5| Oh, I hated him.

STARLETTE.

I leaned against the door as I watched them continue to make out. I wanted to look away, but I couldn’t. I watched them, and I couldn’t help but desperately wish that I was the one my mate was kissing.

As he cupped her breast and kneaded it over her shirt, images of it being my breast that was being smooched flashed over my head, and a soft moan escaped my lips.

I placed my hand on my boobs and began to subconsciously rub over them.

Alpha Maximus turned to look at me, and I quickly yanked my hand off my breast, my cheeks burning with embarrassment. He could smell my arousal. I was sure of it.

He promptly looked away and continued doing things with Lauren—things he was supposed to be doing with me.

What was wrong with me? I mentally scolded myself. I was supposed to be disgusted, but here I was, getting wet.

My wolf, on the other hand, was displeased with what was playing out before us and was furiously howling in pain.

“Ahh, I love it.” Lauren moaned. She looked at me over his shoulders, a sinister smile playing on her lips.

She asked me to stay and watch them because she wanted to torture me, and she won. I was being tortured. Just that it was a torture I enjoyed. I desperately wanted to be in her place.

Maximus turned to look at me again, and the mesmerising look in his eyes caused my core to twitch. My body heated up, craving so much for him. Iris howled in pain, devastated to see our mate on top of another woman.

“What are you looking at?” Lauren asked, and she tilted his head, forcing him to look at her. “Concentrate on me. Me alone.”

They continued kissing, but it seemed Maximus was distracted, and it was only Lauren who was putting in the effort. After a few seconds, he suddenly jerked away from her and jumped out of bed.

“What happened?” Lauren asked, a frown slated on her face.

“I am tired. I have a lot of work to do tomorrow. I need to rest.” He told her, sighing.

“You’re suddenly tired. Is it because of her?” She asked, casting a murderous glare my way.

“Don’t be ridiculous.” He sighed.

“Now I’m being ridiculous, uh?”

“You should leave; I’ll see you tomorrow.” He dismissed her.

“I won’t—” She tried to protest, but...

“Lauren!” He snapped. “I don’t have time for your drama. Leave!”

His demeanour darkened, and she knew not to defy her Alpha, even if he was her… lover.

She angrily jumped out of bed and dashed out of the room, not without hissing and glaring at me.

Taking a sharp breath, I walked towards my bag of clothes and picked out the only nightgown I owned. It was old and shabby. All my clothes were old anyway. My father hadn’t gotten me new clothes in years, but he had been frequently buying clothes and other necessities for my sisters. I hated my life at my old pack, and I hate my life here also.

I was definitely cursed.

I could feel Maximus’s eyes on me as I walked to the bathroom to change, but I didn’t turn to look at him. He must have been wondering why I didn’t just change in the room, but I couldn’t allow a man who just finished making out with someone else to see my nakedness.

And also, I was kind of shy.

After getting changed, I walked back to the room and laid down on the edge of the bed. Alpha Maximus was already lying down on the other end of the bed, and I could feel his heated gaze on me.

Iris was howling in my head, pleading that I move closer to him, but I wasn’t going to oblige. Even if, despite what he did, I was still attracted to him because he was my mate, I still had my pride to protect. I wouldn’t throw myself at him.

Suddenly, he moved closer, and the next thing I felt was his arm wrapping around my waist and drawing me closer to him. His bulge pressed against my ass, and I gulped down saliva.

What was he doing?

I knew I was supposed to push him away because he humiliated me, but I didn’t. I couldn’t think straight as his scent intoxicated me. Tingles erupted through my body, and I wanted nothing else but his touch on me.

“Starlette.” He whispered, sniffing my neck like he wanted to devour me.

His hand found its way to my inner thigh, and he began to caress it. I moaned in response to his touch, my pussy dripping uncontrollably. He slowly dipped his fingers inside my core and began to push back and forth.

My moan was so loud, and I attempted to turn and face him. I was ready to beg him to have sex with me, but he held me still.

“I am not done.” He whispered into my ear. He continued stroking my wet folds, while his other hand found its way to my boobs, squeezing them. I was overwhelmed with pleasure, but I still wanted more. My heart craved for him to penetrate. My wolf wanted him to mate and mark us.

Suddenly, he slipped his fingers out of my pussy. I swung my head back to see him licking his fingers. He was licking my wetness like it was the most delicious thing he had ever tasted. Seeing him lick his fingers like that aroused me even further, and I wanted those fingers right back inside me.

I turned to face him and held his dick in my hands, determined to please him like he just did to me. But he grabbed my wrist and violently yanked my hand off him.

Surprised, I looked at his face only to see that his signature frown had displaced the look of arousal he had on only a few seconds ago.

He jumped out of bed and trudged out of the room in long angry strides. Did I do something wrong? I wondered.

Oh, I hated him.