Taming the Stubborn Alpha: His Tears Were Fake, But His Love Was Real Chapter 08

Taming the Stubborn Alpha: His Tears Were Fake, But His Love Was Real Chapter 08

I was genuinely furious. 

Was it really that hard? Just admitting he liked me? 

Even the comments couldn’t stand it anymore. 

[Dude’s really gonna keep that mouth shut until she 

walks out the door.] 

[He’s really a problem.] 

[He’s gonna lose her at this rate. And then he’s gonna 

be the one crying about it.] 

Exactly. Lose me and maybe then he’d finally get his 

act together. Let’s see who else would wanna put up 

with his ass. 

I was so angry I felt like I was about to explode. I took a 

shower and went to bed. 

I woke up again sometime in the middle of the night. 

A soft breathing sound was right beside me, and it 

startled me awake. 

In the silent darkness, a man was sitting at the edge of 

the bed with his back turned to me. 

His tall frame looked like a dark shadow I couldn’t 

quite make out. 

He must’ve heard me gasp, because he turned around. 

Those deep blue eyes of his were glowing–way too 

bright for this kind of dark. 

“What are you doing?” I asked. 

I tried to sit up. That’s when I felt it. My hands. My feet. 

Restrained. 

Cold metal. The chains rattled as I jerked against them. 

The light clicked on. I squinted against the sudden brightness–and then I saw them. 

Golden cuffs locked around my wrists and ankles, 

connected by golden chains that were tied to the four 

corners of the bed. 

He’d chained me to the bed. 

“Evander! What the fuck?! Let go of me! Now!” I 

shouted. 

He didn’t even flinch. Just leaned down and cupped my 

face in his hands. 

His fingertips were ice cold. I flinched. 

He paused for a moment, then lowered his head and kissed my cheek again and again. 

“No,” he said softly. “If I let you go, you’ll just run off 

again.” 

His voice was muffled, laced with something 

dangerously possessive. 

So he did have this side of him. And I’d never even seen 

it coming. 

“Where the hell would I even go? Let me go!” 

“No. I’m not letting you go.” 

He pulled me even tighter into his arms, as if he 

wanted to fuse me into his body. 

And then I felt it. Something cold against my neck. His 

tears. 

“You said you liked me! It was all a lie!” 

“Just because the match rating’s only ninety percent, 

you’re throwing me away!” 

“You–you bastard! You stole my heart! Made me fall 

for you!” 

“And now you’re just gonna abandon me?!” 

“I’ll never forgive you! Never!” 

My hands went still. Somewhere in between all those 

choked sobs, I caught it. Something important. 

“What did you just say? Say it again.” 

“You’re a bastard!” 

“Not that. The next part.” 

“You’re abandoning me!” 

“No. Before that.”