Sold to Bastard Alpha after My Divorce! novel Chapter 50

Chapter 50: Chapter 50

Kael’s POV

She was gone.

Swallowed by the crowd. Her silver hair disappeared like smoke between the bodies on the dance floor.

But I could still see it. That final look she’d given me. Those eyes. Cold. Defiant. Like I was nothing.

Like I hadn’t been the one to hold her. Kiss her. Make her scream my name.

My fists clenched at my sides.

*Go after her,* Fenrir snarled. *NOW.*

"Kael."

Rebecca’s voice. Sharp. Demanding.

I didn’t turn around. Couldn’t tear my eyes from the spot where Aria had vanished.

"Kael!" Her hand grabbed my arm. Nails digging in. "What the hell is wrong with you?"

"Nothing." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

The lie tasted like ash.

"Nothing?" She laughed. Harsh. Bitter. "You’ve been staring at that Omega like a lovesick puppy for the past ten minutes. That’s not nothing."

I finally looked at her.

Rebecca’s face was twisted with fury. Her green eyes blazed. The man she’d been kissing was long forgotten. All her attention was focused on me now.

On destroying me.

"I wasn’t staring."

"Don’t lie to me." She stepped closer. Her perfume was suffocating. "I know what I saw. You looked like you wanted to murder that man with your bare hands."

I said nothing.

Because she was right.

I did want to murder him. Wanted to rip his hands off for touching her. Wanted to tear out his throat for making her smile.

*She’s ours,* Fenrir growled. *That human has no right—*

"Oh my god." Rebecca’s voice dropped. Horror and realization mixing together. "You actually care about her. Don’t you?"

"Don’t be ridiculous."

"I’m not being ridiculous!" Her voice rose. Heads turned. "I’ve known you for fifteen years, Kael. FIFTEEN YEARS. I’ve never seen you look at anyone the way you just looked at her."

My jaw tightened.

"She’s nothing," I said. The words felt wrong in my mouth. "Just a Shadow Moon—"

"Stop." Rebecca held up her hand. Her whole body was shaking now. "Stop saying that. Stop pretending. I’m not stupid, Kael."

Silence stretched between us.

The music pounded. The lights flashed. The world kept spinning while mine fell apart.

"Do you love her?"

The question hit like a bullet.

I opened my mouth. Closed it.

Do I love her?

I didn’t know what love was. Never had. My father’s version of love was control. Violence. Ownership. My mother’s version was submission. Sacrifice. Pain.

Was that what I felt for Aria?

No.

What I felt was... different. Terrifying. All-consuming.

When I was with her, I wanted to be better. Wanted to be someone worthy of those silver eyes. Wanted to protect her from everything—including myself.

But I’d failed. Spectacularly.

I’d hurt her instead. Over and over. Because I was too afraid to admit that she’d gotten under my skin. Into my blood. Into every goddamn part of me.

"Answer me!" Rebecca grabbed the front of my shirt. Her face was inches from mine. "Do you love that Omega trash?"

*Don’t call her that,* Fenrir snarled.

"I don’t know," I said.

The truth. Finally.

Rebecca stared at me. Something shattered behind her eyes.

Her hands were still fisted in my shirt. Her body pressed against mine.

And I felt nothing.

That was the problem. That had always been the problem.

With Rebecca, I felt nothing. Never had. She was convenient. Expected. The path of least resistance.

But Aria...

Aria made me feel everything.

Too much. All the time. Even when I was trying to push her away.

"You’re pathetic," Rebecca hissed. "You know that? Chasing after some low-class whore who spreads her legs for anyone who pays her."

Something dark flickered in my chest.

"Careful," I warned.

"Or what?" She laughed. Wild. Desperate. "You’ll defend her honor? Please. You’re the one who paid her like a prostitute. You told me yourself."

The reminder stung.

Because she was right. I had done that. I’d thrown money at Aria like she was something to be bought. Something to be discarded.

And she’d looked at me with those broken eyes...

*We hurt her,* Fenrir whined. *Our mate. We hurt our mate.*

"You want to know the saddest part?" Rebecca’s voice dropped to a whisper. "She’s probably out there right now. With that man. Letting him touch her. Kiss her. Maybe more."

My vision went red.

Images flooded my mind. Aria’s hands on that stranger. His mouth on her neck. Her dress—my dress—on his bedroom floor.

No.

NO.

"She’s moved on, Kael." Rebecca’s smile was cruel. Satisfied. "She’s forgotten all about you. Found someone else to warm her bed. Someone who actually wants her."

My hands were shaking. Every muscle in my body was coiled tight.

Before I could react, Rebecca grabbed my face.

And kissed me.

Hard. Desperate. Her mouth crushed against mine. Her tongue pushed past my lips. Her body pressed so tight against me I couldn’t move.

The kiss was aggressive. Demanding. Everything Rebecca had always been.

And I felt nothing.

*Stop this,* Fenrir growled. *She’s not our mate. This is wrong. WRONG.*

I should have pushed her away. Should have ended this. Should have done something.

But I just stood there. Frozen. Let her kiss me while my mind was somewhere else entirely.

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