Chapter 37
Chapter 37 Make Her Scapegoat
Claire’s POV
When I heard the door I looked up and realized someone had come in.
Liam
I startled, and the remote slipped from my hand, clattering to the floor. I bent for it out of habit and Belt a sharp stab of pain in my lower back, letting out a soft groan.
Liam quickly rushed over with the flowers. “Let me help you!” he said, trying to guide me to sit
back down and rest.
“Don’t touch me.” I pushed his hand away as if it were contaminated, ignoring the pain in my back as I stepped away from him.
He froze, shame written across his face. He withdrew his hand and offered me the cake and
flowers.
know I may have crossed a line with Breanne. And I also know what I did to you physically was wrong. I never meant to hurt you. What happened last night won’t happen again. Breanne will not be coming back here p>
I was taken aback.
I glanced at the flowers and cake, then rolled my eyes in annoyance, “This isn’t the first time, and I’m certainly not foolish enough to believe it’ll be the last time. I’m sure you’ve learned that your friendship has made it to the trending topics p>
Liam appeared to be at a loss for words. “But there’s really nothing going on between Breanne and me I’m unsure why the reaction online is so extreme p>
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Did he black out and not understand anything from last night?
How could he say such pretentious things?
My disdain grew, my eyes fixed on him.
“So, the games you two played practically naked in a closed room while I slept upstairs were meant to bring me and her closer? Buying a bed together and flirting, and playfully rolling around on it in public, was also for my benefit? I’m so lucky to have such a thoughtful mate p>
“Breanne can be a bit clueless at times. She keeps clinging to me, but it is completely harmless. I’ll
talk to her about it,” said Liam.
“Wait, you’re saying only Breanne is clueless? You seemed to play along just fine. You looked pretty
happy in that video! So are you admitting that although she was clueless about the implications of
the actions, you weren’t?” I raised my voice; his level of stupidity was frustrating.
Liam didn’t know what to say.
“No matter how you see it, there’s really nothing between us. Others might not understand, but you should. With my father’s sixtieth birthday tomorrow, public opinion is against us. I need you to be my mate and step in to clarify things?” He sighed heavily.
I stared at him, a mysterious smile creeping onto my face.
I figured it out now.
The flowers and cake weren’t an apology. All those words were just a setup.
He simply wanted me to be the scapegoat for his family’s cleanup on his father’s birthday! With the other Alphas and council members in attendance, they needed me present.
This was likely the result of a family discussion.
But why should I be their tool?
They acted like nothing mattered in public, rolling around and having fun, while he stabbed my heart repeatedly. His whole family protected and enabled Breanne to torment me, and now they wanted me to shield them from the fallout?
This man was cruel and selfish!
The Sterling Moon pack truly embodied the essence of self–serving elitism.
I felt utterly disgusted, unable to suppress a mocking laugh.
“ Honey, I knew you would agree.“Seeing my smile, Liam beamed too, thinking I had consented.
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