A Sweet Revenge

"Isn't that the sexy scent guy?"

Fuck.

I adjusted my shades, turning my head further away from the other seats in the cafe. Unfortunately, I couldn't get a window seat, so now I was forced to stare at the cladded wooden walls like there was nothing more intriguing than them.

"Eh, I've seen him somewhere before, was it that perfume add?" A hushed whisper from the adjacent table had my ears twitching under the beanie I wore, "What was the name again, Frisbee?"

It's Freesia, you ignorant peasant.

"No! It's Freesia. And that guy is probably Sky Lawrence," A smarter human whispered to her peers, "Freesia's brand ambassador."

"Oh, I remember now!" A female voice chirped, "It's that hot guy I saw on the TV the other day, laying half naked in the field of yellow flowers with a perfume bottle beside him, saying," the woman cleared her throat and made a pathetic attempt at mimicking my voice, "'Freesia, the scent of my sexiness'"

I did NOT sound like that.

I wanted to snap at the table that broke out into a fit of giggles. But the one I should be snapping at was Freesia's copywriter for coming up with that stupid punchline and my secretary for approving it.

Those damn imbeciles... Even though I told them how ridiculous that dialogue was!

I angrily twisted one of the many platinum rings on my finger, wondering when my drink would be ready. Were they making my coffee or planting the coffee beans?!

"Hey, do you think we should ask him for a photograph?"

Oh fuck no.

The pager on my table buzzed, indicating my order was ready. I quickly stood up and grabbed the pager, heading towards the counter where the cashier awaited me.

"Here's your-" I snatched the ready-to-go coffee and dashed out of the cafe with a quick 'thank you'.

I speed-walked my way to the park opposite the cafe, finding a lonely bench to perch on.

This was a major waste of my time.

I plopped down on the bench with an exhausted sigh, removing my drink from the cup holder and tearing open the packed straw.

Popping one of the straw's ends inside the drink while latching onto the other end, I leaned back against the bench and took a long sip of my Americano.

I cancelled today's schedule for an asshole who would ditch his mate on their first date.

Anger bubbled inside me as my brain slowly registered the fact that I got stood up.

I, Sky Lawrence- a top-tier model and part werewolf with looks, money, fame and supernatural strength- got stood up by my fucking soulmate.

'Why would he do that?' An annoying voice in my head asked, whimpering continuously, 'I want to meet mate!'

A vein popped on my forehead, there was another reason for my anger- my wailing wolf.

'Night, stop crying for fuck's sake,' I growled through our link, 'You're so pathetic.'

Night whimpered but kept his mouth shut. Despite my eyes being closed and my concentration directed at my inner wolf, I could not see the animal as the rest of my kind did.

I was the by-product of my werewolf mom and human dad mating, hence a part werewolf. Though I had acquired most of the werewolf characteristics like night vision, inhuman strength and heightened senses, I could not see my wolf or transform into it.

This was because my wolf had stopped growing after a certain age. I was a 21-year-old adult mentally and physically while Night was still a pup in either aspect. For a werewolf to transform, the wolf and the human component must cross a certain age, which my wolf failed to cross, rendering us unable to transform.

But it never mattered much to me. Since my dad was a human, I was able to adjust to human society easily and my life was all well.

In fact, my life was going amazing before I met him.

I pulled out my phone and opened my contacts, his name glinting on top of the others.

Xavier Caddle.

My fucking soulmate.

Our first encounter was painted on every one of my brain cells, burned into my retina and scared my heart for weeks.

We first met at Aaron's coming-to-age ceremony, the current alpha of the pack that I once called mine, and my best friend.

I was brought up amongst the wolves in my mom's pack till I was 14. Aaron and I had been close since I was the only one around his age and we were playmates for a long time.

All the elders in the pack often thought we would end up as mates. And though I didn't hold any romantic feelings for my best friend, I didn't mind the thought of being Aaron's mate.

A werewolf could sense his or her mate after turning 21 and that was the age when an Alpha wolf is made the leader of their pack.

Aaron, turning 21, was going to be announced as the new leader of the  Forest Loving Pack (yes, that's the name) and all the neighbouring and allied pack leaders and important members were invited to the ceremony.

At midnight, under the blessing of the moon, as Aaron was declared the new leader of our pack, an intoxicating scent hit my nose.

I knew what that meant, every werewolf knew what that meant.

But I was still surprised, when the scent wasn't coming from Aaron but someone else in the hall.

I remember how rapidly my heart was pounding while I shuffled through the crowd. I also remember how my heart skipped a beat when it finally landed on what it was searching for.

Xavier stood a few feet ahead of me, tall and handsome. He was the beta of an allied pack. I had never met him before the ceremony, yet I yearned for him like a long-distance lover.

His relaxed posture suddenly stiffened and his hazel eyes widened. I barely held onto my breath, knowing he could feel me just as I felt him.

His head turned comically slow and when our eyes clashed, everything else around me disappeared.

I forgot about Aaron, the other people in the ceremony and my surroundings.

My wolf howled happily in the background, but for a second, only the two of us stood in the hall, staring at each other with erratic hearts.

I knew I had found my soulmate.

My lips had unconsciously spread out in a smile and I had stepped forward to reach him, my other half.

But my smile dropped as soon as he averted his eyes, looking down at someone who wasn't me.

The surroundings that had vanished appeared again and I saw a lean figure beside him.

A woman stood leaning against my mate, an arm looped around his bicep. She clutched him closer to her when she found me staring at them.

And that was when I knew,

My mate already belonged to someone else.

I gripped my phone tighter, my thumb looming near the screen, desperate to hit the call button despite the number of times the call had gone unattended.

Xavier already had a girlfriend, who he was madly in love with. He had sworn his love to his girlfriend and planned on never meeting his soulmate.

