Page 27 of Edward’s Bunny

I reached down and turned the knob, pushing open the door. I did, indeed, find Randy and Alejandro (“Dr. Ali” as Randy had called him) cuddled on the old cloth couch.

The sight of them together, so intimate and familiar, made my heart ache. I remembered when we used to sit that way. Months of anger and hurt welled inside me, almost overwhelming me, but I managed to keep my voice steady as I confronted them.

“So this is what’s been going on.”

Their heads jerked up in surprise, and Randy’s face paled as he jumped to his feet. “B-Brian, it’s not what it looks like. I can explain,” Randy stammered.

I shook my head. “No need to explain. Everything thing makes perfect sense.” I took a deep breath and bit my lip. I didn’t want to yell, and my anger was almost to that point.”

Randy reached out to touch me, but I jerked back. “How long? How long has it been going on?”

“Brian, it’s no—”

“I have fucking eyes, Randy. Don’t tell me it’s not what it looks like. Now how long have the two of you been fucking? Since Haiti or before?” I asked.

Randy didn’t speak. He stared at me, and the more he did, the angrier I got. “Answer me, damn it!”

“Since Haiti,” Alejandro answered, rising from the couch and coming beside Randy.

“Ali…What—”

“He knows, Randy. Do you really want to hide it? Look at him. He knows,” Alejandro said. He focused back on me. “Does the time frame really matter? I love him.”

I wanted to fucking deck him, I stepped forward, and then it hit me. The unmistakable scent of a shifter. I stilled and stared at Alejandro. He was fucking shifter.

Alejandro gave a smirk. “Does it matter? Do you really think you can do anything? So we’re fucking, what’s it to you?”

“Ali, stop. I’ll handle this,” Randy said, stepping in front of Alejandro.

“Brian, listen. Let’s—”

“No,” I interrupted. “He’s right. It doesn’t matter. We're done. I want you to pack your things and leave my apartment."

“Brian, you don’t mean that.” Randy stepped forward, reaching for me again, but I stepped back.

“I do. I was coming to the end of things anyway. This just makes it easier. I want you gone by Friday. “

I needed to leave. It was time for me to go. I turned and hurried out of the room.

As I stormed through the sterile hospital corridors, my heart raced, and my vision blurred with unshed tears. My footsteps echoed loudly against the tiled floor, drowning out Randy's distant shouts. I couldn't believe the audacity of Alejandro and the extent of Randy's betrayal. Despite the immense pain and anger, I knew that ending things with Randy was the right decision.

As I approached the exit, I wiped the tears from my eyes, steeling myself to face Hayden and Owen. I pushed the door open and stepped out into the cool night air. Their car was still parked in the ER lot, and they both sat silently, waiting for me. I could see the concern on their faces as I approached.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the car door and slid in. I didn't meet their gazes as I buckled my seatbelt. Hayden started the car, and we began to pull away from the hospital.

"Well?" Owen asked tentatively, his voice barely above a whisper.

"It's over," I said, my voice hoarse from the emotions that threatened to overcome me. "I ended it."

Even though I’d come to do just that, the news of Randy’s affair cut deep. For six months, I’d gone crazy, trying to figure out what was wrong, and all this time, he was fucking someone else. And not just someone else: a fucking shifter, a predator shifter by his smell. Fucking predators, I thought.

Hayden glanced at me in the rearview mirror, and Owen squeezed my shoulder reassuringly. "Are you okay?" he asked.

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly. "Not yet. But I will be."

The car fell silent as we drove through the empty streets of Tampa. The weight of the night's revelations and the end of my relationship with Randy hung heavy in the air.

Despite the pain, I knew I made the right choice. I didn’t know what this meant for me and Edward.

Damn predators.

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