Lycan King's Nemesis
Chapter 81

**GWEN**

"H-how did you know about him?"

"About the man you cheated on me with?" "Ashton!"

He smacked his hands together, stood up and in a flash, grabbed me by my forearm and ripped me off the couch. I struggled but he didn't yield as he proceeded to the bed and pushed me on. I bounced off to a sitting pushing, my heart pulsating. How did he know about Julian?

Does he know about my pack? Is he digging into my profile or what?

While my head swirled with questions, he strolled off to the table and grabbed a bottle of oil. The main bottle of my lavender. He went on one knee once more, pouring a little portion into his palm and rubbing them together. "I told you to answer my questions."

"I-I don't know what you are talking about."

"Oh..." He clutched my right leg and yanked forward. I winced, eliciting a mild cry. It was so painful.

"You know that day when I heard you say his name in your sleep, I really didn't care. I knew werewolves are not trustworthy, and knew how much a light skirt you can be. I thought whoever he might be, you would not bring him into my territory. But over the weeks, seeing as you keep frolicking around that mutt called Tyler, I am assured that you can't stay a minute without the attention of a man." "Ashton, Tyler is your sis_"

"A werewolf believes they can have whoever they want. Does my sister even know what a bad friend you are?"

"She knows I'm not like that." Tears chugged in my throat. Gone was the sensation that built from his massage. I was burning with fury inside of me for him.

He chuckled mirthlessly. "How many men can satisfy you, Gwendolyn? Because there is Julian, and now my poor sister's mate, Tyler. Who else?"

"Get away from me!" I hit him with the sole of my feet, rambling up the bed. I took a pillow and placed it between my lap, shaking in sobs. "You are a monster."

"You wore this dress to seduce him. Isn't it?" I couldn't look at him. "So shameless! That was why you insisted on chaperoning them. You can't bear staying a moment without him."

"I am not like you!" I screamed at the top of my lungs.

"Yet you have so many men around you."

How am I to tell him Julian was the love of my life taken from me by my sister and the very reason I'm suffering in his hands presently? He couldn't even ask before judging me! "You are going to remain in here until I say otherwise."

I was off the bed in a flash, reaching the door. He was there before me. He grabbed my wrist and ripped me off, taking me back to the room. "You will not disobey me." "I want out. I don't want anymore, Ashton. Please, leave me alone."

He paused, red splotches scattered on his face by now. How come he was this and at me? "What did you just say?"

"I say you win. I can't do this anymore. I want to leave."

He started laughing hysterically. Of course, he would be happy. I am giving him what he wants. "You think after everything you have done, you can leave like that?"

"Was that not what you wanted? Oh, you want rejection. Fine, I will rej_"

"You will not dare, little wolf. That time is gone. You had all the time in the world but you refused. In the middle of the games, do you think you can escape? Because I've caught you in your lies? I finally have evidence and now..."

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"YOU ARE SICK, Ashton." Tears were pouring from my eyes. "You are very sick and you need help. I don't know what the former woman in your life did to you, but I am not going to continue suffering for it. You are driving me mad!" "Don't you dare say that again?"

"I want out, please..." I broke down, falling to the ground. "I am too young to go through this, Ashton. I am so broken."

He didn't say a thing for a while I thought he was going to agree, but then he fell beside me, sitting away from me, and when I looked at him, he had his hand over his face.

"Let's just stop this. You despise me. I can leave, I swear I will leave your palace."

He didn't say a thing.

I staggered forth away from him in the direction of the bed and fell on it. My body was shaking, with pain from my injury, pain from heartbreak and finally realization of what I had just done. If I left my mate, where would I go to go? I have nowhere to go. I was angry at him. I shouldn't have said that.

Nevertheless, I must agree that I needed space away from Ashton. I was going mad. And if I stay with him longer than this, coupled with all the darkness swirling around me, I might land in a critical state. A psychiatric perhaps.

I had planned for tonight. To go to him and strike a deal with him over Abby leaving the palace. Now, things were ruined. I can't even help myself, how can I help another?

When he left wordlessly, I didn't stop him.

I cried so hard, I cried until my body was weightless, and I couldn't feel my face. I didn't even bulge when Kora came in. I continued to cry.

She left and I hurried to look at my door, sliding down to cry some more. Finally, what I feared the most was happening to me. I was leaving the palace for good.

There was a knock. I ignored. I sniffed and pushed off the door, making my way to the bed to lie down. I folded myself into my duvet and wept harder.

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"Gwen, please open the door. We can talk about it, please," Abby beckoned, and I drummed her out of my head.

This is meaningless. My husband hates me, I can't bear him children. So what's the point? Even if Ashton later turned around to love me. When he found out I couldn't bear him children he was bound to hate me anew.

I have to leave this palace. Anywhere but here. Anywhere but close to Ashton. He can live the rest of his life mourning a woman who dumped me years ago possibly happy with another man somewhere while he withered away in bitterness. "Gwen..."

I assume along the line, I spaced out. The next time I woke up, I heard a voice, and everywhere was dead silent. My eyes felt puffy and my body felt like I'd been overrun by a trailer.

I struggled up and wobbled to the window and pushed the blinds open to let in air. It was stifling in here. Cricket sounds were louder tonight as a result of tiny showers that might have occurred while I was asleep.

I went back to the wardrobe brought out a bag and began pushing as many things as I could into it. From my clothes to my shows and the rest. The bag was full to the brim when I finished. I zipped it and carried it to the other of my window they faced the backyard. But in his time the guards would be at the front of the house. So, I dumped it.

Closing back the window, I went to soak myself in a warm bath. I stayed there a long time to calm my anxiety. Later when I glanced in the mirror I was shocked at the image that greeted me. It was an eye out.

I looked five if not ten years older than my real age. I was so unhappy. Tears pricked the corners of my eyes which I warded off and dressed up in my training garters and if back into the covers after I made sure to set the alarm at 5.

It didn't take long I closed my eyes, and the alarm went off. I left the bed hurriedly and put on my shoes.

I left my room and jogged out. The guards who saw would think I was going out for my morning training. They were used to seeing me most of the time. Thank goodness 'Mousy' was not at the front door.

Instead of running for the gate, I diverted in the direction of the backyard. Once at the first window, I took off to where my bag sat frozen with snow, picked it and into the forest I went.

I circled the palace with my bag until I emerged at the front that led to the gate and then when I got there, the guards looked at my bag uneasily. I smiled. "When the King asks, tell him I left for the arena early. I need to train." I showed them the bag. It wasn't that big so they easily opened the gate and there came my freedom.

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