He Wants to Buy My Heart—But It’s Not for Sale Chapter 06

He Wants to Buy My Heart—But It’s Not for Sale Chapter 06

After I left the hospital, Beta Ansel reported it to Thayer.

Thayer’s first thought was simple.

I had gone home.

But when he returned to Blackthorn Lodge, I did not come out to greet him like before.

There was no dinner waiting for him.

Panic flickered through his chest.

He called Ansel at once.

“Didn’t you say the Luna was discharged? Why isn’t she home?”

“Alpha, I said she left the hospital. I didn’t say she went home.”

“Then where could she have gone? Her mother is still in the hospital—”

Before he could finish, Ansel’s voice turned shocked.

“Alpha, the Luna’s mother passed away four days ago. You didn’t know?”

Thayer could not believe what he was hearing.

“Why didn’t anyone tell me something that important?”

His voice rose out of his control.

On the other end, Ansel sounded innocent.

—

“I tried to call you, but you were at Delphine’s prenatal appointment.
You said no one was allowed to disturb you.”

Thayer finally remembered.

At the time, he really had been at Delphine’s prenatal appointment.

When Ansel mind-linked him again and again, he assumed I was making trouble at the hospital, so he cut the link every time.

Only now did he understand.

What he had cut off was not the mind-link.

It was the love between us.

He thought of the ugly little urn he had smashed without asking what it was.

He thought of my abnormal behavior over the past few days.

He thought of the single dollar I had asked for.

A sudden panic slammed into his chest.

He held his head and slowly crouched down.

But soon, he told himself I was only throwing a tantrum.

Everyone knew I loved him more than my own life.

We were mates blessed by the Moon Mother.

Back when the pack was just starting out and drowning in debt, creditors had stormed Blackthorn Lodge and held a knife to my throat.

—

Even then, I never told them where he was.

So now, I would never truly leave him either.

“Right. Selah only ran away from home. She doesn’t really want to leave me.”

Thayer muttered to himself, then slowly stood.

Soon, he looked certain again.

Just then, his phone rang.

He thought it was me and answered immediately, his voice urgent.

“Selah, when are you coming back? I’ll come get you.”

He had forgotten.

I only mind-linked him.

That was what made us bound mates.

So the voice that answered was not mine.

It was Delphine’s soft, clingy voice.

“Thayer, when are you coming to stay with me? I’m so scared. What if Selah comes to hurt me and the baby? Come protect me, please…”

Thayer’s expression froze.

His hand fell weakly to his side.

Only then did he realize how wrong he had been.

My mother was dead.

—

And he had truly believed I would go after Delphine and her unborn child.

I had already been grieving like that, and he still smashed my mother’s urn because of Delphine.

How ridiculous.

How absurd.

Ever since I refused to sever the bond and decided to stay locked in battle with him, Thayer had acted as if he had been handed one free pass after another.

Again and again, he trampled all over my love.

His mistresses came one after another.

I became the joke of the pack more times than I could count.

The more I broke down, the more he believed I could not live without him.

Even if we destroyed each other, he thought I would never leave.

Now I really had left.

And Thayer refused to believe it.

On the phone, Delphine kept crying.

“Thayer, please come stay with me. I’m really scared.”

Thayer pulled himself together.

His voice softened.

—

“Okay. I’m coming.”

He kept his word and immediately drove to the lake house he had bought for Delphine.

The moment the door opened, Delphine rushed into his arms, eager and needy.

Before, whenever Thayer came here, he felt relaxed, free, even happy.

For the first time, he felt at a loss.

For once, he did not know how to hold her.

He did not know how to respond to Delphine’s enthusiasm.

For some reason, he thought of me.

How long had it been since we last hugged?

The last time had been when we lost the child.

Thayer had held me then, his warm lips pressed against my forehead, his voice so gentle it almost sounded like the old him.

“It’s okay, Selah. We can have another baby.”

I hated him.

But I had still craved that embrace.

I was sobbing against his chest when I saw a bright lipstick stain on his shirt collar.

Then, in his pocket, I found another woman’s underwear.