He Wants to Buy My Heart—But It’s Not for Sale Chapter 03

He Wants to Buy My Heart—But It’s Not for Sale Chapter 03

Delphine sneered.

“I said it. Your mother deserved to die—”

Before she could finish, I slapped her across the face.

My claws, forced out by rage, cut across her cheek.

Delphine covered her face and froze for one second.

Then she grabbed my hair and slammed my head into the wall.

The world spun.

I clutched my mother’s urn to my chest and almost laughed.

Look at this.

A mistress dared to attack the Luna inside the packhouse.

All because my Alpha mate, Thayer Blackthorn, had taught her she could.

Delphine noticed the urn in my arms.

“What’s that? Why are you holding it so tight? Did you steal something from the pack?”

Then she reached for it, deliberately cruel.

Her claws came out, digging into my arms as she tried to tear the urn from me.

Just then, Thayer walked out of the bathroom. His brows pulled tight as he yanked us apart.

Delphine’s arrogance vanished. She pointed at the mark on her face and burst into tears.

“Thayer, she hit me! She even tried to smash that ugly little urn over my head!”

Thayer’s face darkened.

It was as if he could not see the blood Delphine had drawn from my arms.

“Selah. Apologize.”

Pain stole the breath from my lungs, but I forced back the tears gathering in my eyes.

“Over my dead body.”

Thayer’s hand shot up toward my face.

I lifted my chin.

I knew he would not hit me.

And he did not.

Instead, he tore my mother’s urn from my arms.

Then he raised it high and slammed it against the floor.

I threw myself forward, but I was too late.

A loud crack split through the room.

Something inside my chest tore open.

I crawled to the shattered urn, a broken sound ripping from my throat.

My mother’s final words flashed again and again in my mind.

“Selah, sever the bond with Thayer. I only want you to be happy.”

So what had my stubbornness bought me after three years of staying bonded to him?

Nothing but another blade through the heart.

My eyes were red, but I could not shed a single tear.

All I could do was helplessly gather the broken pieces of the urn.

Then Thayer lifted his foot and stepped directly on my mother’s ashes.

I lost control.

I pounded against his leg with both fists.

“Move!”

“Get away from her!”

Thayer did not budge.

Above me, he laughed coldly.

“It’s just some ugly box from God knows where. Is this really worth breaking down over?”

“Look at yourself. How are you any different from a lunatic?”

Delphine looped her arm through his and pouted.

“Thayer, she slapped me. Breaking some box is letting her off too easily.”

Thayer’s voice turned indulgent.

“What do you want, then?”

“Ten slaps,” she said. “I want payback.”

Thayer smiled.

Then his voice turned cold, each word dropping into my ears like stone.

“Selah. You heard her. Delphine wants to feel better.”

I raised my head and stared at him with bloodshot eyes.

He paused.

Then the corner of his mouth curved.

“Is it that serious? When was the last time you cried? And now you’re crying over a box?”

Only then did I realize my face was wet with tears.

Thayer crouched down and brushed his thumb beneath my eye.

His touch was gentle.

His tone was arrogant.

“Name your price,” he said. “I’ll buy the box.”