Fated To Three Betrayed By All Until She Rose (Leilani) by Ahvahh novel Chapter 215

Chapter 215: What he intends to do

Zevran.

Pain.

That was all I felt as I staggered in and out of the elevator, and as I made my way to Leilani’s office, the pain seemed to triple in intensity, sending jolts of agonizing tremors up my spine.

"Arrghhh!"

From the corner of my eyes, I noticed the way Caelum was hunched over, his eyes closed as he pressed his body against the wall. With a shudder, he looked up at me, his voice gruff as he whispered;

"We’re shit holes."

I frowned. "Huh?"

"Leilani is at it again..." he drawled, and I didn’t need to ask what he meant because I could already feel it. I already knew without being told what this pain meant... that it was her.

This was her giving us a taste of our own medicine. This was her showing us just how much suffering we’ve put her through.

My knees wobbled and I staggered backward. But after glancing one more time at Caelum, I noticed to my surprise that he was not angry like I had anticipated. He was not irritated either. He was simply... sad.

And in pain.

"If this is how she feels whenever we sleep with other women, then trust me when I say I now understand why she hates us," he mumbled under his breath but I heard him.

And I agreed with him too.

I just didn’t want to think about it. Especially now that I could feel my body burning up at just the thought of her being in the arms of another man. Somewhere within our mate bond, an overwhelming sense of agony surged through and I groaned when my lower abdomen twisted painfully.

I squeezed my eyes shut and exhaled. "Yes."

My body throbbed with raw pain but pushing back at it, I stumbled forward slowly until I arrived in front of her shut door.

And goddess, I didn’t even need to pry it open to know what I would find. I didn’t need to listen too hard to hear the soft moans slipping through the small cracks by the corners of the door.

My hands shook with both anger and frustration; But there was something more:

Jealousy.

Yes, that is what it is.

It twisted low and tight in my guts, making the corners of my eyes burn with a weird kind of rage. My hands balled into fists and I growled low in my throat when an urge to scratch my arm filled me.

"Should we go back?" Caelum whispered from behind me and when I turned around, I noticed that he was standing a few feet behind me, his hands buried deep into his pockets as he stared straight at me. His face was twisted into a painful frown and when he looked away from me to glance at the door, I didn’t miss the hesitation in his eyes... the discomfort.

The annoyance.

And I knew that he didn’t want to go in. Well, I didn’t want to either. I didn’t want to see whatever it was happening behind that closed door. But for some reason, I couldn’t bring myself to move away. I felt rooted in place, drawn to her scent like an insect to nectar.

I tried to fight the urge to go to her but failed woefully because in the next minute, I found myself pushing the door open, my breath hitching when I came face to face with Leilani and Frostclaw in a compromising position.

They were as pressed against each other as glue is to paper, and while she was sitting atop a large mahogany desk, he was standing between her spread thighs, his hands lost between the crevices of her thighs.

Upon my arrival, they both turned to me and I could swear that I saw a small smirk play on Frostclaw’s lips as his eyes dragged from my head to my toe.

Leilani however, had a different expression on her face. She seemed stunned. Lost. And looked like she wanted to disappear into thin air at the moment.

And her face was the last thing I saw before I turned and stepped out of her office, my heart hammering frantically in my chest like a wild bird in a cage as I walked away.

And hell, I knew that I shouldn’t be mad.

I knew that I had no right to feel this way. But even after telling myself these things, I couldn’t help it.

I couldn’t help the burning sensation I felt in my chest or the way her flushed face kept replaying itself in my head over and over again like some image sent from the pit of hell to torment me.

I could still see the satisfied smirk on Frostclaw’s face when he saw me. Could still feel her guilty gaze on me...

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify