CHAPTER 133
HERMES’S POV
I heard someone walk in. Thinking it was one of the guards who might have received a reply from Sebastian, I turned quickly to face the person only to see it was my younger sister, Hera.
Sighing exhaustively in frustration, I turned to face the window, ignoring her presence. She wasn’t what I needed to see or hear from now.
“The doctor said you have a fucking tumour growing in your head,” she scolded, her tone rising in provocation with each step she took toward me. “The least you could do is to stop drinking and smoking and start taking care of your health. How hard could that fucking be? And the worst part is that you’re doing it first thing in the morning.”
I clenched my jaw, my lips tightly pressed together in annoyance. I knew I had a fucking tumour growing in my fucking head. But I didn’t need someone reminding me of it every day and lecturing me on things I should and shouldn’t do. I didn’t know her for this. Her sudden caring behavior irked me. I was becoming tired of it.
If I die, then so be it. I have nothing to lose. But I can’t die without having another taste of Brianna. I can’t die without knowing what it felt like to have my cock buried inside her tight pussy and mouth hole again. That will be torture; an experience worse than death. I must get her back. I have to. This was the major reason I wanted her back.
“Please leave,” I said to Hera curtly, raising my hand dismissively without turning to look at her. “I don’t have the time and energy for your lectures this morning. Go find something better to do with your time.”
I heard her snort defiantly as I expected. “I’m not going anywhere till you hear me out. If I have to get rid of all the alcohol and drugs and cigarettes in this castle for you to hear me out then I will do it without hesitation…”
“You wouldn’t dare,” I growled, my eyes narrowing in a hostile glare as I finally turned to face her.
“Watch me,” she challenged, unwavering in her intention.
I didn’t care if she was my sister. I had given her way too much freedom and leeway to meddle in my personal matters she now had the guts to talk to me anyhow. But not to worry, she’ll get what’s coming for her.
“Don’t you think it’s time you found a man and left the castle already? Your mates are getting married and going on honeymoons every day, but you are here, rotting, getting old and meddling in things that don’t concern you.”
That seemed to wound her ego even though she tried not to show it. My lips curled to a satisfying smirk as I watched her disoriented expression, glancing around as if to make meaning of what I said.
She tried to say something in return but a frustrated groan escaped her lips instead as she held back her anger and flounced out.
“Don’t do anything stupid or else I swear you’ll regret it!” I raised my voice to remind her as she headed out but she replied by slamming the door shut.
That’s what she gets for bothering me. Next time she won’t give me another one of her stupid health lectures and what the doctor said and didn’t say. To hell with all that.
Most of my best drinks and drugs were here in my chamber. That meant I would have to lock it more often, whenever I wasn’t around and keep the keys from her. That way she won’t do shit.
I heard a knock on the door and with a frustrated response granted one of my guards permission to come in. He had a confused expression on his face. Probably from seeing an angry Hera on his way in.
But what caught my attention the most was the small envelope tightly held in his fingers.
“Good morning Alpha Hermes…” he greeted, bowing in reverence but I ignored it, focusing on the letter instead. My whole body was aching to know if that idiot accepted my proposal. I needed to know when Brianna would be coming back to me.
“Is this it?” I asked as I eagerly walked up to my guard and took the envelope from him. “Is this the reply from him?”
“Yes…” he mumbled.
I tore it open and as I read through the contents, a wave of anger surged through me upon seeing what that fool had written in reply
He wrote, “GO TO HELL.”
“I thought as much,” I muttered grimly, red with rage.
I was stupid to have even bothered writing to him. To have bothered racking my brain to come up with those words and condolence messages. I made him sweet offers but he refused. I have done what I needed to do. What I thought was due. Now he left me without a choice.
Crumpling the paper and tossing it away, I looked at my guard and ordered him sternly. “Get the spy team ready. Keep a close watch on his castle. Let me know his every move, when he’s out and when he’s in. We strike at any chance we get.”