Aysel: Another Discarded Item

Despite not wanting to get irritated, I feel exactly the same – irritated, annoyed, and kind of betrayed. He never said we were exclusive. He never said that I was the one for him, instead, he had told the opposite, so why am I so angry? Why am I feeling like a cheated-on wife?

I scoff at my own thoughts.

‘Let’s go for a run?’ Amai says

‘Yeah, that will be better,’ I sigh.

I glance at my phone because I keep doing that today, just thinking if there’ll be any call from the alpha, but there’s none, not even a text, informing me that he will be leaving for the meeting with Sarah.

I turn off the device in anger and leave the room.

The run proves to be a good one because it renders me with energy and less resentment. I come back by mid-afternoon. My stomach growls as I trudge my way to my room. Somehow despite the acute sense of feeling starved, I don’t want to eat.

What is wrong with me?

‘You are catching feelings,’ Amaia says matter-of-factly.

I gulp, not responding or arguing with her c