Taming the Stubborn Alpha: His Tears Were Fake, But His Love Was Real Chapter 07

Taming the Stubborn Alpha: His Tears Were Fake, But His Love Was Real Chapter 07

The second I was out the door, a smug little smile 

spread across my face. 

The meeting place was a restaurant. 

He was already there when I showed up. 

His name was Caleb Foster. 

The moment he saw me, he broke into a bright smile, 

revealing a row of white teeth. 

He looked like an excited puppy with an invisible 

wagging tail. 

The comments appeared. 

[No one warned me the lion was this hot. Total golden 

retriever boyfriend vibes.] 

[If I’d met a guy like him back in school, I would’ve 

chased him for years. No breaks.] 

[Girl’s got the broody, cold wolf at home and now this 

sunshine lion here. How is she supposed to pick?] 

[Kids pick one. Adults take both.] 

I nearly spat out my water. 

These commenters had zero chill. 

At first, I was a bit reserved since it was our first 

meeting, but Caleb was very outgoing. 

It didn’t take long before we were talking like old 

friends. 

“I heard you got matched with a hundred percent. 

before.” 

“Honestly? I was shocked. That kind of rating is almost 

unheard of.” 

“I thought you hit the jackpot. Didn’t see this 

coming…” 

He trailed off, but I knew exactly what he was getting 

1. at. A system error. 

“So what’s your plan? Just so you know…” 

He propped his chin on his hand and shot me a playful wink. “…I’m still single.” 

I set down my coffee cup and smiled at him. 

“I’m not planning on a divorce. Not right now.” 

“You are serious?” 

“Of course. Five percent doesn’t change anything for me.” 

“Until Evander looks me in the eye and asks for a divorce himself, I’m not going anywhere.” 

And more importantly, I was waiting for the day he would confess to me. 

“Well, that is a shame.” 

He stirred his coffee, muttering something about what a pity it was. 

But his face didn’t say disappointed. If anything, he looked… relieved. 

It looked like he wasn’t very fond of the Bonding System either. 

We didn’t stick around much longer. Everything that needed saying had been said. I headed home. 

When I arrived, Evander was still sitting in the living 

room. 

It was a cloudy day, yet he hadn’t turned on the lights. The curtains were all drawn shut, making the room 

dim and heavy. 

At the sound of the door opening, he looked straight at 

1. me. His expression was unreadable. 

In front of him was the match rating report. Freshly 

printed. 

“I thought… you wouldn’t come back anymore.” 

His eyes were fixed on me, shimmering with moisture. 

As I walked closer, he lowered his gaze to the report 

again. 

“Fated mates… it is all fake…” 

“Liars…” 

He closed his eyes in pain, his voice filled with 

sarcasm, like a lost young beast. 

I wasn’t sure how to comfort him. 

“I mean… ninety percent is still pretty high.” 

And it was true. 

Plenty of people wound up with match ratings in the 

low eighties–which was already considered solid. 

Ninety was nothing to sneeze at. 

But that only seemed to make it worse. 

His eyes turned red instantly, and tears fell. 

“No… no, it is not high at all… I didn’t even reach 

ninety–five…” 

He shook his head frantically. His hands were shaking. 

“You care that much about it? Why?” 

I turned to look at him. 

His whole body went rigid. He lifted his head and met my eyes. His lips moved. 

I waited. And the longer I waited, the more the hope in 

my eyes just… died out. 

In the end, he still didn’t say anything. 

I knew it. 

“Hah.” I could feel my blood pressure spiking. 

I got up and headed upstairs. Didn’t look back once.