Roxanne’s POV:
I was woken up by the sound of the door closing carelessly.
I quickly sat upright, my eyes blurry, and blinked a few times. Once my vision cleared, I looked at the window.
The curtains were wide open, revealing the nighttime darkness of the room with the lights turned off.
I sadly looked at my empty bedside, then lay down, ignoring the fact that I was completely naked.
I knew he wouldn’t be next to me, but deep down in my heart, I wished he could be. Just the thought of him being away from me made my heart ache.
After he had sunk his fangs into my skin for a second time, everything escalated quickly. His hands were on my body, and this time he lifted me up without a word and took me to the bedroom. There, he took off my boxers, touching me the same way he had done back in the living room. But unlike then, he took everything slowly and much more gently, as if he was exploring something so precious and interesting to him. As he drank from me, all I could do was encourage him to continue.
I had no idea how I had even passed out, but all I knew was that it was the first time I had ever felt like that.
There was never a day I had touched myself or allowed anyone to, so it was all so new to me. Was he satisfied with how I responded, or did he just touch me because he wanted release? Those thoughts were eating me up badly.
After what felt like forever, I heard the sound of the bathroom door opening. I quickly sat upright and looked at it.
My mate came out shirtless and walked to the nightstand, turning on the light.
When he walked towards me, I froze instantly as my heart raced. I was so surprised when he got onto the bed and lay down facing me.
“What?” he asked seriously.
“Nothing,” I answered with a smile, then lay down as well, facing him.
“It’s not nothing when you look at me in that way,” he answered, then closed his eyes.
I was very happy that he was next to me, and I didn’t want to say anything that would make him leave and remember that he hated my father.
“I thought you weren’t in the room,” I whispered.
“I was in the bathroom relieving myself. Remember, you passed out halfway through the fun, leaving me pent up,” he answered honestly, then quickly opened his eyes when I burst out into laughter.
Although his voice was stable, he sounded like a whining little boy who wasn’t given his candy.
“You find that funny?” he asked seriously.
“Well, yes, you should have heard how you sounded just now. You were like a little boy whining over his candy,” I answered between laughter.
“Whatever,” he whispered and then turned and faced the other side as I continued to laugh.
When he turned back again with a blank expression on his face, I instantly stopped laughing.
“Then you won’t mind if I do this!” he exclaimed, then tickled me as I laughed harder.
“Stop, haha. I won’t laugh, hahaha. I promise,” I screamed at the top of my voice.
When a knock came through the door, he quickly stopped.
“Yes, Thelma,” he answered loudly.
“My Lord, Lady Bianca is waiting for you downstairs,” she reported.
He instantly got off the bed and stood up.
“I’m coming. Do take care of her while I dress up,” came his response.
I watched as he quickly rushed to the wardrobe, opening it. Everything was like a strike of lightning.
In just a mere minute, he was already dressed in proper attire, and his hair was no longer let loose but combed and neatly tied into a ponytail.
He looked at me seriously, then took a few steps closer.
“Under no circumstance should you leave this room, do you understand?” he asked.
I stared at him in silence because from his body language, I could tell how important the so-called Bianca was to him. She was definitely way above Thelma because this was the first time I was seeing him mind his looks that much. He looked comfortable around me and Thelma, even without his shirt on.
“Who is she?” I asked.
“She’s none of your fucking business. Now, do you understand?” he asked coldly.
“Of course, clearly,” I answered between gritted teeth.
“Good,” he said, then walked out.
I quickly stood up from the bed and rushed to the huge dressing table on my right, grabbing a comb and brushing my hair. Once I was done, I looked at myself in the mirror.
“I’m alright,” I whispered to myself, then rushed to the wardrobe and went through his clothes. Once my eyes landed on a leather coat, I immediately grabbed it and put it on, quickly tying the loops.
It wasn’t that bad because it still showed my structure.
I then went to put on the slippers, which were under the bed, and rushed out of the room.
My mate’s words were an order that I had to follow, but I couldn’t because my instinct told me that the woman meant a lot to him, and I had to see her with my own two eyes to prove myself right or wrong.
In no time, I went downstairs and heard his voice coming from a huge room on my left.
I quickly went in, and what greeted me was a shocking sight.
My mate sat next to a very beautiful redhead who looked close to my age, with his arm wrapped around her while her hand rested on his thigh.
They both were laughing freely, and it was a shock to me because it was the first time I was seeing him laugh like that.
When they both looked at me, my mate’s smile instantly vanished.
“Oh dear, what do we have here?” she asked in a soft voice.
Her voice alone held dominance, and I hated it as much as my wolf did.
“Well, she is…” my mate started, then stopped.
I couldn’t believe how he was trying so hard not to introduce me.
“I’m Roxanne, and I’m G…”
“Servant. She is my new servant,” he said, cutting me off as my wolf growled in silence.
“Really?” she asked, while my mate looked at me with a threatening look. He wanted me to keep my mouth shut.
“Yes, although I have always told you how Thelma is enough for me. This time, I realized how wrong I was because recently when she went out to hunt, I had no one to attend to me,” he lied.
“Then why didn’t you call me?” she asked.
He stood up and faked a smile across his face.
“How could I when you have done so much in my life?” he answered softly, as I felt my heart hurt badly.
“I do understand what you mean by that, Garren, but that doesn’t explain why she is wearing your coat and slippers,” she pointed out, and in that moment, I felt like my heart was being ripped out.
For her to know that it was his coat, it meant he was either sleeping with her or she usually visited his place.
“I too would like to know why she’s in it when I had not given her permission to touch my clothes,” he answered.
So this was it. He was now going to drag me down the bridge for her sake. If that was the case, then I wasn’t going to hold back in dragging him down first.
I moved closer to them and stood in front.
“Lady Bianca, I want to apologize for my sudden intrusion. Please do forgive me,” I said, as my mate looked relieved.
“But it seems you have mistaken me for a servant when I’m not. Just because Garren has lied to you, that doesn’t mean… ah.” A loud scream escaped me as I stumbled and fell down.
My cheek was hurting so much that tears were running down my eyes. I could taste the taste of blood in my mouth, and my nose was bleeding too. My vision was getting blurry, and a sharp sound was ringing in my ear.
This was the second time I was experiencing such pain inflicted by my own mate.
“Get up,” Astrid ordered in a furious growl.
I sniffed, then closed my eyes, inhaling deeply. When I opened them, my vision got clear, and my hearing became stable.
“I’m so sorry, Bianca. She is a jealous slut who doesn’t know her place. Just because I allowed her to serve me in bed, she has lost her mind. I blame myself for touching her a little. It seemed she thought of us as a couple”He said as I forced myself up.
“It’s good that you have put her in her place, then,” she answered when I looked at her.
“Lady Bianca and Master Garren, I want to apologize for my rude behavior,” I said softly, then moved closer to her and gave a low bow.
“That’s more like…”
I raised my hand and slit her throat with my claws. She immediately pressed her hands around her neck to stop the bleeding while she gagged.
Garren moved in a split second, grabbing my shoulder roughly. As I turned, I instantly kicked him between his legs with my knee. He stumbled back and fell to the ground with a very loud groan.
“It’s funny how men will forever react that way when kneed between the legs, no matter how strong or what kind of supernatural being they are. They feel pain,” I said with a smile, then looked at Bianca, who was slowly healing.
“I can’t let you heal,” I whispered, then moved to my mate, kicking his balls hard.
Once I was sure he was in so much pain, I went to Bianca and grabbed her by the hair, dragging her upstairs.
I was going to kill the bitch just to show him how crazy I was and how upset he had made me. An alpha queen in a couple of days.