the night with someone else, my life would be unbearable due to my father’s anger .


    "I’ll speak with her," I reassured my father, though I was panicking inside. He wouldn’t hesitate to kick me out of the pack if things went south. And if there was nothing left of our pack because Jenny rejected me, I’d lose everything.


    Our pack’s survival depended heavily on my union with Jenny. Her pack was thriving, while ours was barely holding on. I couldn’t live the life of amoner—I needed to fix this.


    "And make sure you tell her how much you love her. Or else—" My father left the warning unfinished, but his eyes made it clear. Losing all my luxuries would be the ultimate punishment, and I wouldn’t survive it.


    "I will," I nodded, suddenly losing my appetite. I had to see Jenny and convince her parents that she was just insecure and overly sensitive.


    As I drove toward her pack, I couldn’t stop thinking about the girl fromst night. What if she had survived?


    "No! I’m sure she’s dead. And if she’s not, I’ll kill her myself," I muttered determinedly under my breath.