Chapter 89

“Chrystal—” Nate tried again, and I lost count of how many times he had said her name. I held up a hand to stop him.

“That’s all I have to say,” I replied, coldly.

A sad chuckle escaped from her lips. “Wow,” her eyes lifted slightly. “Do you hate me that much? That you would choose a werewolf over me?”

Hate?

“No,” I said, staring her down. “The word hate isn’t strong enough. I despise you beyond words—always have.”

Her face fell at those last words, and so did Nate’s, his gaze dropping to the floor.

The truth was, I didn’t always hate her. We had some good times, once. But she needed to hear it, needed to understand that there was no going back, no room for her in my life—not now, not ever.

Seeing her break, just like she had broken Puppy satisfied me. I wanted her to feel it, the weight of the consequences of hurting the one I cared about.

Still satisfied, I left her dorm. As soon as I opened the door, a few girls in the hallway