Sold to Bastard Alpha after My Divorce! novel Chapter 14

Chapter 14: Chapter 14

Kael’s POV

Rebecca straddled my lap, her fingers threading through my hair. Her mouth crashed against mine, teeth dragging hard across my lower lip.

I should have felt something. Anything.

But my mind was somewhere else entirely.

Fenrir snarled in the back of my head. Restless. Angry. His displeasure rolled through me like thunder.

*Wrong. She’s wrong. Not her.*

I tried to ignore him. Tried to focus on Rebecca’s body pressing against mine. Her perfume. Her warmth.

Nothing.

"You seem distracted," Rebecca purred, pulling back. Her voice was playful, teasing. "Did that little Omega upset you?"

I sat up abruptly. My hands dropped from her waist.

"No." The word came out sharper than intended. "She’s not worth being upset over."

Rebecca threw her head back and laughed. Like I’d told the funniest joke in the world.

"We’re not giving up on this game, darling." She shrugged carelessly. "We play until we’re done. When did you become so soft?"

Irritation flared hot in my chest. I grabbed her hips and lifted her off me. Dumped her onto the couch beside me.

"I’m not in the mood today." I stood up, running a hand through my hair. "I have to go see my parents."

Rebecca sighed dramatically. Spread her hands in mock surrender. "I can tell. Fenrir’s been cursing at me for the past twenty minutes." Her eyes dropped to my lap. A smirk curved her lips. "And you’re not even hard."

I didn’t respond. Just grabbed my jacket from the chair.

"Have fun with Mommy and Daddy," she called after me. "Try not to kill anyone."

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The pack headquarters loomed ahead. I walked through the doors with my signature stride. Confident. Controlled. Every step deliberate.

Father stood across the lobby. Magnus Blood Crown. Alpha King.

He saw me. Gave a rare nod of acknowledgment.

I headed straight for the conference room. The elders and visiting Alphas were already seated. Waiting.

Showtime.

I switched into that other version of myself. Sharp. Polished. Ruthless.

The presentation went flawlessly. Every slide calculated. Every word precise. I commanded the room like I was born for it. Because I was.

By the end, they were eating out of my hand. Contracts were signed without hesitation. Deals sealed.

I could feel Father watching from the corner. His satisfaction radiated through the bond we shared as pack members. Not pride—Magnus Blood Crown didn’t do pride in his sons. But approval. Close enough.

The second the last signature dried, I was out.

I needed a drink. Maybe more than a drink.

Fuck. I needed to blow off steam.

I slid into my car with a heavy sigh. The engine’s familiar roar cut through the silence as I pulled out of the lot.

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The drive back to the estate felt longer than usual. The weight of the day pressed down on my shoulders like lead.

But the moment I pulled into the driveway, exhaustion gave way to something darker.

Anger.

And then that damn bet flooded back into my brain. The mating ceremony. Her face. Those silver eyes looking up at me.

I’d almost kissed her.

Why hadn’t I?

I wasn’t blind. I’d seen the way her lips parted. The way her breath caught. She’d wanted it.

Should’ve been simple, right?

I shoved the thought away. Killed the engine. Stepped out into the cool night air.

The manor rose before me. Cold stone and colder memories.

Inside, I found Mother in the kitchen.

Selene Blood Crown stood by the counter, pretending to arrange flowers. Her silver hair caught the light. Her posture was perfect, as always.

But I saw it immediately.

A fresh bruise on her arm. Purple spreading beneath her pale skin.

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