The Alpha King's Mistress Chapter 71: Third-wheel?

When we were near the entrance of the castle, Nicholas put me down but he quickly grabbed my arm and pulled me into the castle, his jaw tense. I couldn't help but notice the sideways glances from the passing servants. They were totally checking out the drama we were having, but Nicholas? He was like a rock, completely unbothered by their sneaky looks. He had his eyes laser-focused on me.

"Why the fck you insisted on going there?" His voice sliced through the air, sharp and stern, layered with frustration.

I rolled my eyes at him, "I was just curious about the training, so I asked Isaac and Gayle to bring me there."

"Curiosity doesn't excuse reckless actions. You had no business there"

I stopped in my tracks, making another attempt to wrestle my arm away from him, but he might as well be part of a concrete wall. Why is he so strong?!

"Why are you so angry at that?!" I snapped in frustration. “It's not like I cause trouble there”

Nicholas's jaw clenched as he stared at me, "Think before acting impulsively. This castle isn't a playground.”

I raised a brow, "Are you jealous I was checking out your warriors?"

Nicholas scoffed, "Don't be ridiculous. Why would I be jealous of that?"

I couldn't help the grin forming on my face when his ears turned red, and he looked away, resuming our walk with a looser grip and calmer steps.

Yeah, this man was definitely jealous.

“Yeah, they have impressive bodies—'' I started, but he quickly cut me off.

“So, you were ogling them?”

“Hmm, you're right… but I like your body more.”

Suddenly, he stopped walking, nearly making me stumble. I adjusted my footing and looked up at him, just reaching his damn shoulders.

But I wasn't prepared for him to fix his gaze on me. My heart skipped a beat, and I could feel the electric spark buzzing between us. He took a deep breath, then surprisingly flicked my forehead. It wasn't painful, but still...

“Hey! What was that for?” I glared at him, rubbing my forehead instinctively.

He smirked and shrugged, “That’s your punishment for looking at another man's body.”

I couldn't help but chuckle. He looked at me, shaking his head with a smile on his face. This time, his expression wasn't cold and tired; he just seemed calm.

“I have eyes, you know. You can't stop me.”

“If you do it one more time…” he glanced at me, “I would not just do flicking at your forehead, Florence….more”

I looked down at the polished floor to hide the blush on my face. Why do I think his words have double meanings?

Arghh…I am crazy!

But whatever Nicholas and I have, it is short-lived when I smell the very familiar floral sweet scent that belongs to none other than Samantha. I glanced up and immediately saw her walking in our direction. She wears her signature pink-colored Chanel short skirt and white tube paired with a pink jacket. Her pink heels clicked on the floor.

I glance at Nicholas but he never gives me a glance. His eyes zeroed in on Samantha. A pang of ache crossed my heart but I ignored it.

Samantha's gaze locked onto me as she approached, her eyes filled with an unmistakable sense of hatred. Meanwhile, Oliver continued on his path, still holding my hand. I didn't dare to remove it, just to annoy the walking bitch.

As Samantha drew closer, our steps involuntarily slowed until we came to a halt. Her gaze swept over me and down to our intertwined hands. I concealed a smirk as she shifted her attention to my casual attire—jeans, a polo shirt, and a jacket paired with Converse.

"Samantha," Nicholas began, “where are you going?”

Samantha smiled and her soft and said using her sweet and soft voice, "I was about to see you and ask you to take your dinner but I didn't know you had a visitor”

I matched her fake smile, “Hi, Nicholas requested my presence here. I guess he misses me”

“What?” Samantha blurted out.

She looked surprised for a second before she forced another smile. Gosh. I am the one whose face was hurting because of her fake smiles here and there.

“Oh, don't be silly, I know you heard me. I think he misses me”

Samantha shot back, her politeness wearing thin.

"Samantha," Nicholas began, "I requested her presence here... I need her for something."

Samantha's shock flickered across her features before she swiftly concealed it, "Ah, I see," she replied. "Dinner is prepared. Nicholas, please join me at the table."

Nicholas nodded, “Where is Layla?”

“Oh, she left, saying she would go clubbing tonight to relieve some stress.”

“It is a feat she held herself back for a week without leaving the castle just to finish the preparations.”

Samantha chuckled, “Yeah, she deserves some rest.”

While listening and watching them, I feel like I am third-wheeling. I have nothing to contribute to the conversation since I know nothing about what’s going on here but Samantha seems to know everything perfectly. Just great.

*‘Stop being pathetic. She wants you to feel that way so do something to get our mate!’* my wolf whines at my subconscious.

*‘Wow, it is not like it was so easy like a flick of a finger’

‘Well, it should be easy for you. Just like what Percival said, we should take advantage of the fact we are his mates. There are a lot of things we could do to make Nicholas hate that bitch’ *

I shifted my focus back to the two gremlins in my life. Yes, let's add Nicholas to the gremlins.

“I'm sure you're hungry right now, let's go to the dining hall,” Samantha said, smiling widely at Nicholas.

It was obvious this bitch was ignoring me. I rolled my eyes at them. But I didn't expect it when Nicholas glanced at me.

"Do you want to join us, or should we get it delivered to your room if you want to rest already?"

My eyes briefly widened at his straightforward care, accompanied by the fluttering of my heart. I took a deep breath to gather myself and decided to ruffle Samantha’s feathers a bit.

“I’d like to join you since it's better to eat with someone than alone, right?” I shifted my gaze to Samantha, “But I am not sure if it is alright with Samantha.''

“I am sure it's alright,” he casually said.

Samantha, trying to keep it cool, forced a smile my way. "Sure, join us."

Her face twisted in a hint of irritation, but as soon as Nicholas looked her way, she swiftly adjusted her expression, keeping up her fake smile.

As we strolled along, I couldn't help but notice Samantha subtly adjusting her pace to position herself on Nicholas's right side. Meanwhile, he was still holding onto my wrist, guiding me along as we walked. I found myself unintentionally placed on his left side, like some awkward third wheel.

Samantha's voice, lively and animated, echoed in the hallway, "So, did you catch that fight between the twin warriors last night?"

"No, but Layla told me.”

“Well, their fight was intense. Couldn't believe the moves they pulled off."

I listened in silence, my irritation increasing every passing second. My mind wandered as impatience simmered within me.

“They are both strong and prideful, so it was expected.”

"I think that’s why Layla almost kicked them out last night. But don't worry about them. I already told them not to do it again.”

My irritation doubled at her story, and I forcefully pulled my hand away from Nicholas. He glanced at me, frowning, seemingly about to ask why, but Samantha spoke again.

“You know they listen to me, right?”

“Yeah,” he absentmindedly replied, his hands dropping to his side.

I bit my lip, suppressing the frustration bubbling within me. Samantha's influence over Nicholas gnawed at my patience. Soon after we reached the dining hall. I let out a relieved sigh since I wanted to stop hearing the conversation of two gremlins on my side.

Two maids bowed as we entered the dining hall. I couldn't help but notice their curious gazes lingering on me. It made sense—I was a new face in this estate.