Daphne's POV
I was throwing up blood all over the place, but Darius Kullen remained side with his healer groping all over him. He was making fun of my situation, laughing down her neck. I struggled to maintain consciousness, but neither of them participated in helping me. So much for being an alpha and healer of our pack.
On our awkward drive back home, my eyes turned to the shining metal and stone sitting in the dashboard indent.
Before I could confront, Darius snatched the ring from me, force nicking my palm. His aura darkened, "Don't touch what's not yours."
He warned, I rolled my eyes. Of course I shouldn't. It's his belongings that I had no right over. Even if I was luna of Junglewood pack. I sighed, catching a shop pass by.
"That's our stop." I was pious and composed, unlike Darius who was fuming. I smirked in my head because it only felt right to destroy my wedding dress in front of my boyfriend.
I had just climbed down when Darius flung a woollen sweater, the hard zip hitting the corner of my eye.
"Quit being so untidy. It's childish and annoying." He growled. I took one look at the fallen pink sweater and turned away, "That's not mine."
Darius's scowl soothed a bit, "Sorry."
And he threw the sweater in backseat. Hypocrite much?
The only woman I knew who loved everything pink was Audrey Browne's. Her recklessness sparked heated arguments between us, but not this time. I chose to retain peace.
"Perfect timing, Mr and Mrs Kullen! Your dresses are ready."
"Good." Before I could say, Darius walked along and forced me to show him the dress.
"Hmm." Darius examined me, "Ugly." He commented. The shopkeeper was flabbergasted, but I wasn't.
"Please take a picture of me."
"S-sure." The shopkeeper agreed. I watched Darius roll his eyes and glue himself to the phone. My eyes darted to Darius who smiled widely on the phone and dashed away in an instant.
"I'm coming to deliver it personally~" The warmth in his voice was never shown to me, but it was coming freely from someone external, someone who doesn't even share a bond with him.
"Darius?" I called, only for his back to answer me. I was humiliated. Scoffing, I changed back into normal clothes and did something petty. I left the beautiful, paid wedding dress in the trial room, shredded to pieces.
At 2 am while packing my things up, my phone buzzed against the silence,
-Darius: Stuck with work-
Yeah, work. Darius would want to fool me as much as he liked. But I knew the truth anyway.
Ignoring his text deliberately, I finished up and sunk into the bed, letting slumber wash over.
At around dawn, I woke up to a looming presence standing over me. I ripped my eyes open to see Darius.
"Did you lose your hands?" He asked notoriously, I rolled over and sighed. I was always the one to check up on him but he was slapped with silence last night.
Right before I was heading to work, Darius asked, "Where's our anniversary photo frame?"
I looked at the garbage truck, lifted the can, and fed itself the photo frame, right where it belonged. He didn't even wait for my reply when he pulled me aside and escaped our house, phone to his ear.
"I'm sorry! Coming right up with your favorite bubblegum cookies!" I made a face at that. Bubblegum flavored cookies?
In the evening, I came back to catch Darius on a call that ended abruptly. My head was dizzy, I had diabetes. I reached for the plate of cereal and took a bite. Suddenly, Darius snatched the bowl and threw a tantrum!
"Did you have to contaminate my food!? Ugh!" He dragged the bowl away and threw the contents in the trash, along with my favorite ceramic bowl.
"I told you my condition isn't fucking contagious. Will it curse you if I take one bite from your food while I've been feeding you for years?" I was hurt, but my voice was flat.
"That wasn't the problem. You stealing my food without permission was the problem. Bloody rogue born." Cursing aloud, he grabbed the keys and sprung out of the house.
Driven to tears, I decided to distract myself with social media. But it sure wasn't my day. I opened Darius and my personal chat and caught the changed profile picture.
The beautiful pink princess Audrey Browne was posing in a slutty dress, winking at the camera. With a flick of my thumb, I quickly deleted Darius's chats and sent him to the bottom of the list.
