Louisa's POV
"Fucking bitch!" I jumped up, feeling the excruciating burning sensation coming from my hand.
I looked at that fucking she-wolf, who was holding hand with that fucking warlock.
What the fuck is wrong with her?! I'm fucking her right now, for fuck's sake, and she's holding another man's hand?!
I canceled the imprint in my mind immediately.
Her hand was severely burnt, but she still wouldn't let go.
I waved my hand and tried to shift the pain away from me, but it was still there.
Didn't she swallow the fucking ring? Isn't that supposed to block all her fucking feelings from me?
I looked at that fucking she-wolf. She passed out because of the pain. So there's no fucking way to make her tell me what the fuck had just happened.
That fucking warlock struggled to crawl to her like a fucking dog and held her in his arms.
What the fuck is he doing? He wants to use his fucking torso as a broken shield to block me from her or something?
That must be fucking love. Warlocks are fucking inferior creatures who don't even know how to survive but can always find love.
I kicked him down to the ground and stepped on his back.
"Master, please don't hurt her..." His voice was shallow and hoarse, which reminded me of metallic scratches.
I stomped on him and said, "I've given you a fucking chance. Why didn't you finish your sentence to tell that fucking girl that you love her?"
He coughed out some blood from his mouth and said, "It won't be necessary, Master... She already knew... or she wouldn't have come back to me..."
Oh, fuck. Same routine. All over again. He sounded just like his fucking Casanova brother.
But he was even more outrageous because he had messed up with my woman.
My fucking mate.
"How dare you fall in love with my woman?" I stepped on him harder and asked.
"Love's an impulse... Master... I can't control it..." He whispered after coughing out another pool of blood.
Fuck. First Lucian, then Finn, now it's this fucking warlock that is teaching me a lesson about love now?
I stepped on him harder. He coughed out more blood.
His naked torso twisted under my feet like a fucking snake.
I lifted my feet and let him go.
He crawled to my feet and said in a trembling voice, "Master... It's all my fault. Lisa didn't do anything wrong. The only reason she came back to me... is because she feels sorry for me. That's sympathy, not love... The only one she loves is you, Master. You're everything to her... Please let me finish what she has started..."
While he was speaking, his hands gently held my legs and his head slowly moved up along my legs, all the way to my groins. As his lips touched my sack, I lifted my head and moaned.
This fucking male whore knew too much about me. He knew all the fucking sensitive parts of my body like the back of his fucking hand. I really shouldn't have kept him all these fucking years. I should have ripped him into pieces as soon as I fucked him for the first time.
I looked down at him and saw him opening his mouth and taking the whole chunk into his mouth. His fucking brown eyes were submissive, looking at me obediently as if he was begging for his life. Then, it came. The tender and moist muscles contracted and sucked it all in with his fucking tongue flickering around.
Fuck. Every time he pulled this fucking trick, I just couldn't help but get waves of organisms. He was so good at shit like this. Fuck. He was born to do something like this.
I roared and pulled his hair. When his head was lifted, I saw flashes of tears in his eyes.
The look on his face reminded me of the time I saw him for the first time at the slave market.
"Why are you fucking crying?" I lowered my head and approached him. "Have I ever done anything too rough to you?"
"No, Master... You've always been kind to me..." He whispered, licking his chapped lips.
Fucking slut. Useless piece of shit. I'm going to fuck his brain out until he's fucking paralyzed.
I slapped him hard and pressed him to the ground.
Just when I was about to get inside of him, I heard some noise outside.
"I'm sorry, Your Excellency, but he's not available right now..."
It was Lucian's voice.
Fuck. It's Zackery. That fucking gigolo just won't leave me alone.
I stood up and saw Alpha Zackery walking into the stable.
Lucian was following him, holding that fucking vampire boy in his arms. Obviously, he had no way to stop Zackery from doing anything he wanted to do.
I buckled up my pants and said, "Alpha Zackery, Your Excellency. You're here, in my stable."
Zackery didn't say anything. I could tell by the dark expression on his face that he was fucking pissed.
He walked straight at Louisa, bent over, and picked her up in his arms. He took the jacket from the side and covered her naked body.
Then, he turned back at Lucian and said, "Leave us."
Lucian looked at me.
"Fuck, Lucian. You've heard His Excellency. Loud and clear," I said.
"Yes, Alpha." He took a slight bow and walked off. He didn't look happy, either. And I felt like shit when I had to talk to him like this in front of others.
And the source of our unhappiness? That fucking gigolo standing right in front of me, who was holding my woman in his arms by the way.
I knew his fucking stepbrother, His Majesty the fucking King, Lycidas well, but I haven't known him for long. According to Lycidas, handsome Zack is always the quiet one in his family. He also told me about shit as still waters run deep. Well, Lycidas lost me on that one. I didn't know what the fuck he was talking about.
To me, Zackery was like a fucking vampire of fun. Instead of sucking blood, he just sucked.
The silence in the stable was so thick that I could cut it with a knife.
Fuck. What is this? I'm not allowed to fuck my own bitches in my own stable?
Zackery's eyes fixated on the fucking she-wolf's naked legs, which drove me crazy.
If this son of a bitch wasn't a fucking Lycan and Lycidas' stepbrother, I swear I will...
"I want to purchase this girl from you," Zackery said.
What the fuck did he just say?!
"She's not for sale." I leered at him and said.
He put the girl on the ground, stood up, and flicked the dust on his clothes. Then, he walked towards me. He looked just like his casual self, carrying himself with fucking grace. But I could sense some fucking mysterious dark cloud moving around him and I really didn't like it. It's fucking depressing and I hate being intimidated.
Lycans are mysterious creatures. They have that kind of fucking dark cloud thing going on with them when they're deeply disturbed. I saw it on Lycidas once when he killed his deadbeat old man, but I didn't expect to see it on his fucking gigolo stepbrother.
Zackery stopped right in front of me and looked at me. I had never stayed this close to him, which made me feel extremely uncomfortable.
"Lucas, both you and I know how our little disagreement is going to be resolved." He said in a detached voice. "I walk out of this stable with your woman in my arms and you can't do anything about it. So why don't you stop talking guff and give me a number?"