Tossed Between Her Defiant Mates By Alexis Dee
Chapter 31 The Angry Beast. (Caspian Diego)
“I’m going to wear black so no one else should,” I declared, ensuring that no one would dare imitate my style.
We rose early, eager to check on the preparations for the big day. As it was already Friday, time was running short. I wanted this meeting to be flawless. Lord Bernard had to see me as the only suitable match for his daughter, someone he could truly rely on.
Once I laid my h*ands on his lockers and crown, I would accomplish what Wolvin had intended. I would cast him out and, as for that insolent princess, I would make her my new mate’s personal maid, subjecting her to the same humiliation she had inflicted upon her own servants.
“All set,” I exclaimed, clapping my h*ands and releasing a sigh of satisfaction as I carefully hung the black tuxedo I had salvaged from my fallen pack. There wasn’t much left of my pack, but it would still be enough to earn me the title of an alpha.
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Sometimes, I glanced at Wolvin and Emre and couldn’t help but wonder how they must feel, never having experienced the privileges of an alpha.
I mean, it’s no wonder Wolvin can’t attract any girls. Perhaps he’s still a virgin. If that’s the case, I’ll never bother forming a friendship with him. I have no interest in associating with people who aren’t cool enough to walk beside me.
“Where is that b*rat? I haven’t seen her all morning,” Emre exclaimed from the other corner of the room, as Bellamy displayed his collection of suits. “She’s probably in the kitchen. It’s astonishing that she hasn’t learned to cook for us,” I remarked, shaking my h*ead at our misfortune. There are far better girls out there, yet we ended up with a clueless statue who seems to have no purpose other than to complain.
“I was just in the kitchen, and she wasn’t there,” Wolvin interjected, returning to the room with a cookie in his h*and, leaving a trail of crumbs behind.
“Wolvin, please don’t eat in the bedroom,” Bellamy scolded, but Wolvin paid no attention. It was no surprise that he lacked such basic knowledge. I doubted he had ever truly had a home of his own.
That man had spent his entire life as a rogue, dwelling in the woods where his only means of sustenance was food, and his bed was the shelter of trees.
“Then you can clean it up yourself,” I warned Wolvin firmly before striding past them, determined to find Genevieve. She needed to learn to adapt to our ways and attend to our needs.
“Hey, crybaby!” I called out, raising my voice so she could hear me. The thought of making her cry was oddly fascinating to me. Each time she shed tears, it felt like a personal triumph.
It was akin to the thrill of teaching a pampered b*rat what it truly meant to lack wealth or power.
“Hey, you!” I shouted, growing irritated with her lack of response. “You better answer when I call your name next time,” I entered the kitchen, but to my surprise, there was no one there. It was strange.
‘Maybe she’s practicing outside?’ Cas suggested, urging me to check the backyard. The moment that possibility crossed my mind, I couldn’t help but find it amusing. Watching her practice was like watching a monkey trying to graduate.
Agreeing with my wolf, I stepped outside the house to search for her in the backyard. However, she was nowhere to be found, which only added to the peculiarity of the situation.
“Who the f*uck went through my bag?” Wolvin’s furious howl echoed throughout the house. His thunderous voice was unmistakable, and I could sense his seething anger even from a distance.
“What now?” I sighed, muttering under my breath as anxiety began to creep in. If Genevieve was nowhere to be found, then where on earth could she be?
She wasn’t allowed to wander off into the woods all by herself.
I hurried back into the house and discovered Wolvin in a fit of rage. His black bag lay strewn in the living room as he interrogated the other two, who appeared disinterested in being investigated at the moment.
“We already told you, we don’t know. We don’t mess with your stuff,” Bellamy replied nonchalantly, shrugging his shoulders.
“Hey, calm down. Maybe you left it open last night,” Emre attempted to approach Wolvin, but he retreated when Wolvin threw a punch into the air.
I won’t lie, this man had serious anger issues.
“And I’m missing a dagger,” he yelled, almost kicking the bag but regaining his composure before hurting anyone.
“Who could have done this?” Bellamy stroked his chin, pondering the situation. While they busied themselves searching for the missing dagger, an unsettling shiver ran up my spine.
“Guys,” I spoke up, watching their attention shift toward me.
“Genevieve is gone,” I revealed, finally piecing together the possible connection. There was no way the disappearance of Wolvin’s dagger and Genevieve’s absence were unrelated.
“What? What do you mean she’s gone?” Emre stepped forward, still keeping a safe distance from Wolvin.
“I searched everywhere for her. She’s simply vanished,” I gasped as realization struck me. “Damn it! She’s left, and we have a dinner on Sunday.”
“Wait, wait! Slow down. What does the dinner have to do with her disappearance? She must be somewhere nearby. Let’s search for her,” Bellamy shook his h*ead, unwilling to believe that she, a weak and reliant she-wolf, would venture out on her own.
“The connection is simple. She didn’t want to attend the dinner. F*uck! She set us up. If we don’t show up with her, her father will question us, and once he realizes we’ve lost her, it’s over for us. He’ll cancel the contract, and we’ll be back to square one,” I explained, my voice heavy with the weight of the realization, even sending shivers down my own spine.
“S*hit!” Emre and Bellamy finally grasped the gravity of the situation, hissing in unison.
“And she took my dagger?” Wolvin clenched his eyes shut. It was a good thing she provoked him. Now he would stop at nothing to find her. “I’m going to f*uck her up so bad,” Wolvin declared, hunching over and retrieving a knife from his bag, ready to chase after her.