Scarlett's POV
I didn't know why it hurt this much—but it did. My chest felt heavy, like something was pressing down on it, stealing my breath.
"Okay," I whispered, my voice flat… empty. "Goodnight, Alpha Ethan."
I didn't wait for him to explain. I didn't want to hear who she was or why he had her lipstick smeared on his face. I turned on my heel and walked away, my legs moving as fast as they could without actually running. I felt his eyes on my back the entire way, but I didn't look back. Not once.
I reached my room and slammed the door, leaning my back against the wood. I sat down on the edge of my bed, staring at the floor as the silence of the room closed in on me.
"Why do you even care, Scarlett?" I hissed to myself, gripping the edge of the mattress. "Why does it hurt?"
