Lucas' POV
I felt my blood boil as I caught a glimpse of my wife's hand intertwined with another man's.
The world seemed to stand still as I watched the scene unfold before me, unable to process what I was seeing.
How could Leah do this to me? Lucian wasn't enough for him? And she had to hold the fucking kid's hand and he looked, apparently, at least 5 years younger than her?!
I mean, what the fuck is wrong with this woman?! I was about to buy her a bloody expensive dress, for fuck's sake. Now my heart is bleeding and...
She's still holding that fucking boy's hand!
"Leah, tell me this fucking kid is your cousin." I clenched my fists and said.
The young man looked up and smiled at me with a swagger.
"Alpha Lucas, glad to see you again," he said. Last time it was in the back alley, where you lost your belt with your dignity. You've got your belt back, but your dignity? I'm not sure about it."
"I'm talking to Leah! Not you!" I roared and kicked a fucking dummy away. It immediately fell apart and broke into three pieces with its head rolling on the floor.
Everything in my way has to be destroyed tonight.
As I approached them, my footsteps were heavy with anger. But I didn't see any guilt or fear in Leah's eyes as I expected.
Instead, she said politely to the fucking staff following me, "It's OK. You may leave us now."
The people behind me immediately walked out of the room.
"Take your hands away from my wife now, kid."
"Or what?" The young man smirked provokingly, still holding Leah's hands. "Do you want to start a fight again? Because last time we fought, I kicked your ass and you were bleeding badly."
"Come on, you fucking punk kid. Hold my hands instead!" I roared and shifted my hands into claws.
"Lucas, please. Just don't." Leah let go of that boy's hand, stood up, and held my hands. Her tiny little hands were placed firmly on my furry claws.
I calmed down immediately and shifted them back into human hands.
Leah didn't drop my hands. Instead, she intertwined her fingers with mine as if she was trying to soothe me.
This was great. She was holding my hands instead of that fucking kid's.
"Darren, I guess now it's time for you to leave." Leah said in a low voice.
That fucking kid looked at us and stood up, bowed slightly at Leah, and said reluctantly, "Miss Lewyn, if that's what you really want, I'll excuse myself. Thank you very much again for saving my brother's life and thank you for such a great performance on the runway. It's been so delightful to see you walking on the stage."
"Thank you for helping me to get my balance back again, Darren. And thank you for giving me this dress as a present. C’est parfait." Leah blushed while she was stroking the neckline of the dress she was wearing.
Does she speak French? She looks so hot when she speaks French. I want her to speak French to me in bed. I got another hard-on. But then, I realized that it was that fucking kid who was paying for the dress that I had wanted to buy as a present for Leah.
"Wait!" I said in a commanding voice. "I want to buy this dress for my wife."
"Well, I've already paid for it, so you might want to consider buying something else for her, Alpha Lucas. I hope it won't be as tacky as the seersucker suit you're wearing." The blonde kid gave me a dark look and walked out of the room.
"What the f..." I was trying to chase him back, but I had to let go of Leah's hands to grab that fucking kid.
That's not going to happen. I won't let go of her ever again.
"Lucas, Darren is just a friend. He came here to thank me for helping his brother. I was holding his hand because he's like a younger brother to me. You know that I've got three elder brothers in my life, but I have never got a younger brother."
I don't know. It seems that I don't know shit about my wife.
But the good news is, I see sparks in her eyes. If that isn't a sign of love, I don't know what else is.
I lowered my head and drew myself closer to her.
"I want to kiss you right now, Leah," I said in a passionate voice. I didn't know what else I could do in front of such a beautiful, magnificent woman. "I've been thinking about you all these days and I just can't function without you. I don't want to let you go. I want to take you back. I need you to be back with me. You're driving me mad."
"Lucas, there's something that you need to know..." Leah looked at me and mumbled.
"No, Leah. I don't want to know anything. The only thing I want is you."
"Listen to me, Lucas." Leah's lips were trembling slightly. "You know nothing about me, and you know nothing about yourself. The feelings you're having right now aren't love. It's pure jealousy. I don't want a man to love me because of jealousy. I don't want to be loved by my mate because he doesn't have a choice as the Alpha of a pack. I want to be loved like a real woman by a real man. I want the love that human beings have. The love that you have when you give up everything unconditionally to be with a woman when you absolutely don't have any obligation to do it, but you fall for her over and over again relentlessly anyway, because you're in love with her. Do you understand what I mean, Lucas?"
I, Lucas Farrow, had absolutely no fucking idea of what she was blabbing about. That level of sophistication had nothing to do with me. I want to be with my wife. I want to fuck her. I want her to shut up and lick my balls. I want to make her pregnant with my cubs, moaning my name during labor. I want her to breastfeed my babies while humming a lullaby next to the fireplace and spread her legs open obediently whenever I stare at hers.
If everything happened in my way, this world would be a perfect place.
At least for me.
So I didn't say anything but grabbed Leah in my hands, ripped off her fucking dress, and pressed her roughly against the floor.
Her eyes were filled with tears and fear, and I didn't even give a fuck.
I covered her mouth and spread her legs open with my knees.
"Don't make a fucking sound, Leah," I said. "There are people outside, including your fucking little new boyfriend."