I Never Loved You Anyway Chapter 02
We both knew the deal. Once a match got approved, there was no going back.
In werebeast society, mates couldn’t be legally divorced; they were only separated by death.
Because of that, Logan just swallowed the reality in silence.
He ate the consequences of his own reckless mistake, fully aware that it was going to dictate the rest of his life.
Maybe it was because I rarely got what I wanted growing up.
It made it easier for me to just accept things and move on—definitely faster than Logan did.
Sometimes, in a weird way, it was almost a relief.
Logan was a dead ringer for him.
That wasn’t the case for my sister Genevieve and me, though.
In pictures, we might have passed for identical twins, but up close, the differences were glaring.
I was a little shorter, and I totally lacked her bright, magnetic confidence.
I was the quiet, awkward one, always staring at the floor.
“Nobody in their right mind would confuse Genevieve with her lesser half.
“Nobody except you, Logan.
“You set the curve for perception during white werewolf training.
“How the hell do you screw up your own love life this badly and misidentify the girl who saved you?
“Plus, let’s be real—with Roxanne’s weak mental power, she was never going to be a good match for you anyway.”
I was just heading back to the party from a phone call when I caught his friends practically throwing him a pity party.
Logan looked completely unfazed. He was slouched deep in the sofa, endlessly flicking a lighter.
His eyes stayed glued to the flame, watching it flare and die over and over.
Finally, he gave a quiet shrug of a response.
“Everybody has regrets.
“We already got bonded, so there’s no point in second-guessing it now.
“We’ll just… settle.” Happy first anniversary to us.
Everything clicked.
That was why Logan had been acting so weird when we got bonded.
I wasn’t the savior he thought I was.
I was so remarkably mediocre that he was out here telling his buddies he was just settling for me.
I stood frozen outside the private room, watching him through the dim, pulsing light. Logan smiled and clinked glasses with one of the guys.
As he threw his head back to drink, a few drops of liquor escaped, tracing a line down his chin and throat.
Right between his collarbones, a faint pink bite mark caught the light.
My mark.
When things got intense, mates bit each other’s skin to leave a lasting claim—a physical sign that they were each other’s.
I let out a dry, hollow laugh.
My mental power really was pathetic.
Even putting everything I had into it, my mark barely registered.
I closed my eyes, a dull, heavy frustration pooling in my chest.
Maybe the music was just too loud, or maybe I just couldn’t stomach looking at him anymore.
Bypassing the room entirely, I slipped out onto the quiet terrace to catch the breeze and clear my head.
“Settle.”
I leaned against the railing, turning the word over and over in my mind.
It brought me right back to our wedding day. As I saw Logan’s cold, distant expression at the altar, the exact same thought crossed my mind.
“It doesn’t matter if it’s not him,” I’d thought.
“Settling for someone with his face is enough.”
But then came the days and nights we spent wrapped up in each other.
The physical intimacy inevitably dragged real, messy feelings into the mix.
Flashing a bitter smile at nobody in particular, I slipped off my wedding ring and tossed it over the edge without a second thought.
A hand shot out and snatched it mid-air.
“Roxanne, are you drunk?”
Werebeast reflexes really were no joke.
He stepped up and pressed the perfectly intact diamond back into my palm.
I just stared down at it, a sudden laugh bubbling up and creasing my cheeks.
He raised an eyebrow, letting out an exasperated sigh.
“You really are wasted.”
“I can’t believe your tolerance is still this bad.”
His large, fluffy silver-white tail swept back and forth in the warm summer breeze.
It was bold, impossible to ignore, and honestly, incredibly annoying right now.
So, I leaned my weight into his chest, reached down, and grabbed it. I let out a soft, smug little laugh.
Right on the sensitive spot. He went completely rigid.
Pressed up against him, I could hear the steady, booming rhythm of a white werewolf’s heart.
