Chapter 6
“Don’t be like that, Sophia,” Ethan said, sounding desperate. “Breaking the mate bond was just… it was a spur–of–the–moment thing. We can re…”
“Restart what?” I looked at him coldly.
“Start over.” Ethan took a deep breath. “Today’s mate ceremony doesn’t count. Me and Vivian, that was just to keep the pack members calm. You’re the one who really matters.”
Vivian’s eyes widened. “Ethan, what are you saying?”
“Vivian,” Ethan turned to her, his tone stern, “go apologize to Sophia. Apologize for screwing everything up.”
“Why should I apologize?” Vivian shot back, her voice shrill. “I tried my best!”
“Tried your best?” Ethan fumed. “Your ‘best‘ almost destroyed the entire pack! Now apologize, or all those designer jewels and limited–edition handbags are going back!”
Hearing “designer jewels,” I couldn’t help but sneer.
I remembered three years ago, I’d wanted a simple white gold necklace, three thousand dollars. I wanted to buy it for our mate anniversary.
What did Ethan say then?
“Sophia, now’s not the time to be spending money. The pack’s finances are tight; we need to plan for the future.”
“It’s only three thousand dollars, take it from my personal account,” I said.
“Personal account?” He frowned. “Have you forgotten? Mates share everything. Every penny you spend affects our future.”
In the end, I didn’t buy the necklace.
But now, Vivian was wearing a hundred–thousand–dollar Cartier diamond bracelet.
Around her neck was a fifty–thousand–dollar Tiffany necklace.
Her engagement ring was an eighty–thousand–dollar Harry Winston.
