“Tell me you love me,” Matteo mumbled, his lips in a pout as the maid kneaded his big belly. “I love you, Alpha Matteo,” she indulged him, bending forward to plant kisses on his face. Matteo grunted, irritated. “She doesn’t call me that, and your voice is scratchy, not smooth as honey like hers. Say it properly!” he roared, slamming his fists on the bed in a tantrum. Ever since Serene had left, his temper had been short, and everyone avoided him in fear of his wrath. Even worse was the fact that Thorne had shown him mercy, he wished he were dead instead. Matteo knew people would assume he had surrendered or been pitied by Thorne. Since both of them were still alive, it made sense. Thorne was a formidable opponent, and even as anger and revenge had blinded Matteo, at the point of near death, he had suddenly realized he didn’t want to die. Not at all. And leave all his comforts to who? He was going to get his revenge, Matteo thought, his face hardening in spite. He wanted to kill Th
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