The Dark Side Of Fate Chapter 248

"In those passionate nights with Michelle, you made all the time we spent together, all the memories we had and shared into nothing. You made it seem like nothing and claimed to regret it, so should I return it to you? You had used your words to cancel every ounce of affection I had left for you. You took it away every time I heard you say those things to her Max, so I will ask you nicely to leave before my mate returns. He isn't patient, just like me, and he won't take your proximity lightly," I warned him, and he stared at me, speechless. I guess he did not think things through as always. He had acted on impulse.

"Go home to Michelle and build a life with her," I told him, and he bowed his head and then looked at me.

Something he always did when he had something difficult to say.

"She is dying, Avery. That was how I found out she had never been pregnant. She has a few months to live," he said, and I realised Karma had caught up with them. I guess their forever will never be. He threw away a love he had for twelve years for something fleeting.

"Answer me this, Ave," he said to me.

"If you were not with Marcel, would you have come back to me?" He asked me, and it was only fair that I tell him the truth.

"No, Max. I would never. I would have remained a sex slave or a servant in the north. I would have chosen that life over being with you. I stopped loving you a long time ago, Max. I stopped caring.

I had become numb, so it was easy for me to forget you. Go back home and spend time with your woman. There is nothing for you here," I said, and he began to weep.

Max should have Listened to me and left the booth when I had told him to because I saw Marcel advancing towards our booth with rage in his eyes.

"Why didn't you tell me that bastard was here? Someone had to link me that a man was disturbing you in the booth," Marcel Linked me approaching, and I knew Max was in big trouble.

Marcel got into the booth, and Max turned to face him, only for Marcel to knock him to the ground and bash his head with his booth repeatedly. I had never seen Marcel with so much anger before.

"You fucking prick. What do you want with my mate! Haven't you done enough? Why can't you leave her the fuck alone?" He said, kicking Max on the floor.

"Marcel, please stop," I said, close to tears because Max wasnt fighting him. I had a feeling that Max did not mind dying by his hand.

"He is a broken man; leave him alone," I pleaded with my mate, but Jax, his wolf, was in charge.

"Jax, please, leave him alone; his mate is dying. Please," I said, close to tears. I was afraid, and everyone was looking at our booth.

Jax looked at me and then stopped. Max remained on the ground, coughing.

"You are not fit to be Alpha, you fucking bastard," Jax roared at him, and the pressure of his command was much. I never knew that Marcel could be this angry.

"Stay away from my mate. You had your chance, and you blew it. I know all that happened and all you did, and you are lucky I did not come for your pack. Get the fuck out of my booth!" Marcel yelled, and I saw Leo approach us.

Was he watching all along? But then again, the eastern booth wasn't far from ours, and they could easily see what was happening in our booth from across the field.

"Please forgive him, Sir Sidorov," Leo said humbly and helped his friend. Max refused his help and got up himself. I could see that he had given up, not just on me but on everything.

"Watch him, Leo; he isn't in the right frame of mind," I told Leo, and he nodded at me and walked away with Max.

If anyone told me the first day I met Max, this was how our story would end. I would say it was a lie, but fate had dealt us a dark card, and his love was not pure enough to see us through.