Rejected by the Shifter King Read Online Marian Tee

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Right?

My body is still humming, but that only makes me feel...guiltier.

I just...I just feel like we’ve jumped the gun, and everything’s moving too, too fast.

Breathe, Sam, breathe.

I try calming myself down, but all I can suddenly think of is how I’m still wearing his shirt...and nothing else. I feel like crying and wanting the ground to swallow me up as my gaze falls on the torn remnants of my underwear on the floor.

Shame threatens to engulf me, and I end up wrapping my arms around myself as if needing protection from my own thoughts. I try distracting myself by looking around his office, and the first thing I notice is how the entire space seems more designed to serve as a battle room than a billionaire’s workplace.

Honestly, the books on the shelves say it all: Machiavelli’s The Prince, Plato’s The Republic, and you can’t be a future dictator war hero if you don’t have Sun Tzu’s The Art of War, and in Mandarin at that!

I move to another shelf, which showcases what seems like his company’s newest prototypes related to preter science and technology. There’s even this—oh no.

Is that his phone?

I reach for it right away, thinking that I’ll have to look for him and hand it over to Hexius in case of emergencies. But as soon as I look down and see what’s on his screen—

Eleven missed calls...from Brandy?

And a message from the same person: I’m ready to talk.

My chest feels like someone’s wrapped steel bands around it and started tightening. Is this why he left me all of a sudden? Is this why I’m now alone? Is it because he’s with her?

My hip hits the edge of his desk as I accidentally stumble backward, and the next thing I know, something crashes to the floor and shatters—

Why is nothing going my way?

A shimmery kind of mist explodes in the air. It doesn’t smell like anything, but since I also know that’s how cyanide ends up being every killer’s favorite M.O.—

Not good, Sam.

I drop to my knees, frantically trying to gather the pieces, but my hands won’t stop shaking. The label is in French, because of course it is.

Dissimulateur d’Odeur - Usage Professionnel Uniquement.

I think that means this whatchamacallit is for professional use, but other than that, I’m completely clueless.

This is so you, Sam!

Even though my day job requires me to be quick and light on my feet, it’s as if I always lose control of all of my limbs where a certain shifter king is concerned.

I step out of the room while I start rehearsing in my mind how to explain my latest mishap to Hexius. It’s very possible that whatmachallit is another prototype and something I’ll never be able to afford to pay back. But maybe we can work out a deal?

The important thing here is that I’m owing up to what I did. And of course I’m not using this accident as an excuse to search for him and see if he’s alone or he’s with—

Oh.

I’m still in the hallway when my steps slow into a halt. Hexius is in the living room, but he’s not alone. Instead, it’s my worst fears come true. This may be my first time to see the other woman, but I know.

I just know it’s her.

Brandy.

She’s taller than I expected her to be. And more beautiful, too. But even so, there’s still a part of me that stubbornly clings to hope. This doesn’t have to mean anything. For all I know, Brandy’s just here to talk about Alphonse, and—

That’s why she’s suddenly touching his cheeck with her hand?

I think I’ve seen enough.

My whole world feels like it’s spinning off axis as I turn and make my way back to his room. Or maybe...I’m the one out of balance, my whole system out of whack...because I’ve just realized that there’s no way I can compete with Hexius’ first love.

I mean...what’s that thing I often hear people say?

Ah, right.

First love never dies.

And that...sucks.

For me.

But...I’m not going to be bitter.

You can do this, Sam.

My heart might be bleeding right now, but I know I can be happy for them.

In time.

But for now, I just have to go.

Yes, that’s right.

That’s the goal right now, and I focus on this like my life depends on it. His suite is no longer a haven. Instead, I feel like I’m trapped behind enemy lines, and I need to look for the quickest escape route like I’m living out one of the many action flicks I’ve done stunts for.

Focus, Sam. Focus.

I slip back into my old clothes. Analyze the basic layout like it’s a maze to decode. Service corridors. Maintenance access. Secret passages—aha!

There’s a part of me that wans to look back one last time, but I shove this thought away as soon as it occurs.

Just go, Sam! Quickly!


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