Tossed Between Her Defiant Mates By Alexis Dee
Chapter 53 There Is Something Wrong With My Heart
(Bellamy Holmes)
I took a deep breath and knocked h*arder on the door, anticipating her response, but to my dismay, there was no answer. It seemed as though she was purposefully ignoring my presence outside.
My anxiety began to build with each passing moment. As he continued to speak about her in a demeaning, s*exual manner. My anger surged, and an overwhelming desire to confront him intensified.
“She looks like an angel in that white dress, with the soft light gently caressing her,” Caspian whispered, his gaze fixated on her through the window.
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Emre also had his eyes fixated on them, just like Caspian. However, Wolvin was completely against the idea, and he made his stance clear by stepping away and positioning himself at a distance, with his back turned to the scene. His awkward posture gave away his discomfort.
Meanwhile, I found it increasingly challenging to resist thoughts of her in a s*exual manner. The current situation only exacerbated my internal struggle, driving me close to madness.
‘Just admit it,’ my wolf grunted, relentlessly pressing me to confront my feelings.
Giving in to my inner turmoil, I finally confessed, ‘Fine. I wish I were the one sitting there.’
Afterward, I quickly straightened my back, attempting to regain composure and look nonchalant again.
“I really wish I could break free from these chains and spread your l*egs, spread some cream on your v*agina, and l*ick it till you c*um—” The bastard remained completely oblivious to the fact that his presence was making her uncomfortable. He shamelessly continued his ramblings, deluding himself into thinking he stood a chance with the princess.
At that moment, I reached my breaking point. I no longer cared about the opinions of others; I was determined to put an end to this inappropriate conversation. So, without a care for what anyone else might think of me, I intervened as soon as I heard him say,
“Can I smell your n*eck?”
My wolf’s voice was sharp and assertive as he muttered, ‘That’s enough! You need to stop it right there.’
“I’ve had enough of your bulls*hit!” I shouted, causing both Emre and Caspian to turn and look in my direction. In a fit of rage, I charged forward, kicking the door open. Genevieve, startled by the commotion, stood up hastily as I sprinted straight toward the despicable man. With one powerful punch, I knocked him out cold, putting an end to his disgusting behavior.
“You think you can lay a f*inger on her?” I yelled at the unconscious elf. In a fit of fury, I grabbed Genevieve and thrust her forward, displaying her as if to taunt him. “You’ll never get the chance to lay a h*and on her again!”
My screams echoed in the room, but the sight of Wolvin and the others quickly coming to Genevieve’s rescue snapped me back to reality. Caspian, seeing the intensity of my anger, cautiously withdrew his h*and, and Emre acted as a shield, ensuring Genevieve’s safety. Wolvin embraced her, offering comfort as she trembled in fear due to my outburst.
“Why did you let him speak to you that way?” My voice was filled with frustration as I questioned her. In that moment, it was as if everything else faded away, and my focus remained solely on Genevieve. I knew the others might mock me later for acting possessive and trying to gain her attention, but I couldn’t seem to regain control of myself.
My emotions were a whirlwind, torn between wanting to protect her and being unable to control my reactions.
It was merely because I wasn’t acting. “Did you actually consider letting him smell your n*eck?” My voice was desperate, and I tried to move closer to her, but Wolvin intervened, placing a firm h*and on my chest to push me back and urging me to calm down.
“Come on, man, you need to calm down,” Emre chimed in, but my attention was solely focused on Genevieve and the way her h*ands rested on Wolvin’s chest. Why did she find comfort in everyone else but me? It hurt to see her being i*ntimate with Emre and others while brushing me off whenever I tried to get close to her.
A mix of jealousy, sadness, and confusion overwhelmed me, and I couldn’t bear the thought of her pushing me away while seeking solace in the arms of others.
“What is wrong with you? You are scaring her!” Caspian yelled, forcefully pushing me back. These bastards never respected her, yet they never missed an opportunity to criticize my behavior.
Fed up with the situation, I couldn’t hold back my frustration any longer. “You all can go s*uck a d*ick,” I hissed, realizing I might have upset Genevieve and ruined her plans. Staying behind would be nothing short of embarrassing, so I jerked my jacket and swiftly stormed out of the cabin, needing some distance.
I needed to escape from her presence. There was something about her that had a hold on me, making it difficult to maintain control. It felt as though she had gone to great lengths to prepare for Finch while neglecting to show the same effort towards me.
‘She’s quite an intriguing creature, I must admit,’ my wolf chimed in, clearly fascinated by her actions.
‘I want you to leave me alone, please,’ I sighed, slowing down as I realized I had unintentionally walked all the way to my fallen pack.
‘Hmm! She’s still on your mind, huh,’ my wolf remarked once again. This time, I decided to ignore his comments entirely, unwilling to entertain the notion any further. I needed time to clear my h*ead and make sense of the conflicting emotions swirling within me.
I was meant to play a role, to deceive her and fulfil my mission, allowing me to return to my pack and be with my girlfriend. So, why was it that I felt an overwhelming sense of jealousy when I saw that disgusting, lowly creature leering at her body?
“There you are,” I sighed with a hint of exhaustion as I spotted Ariel in the distance. My mind was in turmoil, and I didn’t want to get into an argument with her.
“Bellamy!” Ariel screamed happily upon seeing me. Her presence should have brought me joy, but instead, my mind was consumed with emotions for Genevieve, making it difficult to feel the same happiness with Ariel.
“I’m h*eading home,” I pointed in the direction of my condo, and I noticed the smile slowly fading from her face.
“Come join us,” Ariel waved at me, but there was an underlying warning in her gesture that I better not refuse her in front of her friends.
I hesitated for a moment, rooted to my spot, before finally shaking my h*ead. “I have some files to collect,” I lied with a forced smile, desperate to extricate myself from the situation. Without waiting for a response, I turned around and hurriedly walked away. I knew that if I didn’t look back, I could escape the uncomfortable encounter.
I rushed to my empty house, consumed with an overpowering dilemma. The problem wasn’t Ariel at that moment; it was the fact that I had a huge, uncontrollable boner from watching Genevieve in that cabin.
I needed to take care of it before Ariel came after me, possibly insisting on satisfying me. Given the recent events and my intense feelings for her, the thought of anyone else t*ouching my d*ick, anyone other than Genevieve, felt strange and uncomfortable.
Trying to shake off those thoughts, I found solace in the privacy of my home, wanting to deal with my own emotions and desires without any outside interference. Genevieve had taken hold of my mind and body in a way I never expected, and I couldn’t bear the thought of anyone else being involved in such an i*ntimate manner for now.