I Traded My Wolves for a Cold-Blooded Serpent, But Why is He Always Hitting on Me Chapter 12

I Traded My Wolves for a Cold-Blooded Serpent, But Why is He Always Hitting on Me Chapter 12

At the airport, my fake husband called.

His voice was ice. “Come back and marry me.”

I couldn’t help it. I laughed out loud.

“What’s so funny?!” He snapped.

I said slowly. “You’re not worth it.”

I blocked him too. Oops, forgot one. I didn’t think he’d be this delusional.

I waited for my flight when a shadow fell over me.

I smiled: “There you are.”

I looked up.

Stared into John’s eyes.

Me: “…?”

John smirked: “That face? Disappointed? Who did you think was coming?”

I told the truth: “Serpentes.”

John sneered: “You picked the wrong guy. He’s not coming.”

I nodded, calm.

John sat next to me: “Didn’t think you had it in you to run. I really thought you’d-”

I cut him off: “Leave me alone.”

John froze. He ground his teeth.

“Where are you going?” He asked, unusually calm.

“None of your business.”

“You-

I stood up suddenly, staring at him: “Where are Jay and Jacob?”

John scoffed: “You still care about them?”

She married for love, but he

I said slowly: “Did they stop Serpentes?”

John’s face went white.

Then I saw Serpentes.

He strode toward me, a scab on his forehead, cuts on his neck, rage in every step. When he reached me, I smelled thick

blood.

“Y-you okay?”

John snarled: “What did you do to them?!”

Serpentes leaned in, resting his chin on my shoulder, one arm loose around my waist.

A cold embrace.

“I asked you a question!” John tried to pull him away.

Sergentes smiled eerily: “Wouldn’t you be happy if something happened to them?”

I froze.

Jay and Jacob were his brothers. Why would he be glad if they were hurt?

John’s Adam’s apple bobbed. He repeated: “Where are they?”

Serpentes: “Don’t know. But they’re probably dying.”

Chills ran down my spine.

I jumped.

John didn’t leave like I thought he would.

He stared at us: “You two are leaving together?”

I asked: “Isn’t it obvious?”

“Why him?” John’s veins popped on his forehead.

I said: “Ella gave him to me. I’m his master now.”

John. Then you’re still my-”

I cut him off: “You belong to Ella now. Remember?”

“You gave me to her. John’s voice shook.

She married for love, but he wed her to save his first love. Heartbroken, she

I laughed: “I heard every word you said in the living room. You loved Ella so much. I was just giving you what you wanted. And now you’re mad?”

“…You heard us?” John’s voice cracked.

I didn’t want to argue anymore.

I pulled Serpentes and walked away.

John tried to follow. Airport security stopped him- I’d called them ahead