Chapter 382
Gavin’s POV
I turned to glare at Daisy.
“What the hell are you doing here, Daisy?” I asked, my tone gruff and annoyed. I was still confused about my interaction with Judy and not in the mood to deal with Daisy right now.
She frowned at me, folding her arms across her chest as she narrowed her eyes.
“I thought we had a nice time last night. I wanted to see if we could watch the competition together?” She asked, a bit taken aback by my harsh and aggravated tone.
“I’m watching it with the other Lycans,” I said, my eyes narrowed. “Last night was only dinner. There wasn’t anything more to it. Don’t overthink it.”
I started to walk away, but she grabbed my arm, making my wolf snarl from her touch. She quickly pulled her hand back, her eyes wide as she stared into my eyes.
“You never used to be like this before,” she said, folding her arms across her chest.
“A lot has changed,” I told her. “I’m not going to continue entertaining you.”
With that, I turned and walked back towards the arena. As I stepped outside, my eyes immediately found Judy who was with her friend Tabby. She looked upset and Tabby was watching her warily. My chest tightened; she wasn’t focused, so she could lose this competition. She was also stubborn, so she wasn’t going to surrender easily. It meant that there was a good chance she could get hurt during this final competition… or worse.
I just wish I knew why she was so pissed off about me having dinner with Daisy. It’s not like anything happened between us. It’s not like I brought Daisy back to the room and fucked her and then immediately went to Judy and fuck her. I wouldn’t do something that gross. My relationship with Daisy wasn’t her concern, but if it directly impacted her in any way, of course I would have told her sooner.
She was the only one I was sleeping with; the only one I cared to sleep with right now. My wolf agreed with my inner monologue; she was the only one he would allow to touch us without growling. That’s only happened twice in my life; once with my late wife, and the other with someone I’d spent a long time trying to forget.
“I’d watch your back,” Mica said as he stepped beside me, his eyes following mine to Judy. “I saw Levi talking to her earlier. I think he’s trying to convince her to join his Elite force.”
My jaw tightened and a low growl emerged from my lips. I tried to suppress the fury and rage building inside me, but I knew it was palpable to those around me and those who aren’t.
Judy wasn’t going to be working with Levi, and I’ll do everything in my power to keep that from happening. I didn’t bother responding to Mica, I went across the arena and towards my chair, preparing for the finale to start all while keeping my eyes locked on Judy. If I catch any sign of Levi snooping around her, I will step in between them and make sure it’s the last thing he ever does.
Judy’s POV
“Are you sure you got this?” Tabby asked for the hundredth time, assessing my face.
I nodded; I appreciated her concern, but I was going to be just fine. It didn’t matter that my heart was shattered, this only drove purpose.
The arna filled up quickly; Nan arrived with Chester, Irene, and Matt. They sat near the Lycan chairs, Irene directly behind Gavin. She leaned forward to say something to her and he nodded thoughtfully. Her eyes flashed to me, and she gave me a warm smile with a wave. It was weird being her friend again after months of hostility and plotting. Buti was glad we made it back to this point. I waved at Matt who was eagerly watching me, waving both hands in the air for me, making a small smile tip the corner of my lips. The first real smile I had since last night.
“There she is,” Tabby said, nudging me. “And it only took a 7-year-old.”
I shrugged.
“What can I say? I’m a sucker for adorable faces.”
She chuckles and pats me on the back.
“We got this,” she said softly. I nodded in agreement, repeating her words and feeling the weight of them on my tongue.
As the buzzer sounded, indicating everyone to silence for the announcer, my heart skipped a beat. I truly needed to focus, or else I could lose. The last one standing wins the competition. There were about 20 of us left and it was going to be a mosh pit of fighting. The weaponry was open, which meant we could use any weapon; we could also shift if we wanted, or not. Nothing was off limits this round and that was terrifying.