Page 95 of Her Destined Alpha
My heart thudded as I gasped, staring into the glowing blood-red eyes of the Lycan King himself.
Outcasts
Delsanra
“Well, well, well, look what we have here. A fucking stray cat trying to escape,” he said. That cold smirk of his made me shiver. I scampered out of his arms, almost tumbling to the ground when he let go of me suddenly.
“Who told you to catch me?” I frowned.
“You’re right. If you cracked that fucking skull of yours, we would have to deal with one less idiot in the world,” he mocked, taking out one of his cigarettes. I frowned and turned away, ready to walk out of the gates of this mansion. “Did Rayhan calling you kitten get you thinking you had nine fucking lives?”
“I probably do because after the amount of crap I’ve been through, I’m surprised I’m still here,” I shot back.
I walked to the gates, and to my surprise, they swung open. I glanced at the guard, who simply gave me a polite nod. I had to admit that the one thing that truly warmed my heart was that they didn’t try to keep me here against my will…
“So, care to share why the fuck you’re acting like a kid?” I cast a glance at him, annoyed that he was following.
“Actually, you’re the reason,” I said coldly.
I had to remember that he was the King. If he wanted to kill me… I’d be dead before it even registered.
“Oh yeah?”
“Yes.” I crossed my arm, trying not to show how cold I felt. Was I stupid to step out in such a thin cami and shorts in this icy weather?
“No fucking idea why you’re upset. I walked in on them at the time. Just imagine how I felt,” he said after a moment, and although he sounded normal, I could sense the tinge of pain at the memory coming from him.
I wondered if it still hurt him. He seemed to get on fine with Rayhan, though. I didn’t reply, rubbing my arms as we walked through his pack grounds. I had no idea where I was going, I just needed space and air. How had he known what had pissed me off?
“I pushed Kiara to that. I hurt her several fucking times even when I knew she was my mate.”
“So, you are to blame for that,” I added. What an annoying, arrogant, egotistical burrito!
“Guess so.” He shrugged. I stopped and glared at him.
“Why are you following me?”
“Cause I made you run, and you look like something anyone could squish in two seconds flat,” he retorted coldly. I rolled my eyes.
“I’m actually not that small. You wolves are just overgrown giants,” I muttered. Despite my attitude, I did ponder his words. It was clear he wasn’t blaming Rayhan, which meant I shouldn’t either…
“Listen, you little spitfire. You don’t have anything to be fucking jealous about. I would be the first one fucking tearing Rayhan limb from limb if there were anything between the two.” His words made my anger flare inside me, that burning power tugging at my chest. I glared up at him.
“Don’t talk about him like that,” I hissed. A smirk crossed his face.
“Oh yeah? I assure you, my words probably hurt way less than the shit he’s probably feeling right now, knowing you tried to run away from him,” he taunted coldly. His words sank in, and my stomach plummeted. That was true… I looked back towards the mansion, guilt filling me. I had reacted stupidly…
“I don’t need you to tell me that,” I muttered, shivering as I stared at the mansion.
I never realised I had so much jealousy in me... but the anger I felt when I saw other women flirting with him or imagining him with other women… the intensity of the emotions I felt scared even me. What if someday I ended up hurting someone because of them? What would Rayhan think of me?
“Feeling jealous is fucking normal. The only thing that ever held me back from castrating a few fuckers was Kiara,” he said, taking off his shirt and, to my surprise, placing it around my shoulders. I looked away from his body. Were werewolves really so shameless that they stripped any chance they got?
“Who said I was thinking about that?” I asked, shivering as I clutched the shirt around me for any warmth. It wasn’t that thick, though. He raised an eyebrow as we began walking back toward the mansion.
“I’m not fucking dumb,” he growled. I sighed.
“I was told I was born from darkness. I don’t know what that means, I was never told who my mother was or why I was given this title. There is darkness within me, and I know there is… I feel it when I’m angry or jealous.”
