Wooing My Ex-wife Again Novel by Natalie Winter

Julian

“Fuck” I swore and then kicked a stray rock as I saw Anastasia’s car driving away from me. I felt hollow and lonely.

I felt it was deja vu all over again as she ran away from me, horrified I would do anything to hurt her.

I had decided to be nice and polite with her, and not let anger get to me even if I felt humiliated or disrespected.

I had lived up to my promise to my mother when Ana’s father’s men beat me black and blue. I let men way lower in rank than me hit me and manhandle me.

My eyes had stayed only on Ana and never left her face. It had felt like I was a dying man and she was the breath of air I desperately needed.

I did not raise a hand against anybody and silently accepted all the blows and kicks raining down on me. I was okay with everything as long as I got to see her one more time.

It had felt like an eternity of misery before she showed up after hearing the commotion but when she did, I saw her shocked face.

She was shocked to see me bruised and beaten. Her face was grief stricken and I saw that it pained her to see me hurt like that.

I remembered the way she argued with her father, shouted at him not to hurt me, and begged him to stop.

That was a relief for me. That meant she might still forgive me if I begged enough.

And I was ready to do it for the rest of my life if that meant she would return to me. The drive home had been nice with just.her and me.

I pulled out my phone to see the photos Mrs. Smith had clicked of us both. Anastasia and I had been sitting close and smiling at each other.

I even took the chance of placing a chaste kiss on her cheek, startling her. I could still feel her soft supple skin under my lips.

I opened my phone’s gallery and looked at our photos again. We looked so nice together.

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If only I could turn back time and change that fateful night when I made that difficult decision knowing that Anastasia would leave me.

But fate did not favor me.

I had made my choice and now I was living with it. But if it ensured my Ana was safe, I would gladly do it again.

I thought I was making some progress with her but seeing that asshole step out of the car and shield her from me evoked anger I had fought so hard to suppress.

Sean had no business meddling in my life and the way he tried to placate Ana and pretend to care for her made me feel the urge to tear him apart into pieces.

In a second, rage and white hot jealousy began to flow through my veins. I could not bear the thought of seeing her with someone else.

That human named Nick had been stupid enough to wag his tail in front of her despite her refusal. I had sensed it in a few minutes itself that she only saw him as a friend.

But Sean was a werewolf and he was mateless. Plus, now he had returned in the pack and would always be around Anastasia.

Lfeared what all the negative and bad things he would say to her about me and if the gap I had been trying so hard to fill would increase again.

“Fuck” I swore and punched a nearby tree. The bark scraped my knuckles and blood streamed down it but I was not bothered by it.

Anastasia had come home with me smiling. There had been an awkwardness but she had not cried.

However, while leaving she had tears in her eyes. I knew how much she hated to be in a weak and miserable spot.

I cursed my fate some more and went inside through the gate, ignoring the guards and if they had overheard anything.

I hastily went inside the living room and then to my room to clean up. Blood was still smeared on my face and clothes.

When I entered the room, I saw Angelica waiting for me. She had her knees drawn close to her body and her head bent downward.

She was crying but wiped her eyes when she saw me.

Her eyes went wide as she asked, “I…what happened? Why do you have blood on your clothes? And why are they torn?”

Idismissed her concern with a wave of my hand.

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“Nothing much. I intercepted a rogue and had to show him his place.”

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She looked curious but I walked inside the bathroom and took a shower, recalling the way it had felt nice to have Anastasia close and whisper things in her ear again.

I had a hard on just thinking of her perfect body plastered to mine.

It had been long since I fucked anyone. Touching Angelica had been a mistake I did not repeat again but there was no way to prove otherwise.

Plus, the way Angelica and Anastasia had been seated together and having coffee made me wonder if Ana was really over me.

Just seeing another man stand close to her drove me mad yet Anastasia seemed okay and unbothered with Angelica staying in the same house as me.

Did she not feel jealous at all?

I closed my hands around my shaft and did slow rhythmic movements, drawing out pleasure. Living like a celibate even after having a fated mate around you was torture but I was working on righting the wrong for my Ana.

Though pleasuring myself would almost always result in me being unsatisfied. I would always imagine Anastasia’s soft lips on my cock, her moans whispering in my ear.

And now I had spent an entire day with her. That helped me to get my release easily and I then placed my hands on the bathroom walls, letting the cool water wash down my hurt, blood, and anguish.

When I was done, I wrapped a towel around my waist and stepped out. Angelica was still waiting for

me.

“It is late, you should go to sleep.”

She bit her lower lip. “I just wanted to check on you. If you let me, I can bandage the wounds.”

I shook my head as droplets of water flew everywhere.

‘No need. I cleaned up and most of the wounds would heal pretty quickly.”

She did not leave the room or even move as I walked towards the dressing table and began combing my hair.

“Are you going somewhere?” She asked.

“No, I am planning to sleep as should you.”

Angelica slowly got up from the bed.

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“Can you at least stay in the same room? You don’t have to go to the guest bedroom every night.”

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That was a thing I had decided on after I lost Anastasia. I had allowed myself to be weak and fall to the pull of the mate bond but I was not going to do that again.Content © provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

“Look your father helped my pack a lot and he put a condition that I had to keep you here if I wanted his help. So I let you stay. But we are not happening, Angelica.”

She threw a pillow on the floor.

“Why not? I am your fated mate, Julian. I am supposed to share a bed with you. I am supposed to bear your children.”

“Enough Angelica. We have had this discussion before. I cannot throw you out because I owe your father a lot. But I also cannot repeat the same mistake again and again.”

Her eyes grew wet.

“You are calling us a mistake? Then why did you bring me in the pack if you did not want me?”

I closed the wardrobe door and turned to look at her.

“Tell that to your father. Ask him all the questions you want. I’ve explained everything to him. I am ready to reject you as well.”

Hearing that her face fell and thick fat drops began falling down her eyes.

“I don’t want you to reject me. Please don’t reject me. I love you, Julian.”

She came forward but I stepped away.

“I don’t love you, Angelica. I gave into the mate bond’s urge once and that cost me everything. I am working hard to ensure I repay all of the debt I owe your father and then you are free to leave.”

Angelica came forward and fell to my knees, hugging my legs.

“Please, let me be a good mate to you, Julian. I don’t even mind if you bring Anastasia into our relationship. But I want you. Please.”

She was begging and sobbing and I felt extremely uneasy to make a girl cry. She was not at fault for what the Moon Goddess gave her and her father was a cunning man who was using her as a pawn in his game of chess.

“Look Angelica, I am blunt and arrogant but I wish the best for you. Try to talk to your father and free yourself of this miserable life. You don’t deserve someone like me.”

She wiped the tears falling down her face and went running outside the bedroom while I sat on the bed.

For a long time, I kept staring at the ceiling and wondered how to get out of this tricky situation.