Tossed Between Her Defiant Mates By Alexis Dee
Chapter 26 In The Big Guy’s Arms.
“Are we disturbing your peace?” Ron whispered, causing Kit to bite the inside of her cheek, though she still managed to force a smile onto her l*ips.
“No, it’s fine. I was planning to leave anyway,” I lied, feeling an overwhelming urge to scream at the top of my lungs. I wanted to show him how happy I was with my mates. But my husbands had ruined everything.
They had made it abundantly clear that they didn’t care about those who had hurt me.
“You’re not sticking around to spend time with us? Don’t cry if your other mates end up falling for me too,” Kit tried to make it seem like a joke, but it was a taunt to my ego.
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She wanted me to understand that my mates inviting them over was a clear indication that they didn’t care about my mental peace. While everyone laughed, I forced a weak, sarcastic smile on my l*ips.
“The ones who fall for you were never truly my mates to begin with,” I said, maintaining direct eye contact and silencing everyone. “Besides, you can have them if you want. They seem to enjoy entertaining my friends and family because that’s what they’re here for.”
My comment definitely bruised their egos, and I couldn’t help but smile widely as I left that damn house.
As soon as I stepped outside, tears welled up in my eyes. The whole incident of finding those two in my bed during my mating ceremony flashed before my eyes, and I couldn’t help but sob.
My heart ached from the betrayal of everyone. I hadn’t shed a single tear for what my father had done to me. I would have never believed these men if my father had visited me even once. He hadn’t bothered to see me, which only confirmed the truth.
My father had sold me to them, and now that they knew my father had only wanted me protected to save his throne, they were not treating me right either.
“I hate everyone,” I groaned, speeding away to the backyard, determined to exercise in that damn brown dress. I didn’t care anymore.
There was a lot of pent-up energy that I needed to release from my body. Once in the backyard, I noticed Wolvin practicing there.
“Step aside, big boy. I’m practicing here,” I gruffly muttered, grabbing the knife from the ground and preparing to relax my muscles with some moves, but he groaned in protest.
“Put that knife down. It’s from my collection,” he suddenly rushed towards me and snatched the knife from my h*and.
“Hey!” I yelled, jumping up to grab it back, but he had raised his arm, making it nearly impossible for me to retrieve it.
“F*uck you, Wolvin,” I yelled, kicking his shin. I stepped back, waiting for him to groan in pain and hunch over, but it never happened. He stood tall, as if nothing had happened.
“Give me that back,” I squared up, and he noticed me. He straightened his back and tilted his h*ead, trying to make me realize I couldn’t fight him.
“Wolvin!” I lunged towards him, attempting to attack him, when he placed his h*and on my h*ead and extended his arm, preventing me from reaching him.
I waved my h*ands around for a few seconds and realized I couldn’t even t*ouch his body. It only fueled my anger further.
“F*uck!” I groaned, fighting h*arder than ever.
He suddenly let go, and I crashed into his body. I fell into his arms, and he wrapped them tightly around me, hugging me so intensely that, for a moment, I forgot what had made me so angry.
“Relax!” he said in a rough tone.
“It’s so unfair,” I complained, tears streaming down my face.
“I understand,” he whispered.
The comfort of his arms caused me to start crying. I sobbed my heart out while being held in his embrace.
“You’re just angry right now and not thinking clearly,” he whispered, his arms still wrapped around me. The comforting scent and the protective embrace momentarily allowed me to escape the cruel world.
“Everybody used me. I thought my father loved me, but he sold me to you guys. He didn’t even come back to check if any of you were treating me right. He just wanted to get rid of me. And then-—all of you just belittle me. I know you all are somewhat angry at people with power, my father included. But what do I have to do with any of it? Do you think I had a great life growing up?” I whimpered, finally expressing everything I had been keeping in my heart.
“I don’t know anything about your childhood,” he whispered back, pulling me even closer into his chest. I felt like I was losing my senses when in his arms.
Of course, I did. Or else I would not have yammered like a silly person. “The pack members used to be so mean to me. They would always mock me and say hurtful things. Some of them even pushed me around. Whenever I wanted to talk to my father, Monique would tell me to deal with everything patiently. And I did. I thought that in the end, everyone would realize I’m not a b*rat. I don’t complain because I think too highly of myself, but because I crave genuine love. I miss my mother. Maybe if she were still alive, she would have come here to check on me,” I sniffled and noticed him delicately rubbing my back.
“It’s okay to not be okay. You shouldn’t keep all these things to yourself,” Wolvin mumbled, his voice devoid of mockery or ridicule.
“You probably think I’m acting like a spoiled b*rat again just because those guys were invited into the house. But you know what? They betrayed me during my mating ceremony. Ron must be thrilled that I didn’t end up with mates who would treat me better,” I continued to vent, not realizing how much I was pouring out. I just needed someone to listen and let it all out.
Wolvin seemed different from the others. He hadn’t pressured me into giving him access to the Royal lockers, and he had never t*ouched me just to demean me the next day. But he never responded to my complaints, either.
I stayed in his arms for another two minutes before slowly pulling away from him and wiping my tears.