Alpha King's Fake Mate Wants Out

---- Chapter 6 The absurdity in the study ended with me drifting into an exhausted sleep. When I finally woke, the sun was setting. I was lying on my bed, my skin clean and my pajamas fresh. A cooling salve had been carefully applied to my aching waist and the place I was too embarrassed to name. Ethan, the feral wolf who had acted like a madman in the study, had apparently meticulously cleaned me up. A bitter ache swelled in my chest. If I was just a physical outlet to him, why would he go this far? "You're awake?" Ethan pushed the door open, carrying a bowl of soup.

He looked composed, as if the beast from this afternoon wasn't him. "Drink some soup." He sat on the edge of the bed, blowing on a spoonful before offering it to my lips. His action was so natural that it terrified me. T turned my head away and said coldly, "Ethan, you shouldn't be here. Go be with Nora." "shut up!" he snapped, dropping the spoon back into the bowl. " Don't mention her." "If [don't mention her, who should I mention?" I bolted upright, ignoring the sharp pain in my back as 1 glared at him. "I'm her sister! I've been occupying her place for three years!

Just knowing she's right there while I did that with you... feel like a shameless slut. 1 feel disgusted, Ethan." ---- Cruel lies always carried the most impact. T saw his pupils shrink. The air in the room dropped to a freezing point. Ethan stared at me. His jaw was so tight, like he was enduring some invisible agony. After along silence, he stood up and looked down at me with chilling indifference. "Endure it.

As long as I don't let go, you're staying in this position for the rest of your life." With that, he turned and strode out, his back looking strangely shaken, After Ethan left, I put on my most conservative clothes that could hide every shameful mark. Ignoring the dull ache in my thighs, I slipped away to the West Tower to find Nora. Thad to know one thing, "Nora, tell me the truth. Are you feeling the pull of the bond?" I asked anxiously. "Don't worry about me being Ethan's mate. Just be honest, please." Nora's eyes darted away. Finally, she let out a heavy sigh.

"I admit that when I'm near him, my heart races, and I can't look away. It's a magnetic pull I've never felt with Reynold..." My heart plummeted at her answer. Of course. Human emotion stood no chance against the fated bond. Nora started to say something else. "But-" The vibration of the phone in my pocket cut her off. It was Romeo. He'd likely realized I was missing. ---- "It's okay, Nora. I have to go." let go of her hand, terrified of hearing what would come after the " but" I couldn't handle hearing more about her feelings for Ethan. It would only make my position more pathetic.

I turned and fled in a blind panic. "As long as you're happy. Really." I forced a smile and fled the West Tower before Nora could respond. Back in my room, I collapsed onto the bed, tears streaming down my face. I told myself not to relent. Nora was wavering, and Ethan was only holding onto me out of a twisted sense of duty and possessiveness. It was better to have a clean break now than a lifetime of resentment. Thad to kill Ethan's lingering obsession If the soft approach failed, I had to play dirty. 1 pulled out my burner phone.

The moment I turned it on, several unread replies from Ethan immediately popped up. "Whoever you are, she's my mate. As long as I'm breathing, she's not leaving. "she won't love you. Don't imagine you can bind her with some 'love ' that doesn't exist. "Twill find out who you are. Either vanish now, or wait for me to find you and make you pay for touching an Alpha King's mate!" Reading the words made my blood run cold. He was insane. Even when faced with betrayal, his first instinct wasn't to dissolve ---- our mate bond. Instead, he chose to threaten my "secret lover" and force me to stay.

He was utterly convinced that I couldn't love anyone else I couldn't let this continue. If the photo only made him angry, I would have to break his heart this time. 'Trembling, I composed a message from the perspective of my "lover ", aiming for a lethal blow. "You're not her, so how do you know she doesn't love me? Let me tell you something, Ethan, She just called me crying. She said she regrets everything. If she'd known marrying you would be this miserable, she would have killed herself three years ago!

"She told me the only reason she made any sound for you was because she was imagining me! She said your touch makes her skin crawl. "Tf you have any pride left, let her go! Go marry your fated mate and stop torturing her!" Isent the message. As I stared at the few lines of text on the screen, my heart felt as though it were being crushed by a giant hand. Those words were devastating. They stripped away the meaning of the frantic "erasure" he had just performed, proving that he could break my body, but he would never break my will. "I'm sorry, Ethan," I thought.

Since he wouldn't let go, I'd be the villain.