Taming the Stubborn Alpha: His Tears Were Fake, But His Love Was Real Chapter 06

Taming the Stubborn Alpha: His Tears Were Fake, But His Love Was Real Chapter 06

Evander kept me tangled up with him for three straight days, from the bedroom to the bathroom, and back again. 

A shifter in heat was restless beyond belief. 

Over and over, he’d lock me in his arms, lean in close, 

and demand I swear I only wanted him. 

If I didn’t say it, he cried. 

His tears fell against my chest, onto the sheets, everywhere. 

At one point, I genuinely felt like I might drown in 

them. 

And even while he was whimpering, he was holding on even tighter. 

At this rate, I was honestly worried he might faint one day from dehydration. 

Finally, three days later, his heat came to an end. 

As I got up to get dressed, Evander sat on the bed wrapped tightly in the blanket, utterly lost. 

Now that he had calmed down, everything from the past three days must have come rushing back. Especially the way he had begged. 

His world had probably just collapsed. 

I turned around, with one hand on my aching lower 

back, and stared at the blanket burrito in silence for a long beat. 

“So, uh…” 

“Get out.” His voice was muffled. 

If I pulled the blanket away, I would probably find his 

ears flushed red. 

“Alright.” I nodded and picked up my coat, then 

walked out without hesitation. 

He definitely hadn’t seen that coming. 

The moment the bedroom door closed, I heard soft, 

stifled sobs from inside. 

The comments popped up again. 

[Girl, you still don’t get it? With a guy like him, ‘no‘ 

means ‘yes‘ and ‘get out‘ means ‘stay.‘] 

[Right after heat, they’re actually really sensitive. They 

need someone to stick around. Comfort them. It’s like… 

aftercare.] 

[He’s just sitting there now. Seems like he’s replaying. 

Thinking about her walking out like that. And he’s 

quietly falling apart.” 

I squinted at the comments. Then I went downstairs 

anyway. 

The second my butt hit the living room sofa, my phone 

started buzzing. 

[Miss Hartwell, have you told Mr. Thornton about the match rating yet?] 

[If you are unsure how to bring it up, we can inform Mr. 

Thornton directly.] 

I stared at the message for a long time before finally 

typing a reply. 

[Go ahead.] 

I didn’t think we would actually get divorced. And I 

didn’t care much about that five percent difference. But 

Evander still deserved to know. 

Right as I hit send, footsteps sounded from the stairs. 

Evander came down, fully dressed now. His gaze 

flickered when he spotted me. 

He stood there hesitating forever–and right when he finally opened his mouth, his phone went off. 

As he answered the call, his face grew paler and paler. 

He looked at me, his eyes filled with panic and 

disbelief. 

Whoever was on the other end kept talking, but I just 

looked down at my own phone. 

The Bureau of Supernatural Control had sent another 

message. 

The young lion wanted to meet me. They asked if I was willing. 

I raised an eyebrow. 

Looking at the man standing across from me, his face drained of color, a wicked thought crept into my mind. 

Sure. Why not meet him? 

I stood up and started toward the door. 

I’d barely made it two steps before his voice stopped 

1. me. 

“Where are you going?” 

Evander had already hung up. He looked at me, panic 

written all over his face. 

“The Bureau said they wanted to talk to me.” 

“You’re not going!” His voice broke as he rushed 

forward and grabbed my wrist. 

“Cressida, you’re not going! If you walk out that door, I 

swear to God I’ll kill myself right here!” 

His grip tightened, his eyes filled with desperation. 

“Cressida. Please. Don’t go.” 

“I need to tell you something. About what just 

happened-” 

“I already know.” I cut him off. 

“What did you say?” 

He stared at me in disbelief, his grip on my wrist 

tightening even more. 

“The Bureau contacted me three days ago.” 

I glanced at the time, already losing patience. 

“Look, I know you’ve always wanted a divorce. Fine. I’ll 

give you that.” 

“But before we do this, you could at least let me line up 

my next match first.” 

I lifted my phone slightly, showing him the chat with 

the Bureau. 

The second his eyes landed on that screen, his whole 

face went dark. His grip went slack–just enough. 

I turned and walked away. 

Behind me, he stood in the living room, gloom 

radiating from him. 

Above his head, the comments buzzed with excitement. 

[Welp. There it is. The divorce you wanted.] 

[He’s losing it, right? She just agreed to a divorce. Why 

not smiling? LOL] 

[Dude’s tears? A flood.]