My Alpha Mate's Christmas Gift

Chapter 122

“Please let me make it in time, please let me make it in time!” Roxanne pleased desperately within

herself as she dashed with all her might toward the village.

Immediately the match was over, she had left the scene, and not a moment after. Roxanne didn't

wait for the announcement or the big prize. She didn't need any of those. She had won! She was the

victor and champion of the finals. That much was enough for her.

Having achieved this, she had nothing else holding her back. She would finally tell Asher

everything and reveal her feelings to him.

She got to the village before dawn, just as she planned. Roxanne checked the watch she had

quickly snatched from an unsuspecting passerby. It was barely 4:00 am. She was early. She made it!

She didn't bother going to Rita's place. She ran straight ahead to the peak, to see Asher. She got

there quicker than she thought. Had she gotten faster, or was the time just speeding up for her as she

could barely contain her excitement. She didn't see him outside, which only meant he had to be within

his house.

Roxanne opened the door to his house excitedly, not even bothering to knock. As she did so, she

ran into his house.

It was a wide space, well furnished and arranged. Asher was a neat and meticulous person after

all. But Roxanne had no time for sightseeing. She knew where Asher would be, after all, it was so early

in the morning.

“His room!” She said to herself.

Even though Roxanne had never been to his house before, it was easy to navigate as she quickly

found the entrance to his room. As she got closer, though… She halted.

The room was slightly open, but not enough for Roxanne to see what was happening inside. She

could smell Asher's scent, but that wasn't the issue. Other than Asher's scent, she could smell

another… The smell of someone familiar.

"N-No… It can't be…" Roxanne said to herself to dissuade her mind from what she calculated

based on her senses.

Her senses couldn’t lie, yet she denied it with her heart. This conflict raged on, but there was only

one way she could confirm. She had to see for herself.

She walked closer to the slightly opened door and spread it wider. Her eyes bulged at the sight

before her. Her senses were right… Asher was sleeping on his bed in his room, but so was another…

A woman she knew… One whom she always suspected and never got along with… Daughter of the

Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack, Camilla.

“A-Asher…” She muttered, tears dropping from her eyes.

Asher's eyes slowly opened as he heard his name from the sweetest voice he had ever heard. It

was Roxanne's voice.

“Why does it sound so sad? Is she crying? Why is she crying?” He thought to himself as he stirred

from his sleep.

He looked at her face as she stood in front of his door and stared at him unbelievably, with a

pained look of betrayal.

"Why is she looking at me like that? What's going on?" Asher's mind went.

But that didn’t matter right now. He was wrong! Roxanne didn’t leave him. She was right in front of

him!

“Roxanne… I’ve been looking for you… I thought you had left… I knew you wouldn’t leave me like

that… Roxanne…” Asher muttered weakly as he tried to raise his hands to reach her.

As he tried to, he could feel his hands restrained by something. It felt heavy as the construction

weighed against his arms. He looked by his side to see the source of the resistance. His eyes bulged

with surprise as he saw someone who had no place in his bed… Camilla, sleeping peacefully.

What had he done?

His head banged as he realised the situation he was in. He turned back to look at Roxanne, but

she was no longer there. He heard a distant bang, caused by the slam she made on his front door. She

had left the house.

“Nooo, Roxanne… It’s not what you think… I…” He struggled to speak.

He needed to chase after her… He needed to hurry up, but his body wouldn't move. Why? Why

couldn't it? He was beginning to feel drowsy again. The effects of the excessive alcohol he took

affected him once again as he slowly drifted into unconsciousness.

Roxanne ran away. Away from Asher's house, away from the village, away from Oregon woods.

She ran back to the underground wrestling centre, where her prize money was waiting for her. She had

hoped Asher would call out for her or stop her, grab her with muscular arms and tell her everything was

okay, but he didn't.

The image played on and on in Roxanne's brain. Asher, lying half-naked with Camilla, the happy

look on Camilla's face, and the guilty look on his.

She had had enough of it, of everything. Asher, the werewolf drama… Her life there. She didn’t

think she could stand it with the pain that filled her heart.

“What did I expect anyway… You laughed at it when I told you back then, and I did too… But it’s

really true, isn’t it? I knew from the beginning after all… You're truly terrible, Asher!”

That was when she made her decision. She was going to go away… Away from it all, and live her

life!

No more Asher or crazy werewolf business… Just her… Because the only one she could count on

after all… Was herself!