No Longer Fair To You Chapter 12
Side Story
Anderson’s POV
I hated the allocation system.
It decided a person’s lifelong mate based solely on cold calculations.
Clayton felt the same way.
So we appealed together, but the result was an obvious failure.
Fortunately, there was still a one-year trial period.
Once allocated, there would be no forced reallocation.
When it ended, I would go find someone I truly liked.
That was what I thought.
But life always brought unexpected turns.
Our human mate had a beautiful name: Eleanor.
She was a bit timid, always sneaking glances at us.
Yet sometimes she was bold, coming up to us on her own to deliver milk.
Even when we were injured, she was not afraid of those ferocious, terrifying wounds.
She cried while trembling, applying medicine to our wounds.
It was as if her tears could ease the pain.
But when I lowered my head and looked at her curled eyelashes.
They fluttered, and it really felt like the wounds hurt less.
It was truly unbelievable.
No one could remain unmoved by Eleanor.
She was gentle, kind, and extraordinarily brave.
Everyone in the military noticed my recent changes.
“Hey, Anderson, you look much healthier than before.”
“You actually wore a scarf! Wow, I always thought you weren’t afraid of the cold.”
“Your mate brought you lunch again. Wow, it’s so plentiful, and it smells amazing.”
I nodded calmly, but found myself thinking of Eleanor again in the office.
In others’ eyes, werebeasts were cold-blooded and tough, born warriors who feared neither hardship nor exhaustion.
But Eleanor thought otherwise.
She made sure I had chicken soup to recover after completing a mission.
When I went out in winter, she forced me to wear a scarf, gloves, and even a hat. “Don’t try to look cool, don’t sacrifice warmth.”
I was used to wearing a thin jacket throughout the entire winter.
But Eleanor said that was just pretending to be cool; in a werebeast warrior’s eyes, there was no such thing as “cool.”
Yet the things she gave me were truly warm.
Or rather, ever since she arrived, the house had grown many new things.
Cute fridge magnets, plush toys on the sofa, and bright, fresh yellow slippers.
Humans seemed to be such strange creatures, completely different from werebeasts.
I was surprised, curious, tried to understand, and finally accepted it after a month.
“Actually, there’s nothing wrong with the allocation system.”
Clayton looked at me as if he didn’t recognize me, frowning. “Are you out of your mind?”
I couldn’t be bothered to respond to him.
Clayton, that fool, still insisted on his rigid opposition.
He should focus on this real, lively, adorable mate.
Instead of being hung up on the initial allocation result.
Or maybe he had already noticed, but stubbornly refused to admit it.
That was why I called Clayton a fool.
His eyes were glued to Eleanor, almost drooling.
But just because of a few rumors, he thought others were laughing at him.
Ha, life was meant to be lived for oneself.
Not for outsiders to judge.
Foolish, so foolish.
Once, after Eleanor brought us lunch, she refused to come again no matter what.
I asked and finally found out why.
It turned out she overheard others gossiping about her while delivering food.
“Anderson, am I embarrassing you? You two are so outstanding, but your mate is so ordinary.”
Who were those blind people chattering away?
Without a mate, they were jealous and biting everyone.
I wiped Eleanor’s tears and coaxed her to sleep.
The next day, I checked the surveillance and beat up everyone who spoke ill of her.
After work, I bought a bouquet of flowers.
Coincidentally, I met Clayton at the flower shop. He was holding flowers too, his voice a bit awkward. “Isn’t today Valentine’s Day? I saw other werebeasts giving their mates flowers.”
As he spoke, someone passed by outside the door – it was one of Clayton’s former defeated opponents.
They had held a grudge against Clayton for a long time and finally had a chance to mock him. “Oh, buying flowers for your mate? Didn’t you refuse the allocation before? Turns out the high-and-mighty Clayton is just like everyone else.”
“Even an ordinary-looking human can make you fall head over heels.”
That day, Clayton threw away the flowers.
During dinner, he stared at Eleanor’s face and suddenly smashed his cup. “Why, out of all the humans, is my mate the ugly one, making me a laughingstock?”
Eleanor’s face turned pale instantly.
That day, I gave Clayton a good beating and left him with a parting shot. “You’ll regret this.”
Clayton didn’t fight back, just stared blankly at the floor.
In the end, he really did regret it.
But it was already too late.
Foolish people couldn’t see their own hearts.
Arrogant people lost everything.
A long time later, I had a drink with Clayton.
He suddenly said, “Andy, do you think if I had treated Ellie better after the first month, things wouldn’t have turned out like this?”
I shook my head. “You had more than I did.”
Even if it wasn’t the first month, even if Clayton only showed kindness half a year later, Eleanor would still accept him and give him passionate, sincere love.
After I recognized my feelings and treated Eleanor with tenderness and care,
Eleanor still maintained fairness for a long time.
Two identical glasses of milk, two identical gifts.
Sometimes I wondered, “Why did Clayton get the same treatment as me without doing anything?”
Clayton was sharp. “Andy, you’re jealous of me.”
I denied it. “No, I’m not.”
But he wouldn’t let it go. “You are jealous because Ellie favors me.”
I looked at Clayton.
Favoritism?
I used to be jealous, jealous of the unfairness hidden beneath that fairness.
But now, I replied to Eleanor’s message and said, “Ellie is urging me to go home. She baked cakes tonight.”
I stood up, towering over Clayton, and looked down at him. “Favoritism means nothing.”
I smiled. “Now, I have exclusive love.”
During this complicated and tangled period between us,
Clayton was the real loser.
Anderson’s reaction to Eleanor being bullied to tears
“My mate has been crying ever since she came home.”
“She said someone was gossiping behind her back, saying she wasn’t good enough for me.”
“They even mocked her as a useless waste.”
“Tomorrow I’ll take Ellie to check the surveillance.”
“Whoever Ellie points at, I’ll deal with them.”
“Anyone who bullies my mate, better be ready.”
The end.
