Sold by my Alpha, bought by my Mate Chapter 40: An earring

Asher

"What the hell happened now?" Constantine yelled, pacing back and forth.

"That wild Alpha attacked me, he tried to kill me!" Ivan yelled, clutching his arm.

"You despicable Beta! You have no honor! If I wanted to kill you, you wouldn't be right now wasting oxygen in this world," I told him, and he screamed like a spoiled child.

"You see? That bastard attacked me!" he shouted.

"Counselor, you will understand that this is truly disturbing. An Alpha has never been welcomed so warmly by another pack, even though we are enemies. Red Moon has done everything possible to keep the peace... but Alpha Asher has only provoked us. This is unacceptable!" Randall said with lofty words.

This man is unbearable.

"Enough! With everything that has happened, the confrontations and the attack... I think it's best if we return to the castle. There is still time for your mate to meet with both of you and make a decision. Our time at Red Moon is over," Constantine said, relieved.

When we left the meeting, Randall and Ivan were waiting for us.

"It seems the clowns are not tired of this circus," Duncan murmured.

"Have you recovered from your injuries, Alpha? From what I heard, those rogues almost finished you off. I am more and more convinced that you killed my brother by cheating. You are not a true Alpha, you are a weakling... a coward," Randall taunted me, and Duncan had to stop me.

"Do you know why I killed your brother? Aside from the fact that he was against the king and attacked a pack that had done him no harm... I did it because he spoke ill of my mate. He said he would rather die than have a human mate," I yelled, and Randall seemed surprised.

"A human mate! That's what you deserve! Although I heard that you're fucking our women... Bastard!" Ivan shouted, as if he was making a very funny joke, but his Alpha grabbed his arm.

"You obviously don't know what you are talking about. And it was your alpha that sent that woman to my room... you have no shame in using members of your pack..." I replied.

"What woman?" Ivan asked, lost.

"Let's go... leave him," Randall said.

"Finally, we leave this shitty pack... now I understand your decision. I take back what I said, you did well not to take this pack," Duncan said.

The night before, Randall seemed to be finishing the preparations and whatever else, so I took the opportunity to stop by my mate's room.

I knew she had been with him the last few days, and the idea that they had kissed or that she was starting to feel something for him... it broke my heart.

But when I opened the door, her eyes and her smile shone, and she threw her arms around my neck, letting me carry her. I hugged her tightly, and in that moment, all else was forgotten. Nothing else mattered.

"Millie... I missed you so much," I told her, and she had teary eyes.

"I wanted to see you... I was so afraid you were injured. You fought for me... you defended me," she said, running her hands over my arms and chest as if to make sure I was okay. I loved her hands on me.

"I'm fine, my precious mate, and I would give my life for you," I assured her, and without much thought, I entered the room and closed the door, giving her a soft kiss.

She let my tongue in, and our lips danced, finding each other like a wave on the shore, over and over again. I felt my body breathing well for the first time in a long time.

"I dreamed about you," she said, and I looked at her curiously.

"Really? What did you dream?" I asked her, and she suddenly seemed nervous, even blushing, which only made her look more beautiful.

"Things... I remember it was a good dream," she said, growing more and more nervous, her body temperature rising.

I was really curious about what she dreamt, but I didn't press her further.

"Did you know we're finally going back to the castle?" I asked her, and she smiled.

"We're leaving?"

"That's right. Do you want me to help you pack?" I offered, and she nodded.

"What the hell happened here?" I asked, taking in the mess in the room. She told me a story about a rogue who came in and destroyed everything.

"But this is not the work of a rogue. What kind of creature would ransack a room in the middle of an attack?" I questioned.

"Randall said they were looking for me because they knew I was his mate," she said, and I growled in frustration.

I didn't want to tell her, but it seemed highly unlikely. No one here knew she was his mate; those who were at the presentation seemed more like zombies. I was convinced that Randall had given them orders not to say anything.

I started helping her pack her belongings. Feeling the fabric of her clothes in my hands, I liked to think I was touching her. I brought some of the clothes to my nose and inhaled her scent.

"These are the clothes you bought me," she said, smiling. I knew he had bought her many other things, but she didn't seem to like them.

"This is the shirt you were wearing when we first kissed... when I finally heard your beautiful voice," I told her, and she gave me a charming smile.

"I remember it..."

"You know? We had a conversation that we never finished," I told her, and she looked at me intently.

"You told me that you regretted not having met me before..."

"That's right. Many wolves want to be with several women, some even dream of being able to choose their mate according to their tastes, or the most powerful, or the most beautiful," I said, taking her face in my hands.

"But none of that matters to me... I have only waited for my destined mate, I have longed to meet you. It was the deepest desire of my heart," I affirmed.

"Even if I were as I am? Human and weak?"

"You may be human, my mate... but not weak. After all you have been through and lived here, I think you are stronger than any wolf," she smiled.

"I'm glad you waited for me," she said.

"I'm glad too... you know what? After these days, it will be my turn, and I have a special date planned."

"Really?" she asked, seeming very excited.

"It will be memorable," I told her, and she leaned in to kiss me.

Again I fell into a little trance, stroking her hair while she tried to be close to me.

Any wolf will tell you that there is no better feeling than when your mate seeks you out, seeks your touch, your caresses, your closeness. And suddenly she pulled away abruptly.

"Ouch!" she exclaimed, looking down, and I saw that she had stepped on something, an earring.

It was big and shaped like a moon, the piece worn, and I could see that there was a red spot at the tip. A moon-shaped earring and red. A red moon. I didn't need to be Sherlock.

"I suppose this is not yours..." it was obvious that she had never seen it.

I smelled the earring... and it smelled like a she-wolf... but not the same one that was in my room.

Randall was obviously playing with fire, and I was going to make sure he burned in hell.