Chapter 117: Jealous because it wasn’t me
Chapter 117: Jealous because it wasn’t me
Alpha Kaden’s POV
It has been three days, and I have avoided Rebecca like a plague.
She has completely messed up my head. Every time I think about her, my chest tightens, and the memory of her soft lips under mine burns through my veins. I don’t even know what to think or say when I’m around her anymore. Her words in the garden keep looping in my mind, cutting deeper than any silver blade.
’I’m just your breeder. Your sex slave, remember?’
"You have fallen for her," my wolf suddenly spoke up, his deep voice echoing in my mind with certainty.
I scoffed out loud, running a frustrated hand through my hair. No. It’s not possible. I cannot fall in love again, not when it has barely been a month since I lost my fated mate, Helen.
"You are lying to yourself," my wolf pushed back, growling low in my chest.
"Shut up," I snapped back internally. Maybe it’s just because she has a sweet pussy. She’s a good fuck, that’s all. It’s just lust. It has to be.
My wolf scoffed loudly at my excuse, but he didn’t say another word, leaving me alone with my chaotic thoughts.
A soft knock on my office door broke the heavy silence.
"Enter," I commanded, keeping my voice cold. I already knew it was the maid bringing in the herbal tea I had requested to soothe my throbbing headache.
But when the door opened and the maid stepped into the room, my breath caught. It wasn’t my usual personal maid. It was Stephanie.
I frowned instantly, my eyes narrowing as she walked closer to my desk. "Why are you the one serving me? I have a personal maid for this."
Stephanie completely ignored my question. She set the tray down on the desk, then leaned in slightly, a strange smile on her face. "We are alone, Alpha Kaden. You don’t have to pretend anymore."
I stood up from my chair, my frustration bubbling right over. I didn’t have the patience for this. "Rebecca was in your body, Stephanie. I know what happened."
Stephanie scoffed, rolling her eyes as she crossed her arms. "Alpha Kaden, stop this pretense. You don’t owe Rebecca any loyalty. Why do you care about her feelings? She is just a slave. A prisoner. A common breeder... your whore."
Hearing those vile words fly out of her mouth made something inside me completely snap.
Before she could even finish her sentence, I lunged forward. My hand shot out and grabbed her tightly by the throat, pinning her against the edge of the desk. My grip was iron, my green eyes flashing with a dangerous, killer rage.
"Speak about Rebecca that way again, and I will throw you right back into the dungeon," I hissed, my voice dropping into a deadly, low rumble. "And let me make one thing completely clear to you—I don’t want you, and I will never want you. Now get the hell out of my sight!"
I shoved her away from me with a rough push. Stephanie stumbled backward, gasping for air as her face turned pale with pure fear. She scrambled to her feet, tears welling in her eyes, and rushed out of the room, slamming the door hard behind her.
"Damn it!" I roared into the empty room.
In a fit of pure rage, I kicked the wooden stool beside my desk. It flew across the room, crashing against the wall, and the tray went down with it—the herbal tea spilling all over the floor.
I stood there, my chest heaving as the room felt smaller and smaller, suffocating me with anger and confusion. I couldn’t stay in these four walls for another second.
Frustrated, I turned around and stormed out of my room.
I walked fast down the long stone paths, my chest heaving as the anger burned like fire inside me. I needed fresh air. I needed to get away from the palace before I ripped something apart.
My feet automatically carried me toward the pack training grounds. I thought watching the warriors train would clear my messy head. But the moment I reached the edge of the field, I stopped dead in my tracks.
My blood instantly ran cold.
Near the edge of the trees, away from the other warriors, was Rebecca. She wasn’t alone. A young, attractive elite guard was standing right behind her. He was leaning in close, his hands wrapped tightly around her waist and shoulders to guide her form. He was teaching her how to hold a wooden dagger.
Rebecca didn’t pull away. She was listening to him, her face serious as she adjusted her grip based on his touch.
My hands clenched into tight fists, my knuckles turning white. The wolf inside me roared with pure, savage rage. Get your fucking hands off her.
I couldn’t breathe. Seeing another man’s hands all over her body—on her waist, touching her shoulders—made something inside me completely snap.
I stormed across the field, my heavy steps tearing up the grass.
"What the fuck do you think you are doing?" I roared, my voice shaking the entire training ground.
The guard flinched violently, quickly pulling his hands back and dropping to his knees in pure fear. "Alpha! I... I apologize. I was just—"
"Who gave you permission to train a prisoner?" I hissed, stepping right between him and Rebecca. My green eyes flashed with a killer rage as I glared down at the guard. "She is a dangerous slave! Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t lock you in the dungeon right now for this!"
The guard trembled, completely speechless under my glare.
"Please, Alpha Kaden!" Rebecca suddenly snapped, stepping forward. She placed her weak body right in front of the guard, protecting him from me. "Don’t punish him. It’s not his fault."
I turned my furious gaze to her, my jaw clenching hard. "You are defending him?"
"I asked him to train me!" she pleaded back, her sea-blue eyes glaring into mine with pure attitude. She didn’t look scared at all. "I just wanted some basic defense skills. Remember we were attacked by rogues in the woods and I no longer have my wolf to protect me. I am completely weak in this pack. I just wanted to learn how to protect myself!"
I stared down at her, my chest heaving up and down. Her words hit me hard, but the image of the guard’s hands on her waist kept flashing in my mind.
I wasn’t actually angry that she was training. I was furious that another man was touching her. I was losing my mind because someone else was holding what belonged to me.
"I don’t care," I growled, my voice dropping into a low, possessive tone. "You want to learn how to fight, Rebecca? Fine. But no other man touches you. From now on, I am the one training you. Pick up your weapon."