Of course, his plans came tumbling down when my gorgeous self entered their life.

My mate, who was smitten by his girlfriend refused to meet with me, his soulmate.

I had to beg him just for his number.

It wasn't as if I had no self-respect, but when I saw him leave with that woman attached to his arm, I couldn't help but plead with him. That night, he just felt too irresistible, like he was the north end of the magnet and I was the south. Like he was the most handsome man on the planet, which was impossible as long as I was breathing, yet my brain pictured him so.

My world had started revolving around his yet he worshipped another person.

I decided to not dwell on that depressing fact and just hit the call button. I at least deserved an explanation on why he decided to ditch me on the date we both agreed on.

The phone started ringing and I anxiously waited. Maybe he was going to ignore this call as well, it was probably the twentieth time I had rung him since morning.

Contrary to my expectation, he did pick up the call.

"Hell-" I started but paused when I heard a woman's moan from the other end.

My heart dropped when I heard some smacking noises and more moans, from a man this time.

I can't believe he....

"Stop. Calling." A female voice, which definitely belonged to Xavier's girlfriend, whispered before the line went dead.

I slowly removed the phone from my ear and closed my eyes, taking a deep breath.

That bitch...

My grip on the phone tightened and the urge to throw it on the ground intensified.

No Sky, control yourself, this is your third phone this month.

I shoved the phone in my pocket and started slurping my drink.

I knew Xavier was in a serious relationship with his girlfriend, but I had asked him to give me a chance. A chance to at least get to know each other.

Cause while he had devoted himself to his girlfriend, I've been waiting for my soulmate my entire life.

While he had no plans of meeting his soulmate, I've been dreaming of meeting mine since I was a kid.

While he had sworn his love to a random woman, I swore mine to the other half of my soul.

Night's cries infiltrated my ears, he had heard the phone call.

'I want mate!' He cried and I clutched my drink.

'Shut up,' I said chewing the straw and glaring hard at the ground, 'You're going to make me cry too.'

Suddenly the bench thumped, making me jump in my seat and abruptly cut off my link with Night.

I turned my head to see a huge man slumped on the bench right next to me. His face was covered with his big palms while his blond curls peeked out of the dark green hood he wore.

I eyed him warily as he started sniffling, covering his eyes with his palm while the other removed his glasses.

The sniffling soon turned to sobs and I wanted to curse my fate. I had escaped Night's cries just to meet another crying person! Out of all the empty benches in the park, why the hell did he have to choose the occupied one?!

Despite the anger and irritation I felt upon hearing the man's cries, I was somewhere jealous of him, who could freely break down in a public space beside a stranger.

If I do the same, it would make it to the headlines of the newspaper the next day.

The blond suddenly cried harder and rubbed his cheeks and nose to his clothed shoulder, making me scrunch my nose in disgust.

I looked away from the scene and down to my cup holder noticing some tissues in it. Grabbing them, I turned to the man who was still drowning in his sadness.

"Excuse me," I whispered but my words did not reach the guy's ears, making me click my tongue in annoyance.

I was about to tap his shoulders but saw the wet spots on his hoodie, making me groan a little on the inside.

I cleared my throat and started again, a little louder this time,

"Excuse me!"

The guy suddenly jolted in his seat and looked at me with wide shiny brown eyes, surprise and alarm clear in them.

"Here," I offered the tissue politely, expecting the man to take them with a thank you so I could leave the bench without looking like an asshole.

The man looked at the tissue in my hand then to my face and then back to the tissue.

Instead of accepting the tissue he started crying even harder, startling me further into confusion.

"Th-than-thank you," he sobbed, making me internally groan. I had offered him a tissue to get him to stop crying, not cry even harder!

"You're welcome," I shoved the tissue in his hand, "Now, if you would excuse me-"

"Thank y-you" the crying blondie repeated, not hearing a word I said as he stared at the tissue as if I had handed him a 500 dollar note, "I-I wish I cou-could return your kindness."

"Um, no need," I refused, sitting on the edge of the bench to evacuate whenever a chance arrived.

What the hell was I supposed to do with his kindness anyway? And how was he going to return it?? Give me a tissue in return???

The guy smiled through his tears, wiping his cheek on his shoulder though there was a godamn tissue in his hand, "You- you are so kind. I-I was having a re-really bad day......"

His smile fell at the mention of his 'bad day'. Water started pooling his eyes and I gave up, leaning against the bench with my drink while the guy poured his heart out.

"My-my boyfriend.....cheated on me!" He cried out, burying his face in his palm.

"Oh, that's terrible," I deadpanned, slurping my Americano. I couldn't relate to his situation more, "I hope the person he cheated on you with, ends up dying." I muttered, hoping Xavier's girlfriend gets out of our life.

"And-and it's not a single person!" The blondie wailed, blowing his nose in the tissue, "He slept with fi-five people!"

My eyebrows rose in surprise.

Damn, and I thought I had it worse.

"So what excuse did your boyfriend give you?" I asked, interested in the stranger's life whose situation was worse than mine.

The blondie sniffled, "Nothing. I ran away before he could give any."

Hmm, the opposite of myself.

I fell silent and sipped my drink as the guy beside me hiccupped, starting to calm down.

"I...I really loved him," The blondie whispered just as I finished drinking my americano, "I don't know what to do...."

I stood up, grabbing my cupholder along with the empty cup.

"What do you mean you 'don't know what to do'?" I glanced at him briefly and adjusted my shades, "You confront your boyfriend of course."

Walking say from the bench, I dumped the cupholder and cup in a trash can and pulled out my phone, calling a cab.

I was free for the rest of my day anyway, might as well confront my mate about sleeping with other people.