Mated to the Alpha: Sold to the King novel Chapter 39

Chapter 39: 0039

Kaelen POV

Smash!

I hurled a glass across my office in a fit of rage.

Darius, who was seated on the other side of the room with a book in his hands, did not even flinch. He simply tilted his head to the side, effortlessly dodging it as the glass shattered against the wall and rained crystal shards across the floor.

Then, as if nothing had happened, he went right back to reading.

"You can’t seriously be this worked up over one silly comment," he said, slowly turning a page.

He was always doing this.

Whenever I needed a moment to vent my frustration, he would sit quietly in a corner and act as though I was nothing more than background noise.

It was infuriating.

It was also exactly why I kept him around.

He was the only person who ever saw this side of me.

"Silly?" I growled, gripping the edge of my desk before letting out a disbelieving scoff. "She looked me dead in the eyes and said I was bad in bed. There is nothing silly about that."

Just saying the words out loud again was enough to make my blood boil all over again.

Was I really that bad?

Was that why she had snuck out, leaving me to wake up to an empty bed while somehow convincing herself she could hide from me?

I might not remember everything in full detail because I had been heavily drugged, but I was certain she had responded to every single touch.

Even though my memory was messed up, I still remembered how loudly she had moaned and how tightly she had held on to me.

Or had all of that been a performance?

I could not believe this.

I genuinely could not fucking believe this.

"She might not be completely wrong," Darius said at last, finally looking up from his book.

His gray eyes met mine with complete indifference as he set the book aside.

I raised a brow, silently daring him to continue.

And he did.

"You haven’t had sex in almost a decade," he said. "It is entirely possible that you’re a little... rusty."

That caught me completely off guard, and my hands immediately curled into fists.

"Rusty?" I repeated in disbelief. "Rusty?"

"Out of practice," he went on, completely oblivious to the way my expression darkened as he turned his back to me and returned the book to the shelf. "You know, you forgot the basics. Maybe you just lost your touch."

In a fit of rage, I reached for another glass.

"Don’t," Darius said without turning around.

I threw it anyway.

The glass shattered against the wall beside his head, spraying crystal shards across the floor.

Only then did he turn around. He raised one eyebrow as he looked at the broken glass.

"Feel better?"

"No," I replied, watching him walk back to his chair and sit down with his arms crossed. "You’re supposed to be on my side."

He really was supposed to be on my side.

We had practically grown up together.

We had taken over this empire together.

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