The Alpha's Silent Bride: Seventh Time's The Charm novel Chapter 96

Chapter 96: 096: Hit Where It Hurts

~ ETHAN ~

The pain in my chest is worse than any stabbing knife.

It twists and burns like acid eating through my heart with every ragged breath I take. My wolf is howling inside me, clawing at my ribs, refusing to accept any of this. He doesn’t want to sit here like a fucking coward while she suffers.

I can smell her heat.

Even from this distance, her sweet, intoxicating scent drifts through the night air and wraps around me like a drug. It’s driving me out of my goddamn mind with raw, primal need. My cock is painfully hard, throbbing angrily, but the worst part, the part that’s truly destroying me, is knowing that Ronan is right there with her.

Right now, he’s probably buried deep inside my mate, soothing her fire, claiming what should be mine.

The image flashes through my mind unbidden: Ronan humping into her, knotting her, making her scream his name while I cower away like a pathetic loser. All because I wanted to use her as a tool, a pawn to get to him.

What the fuck have I done?

My heart twists violently as I thrust harder into the warm, willing body beneath me, some brunette servant girl whose name I can barely remember. She’s moaning loudly, arching her back, begging me to go deeper, to soothe her own mild heat. I try to picture that fiery red hair instead. Try to imagine it’s her tight, dripping pussy clenching around me, her voice crying out for me.

But it’s useless.

My vision blurs with rage and unbearable jealousy. Even though I’m balls-deep in wet, welcoming heat, it does nothing for me. Nothing for my aching cock. Nothing for the hollow, gnawing void in my chest. Every thrust feels empty. Mechanical. A cheap, disgusting substitute that only makes me hate myself more.

"Harder, Ethan... please..." the girl whimpers beneath me, her nails digging into my shoulders.

I growl and slam into her, but my mind is miles away, back at the room with my mate. Roselle’s scent keeps flooding my senses, so alluring, so fucking tempting. It makes my wolf snarl and rage, demanding I track her down right now. Challenge Ronan. Rip him apart and take her for myself.

She’s mine. She was always supposed to be mine.

I close my eyes and picture her flushed face, her tear-filled eyes, the way her body would tremble and open up for me if I were the one fucking her through her heat. The way she’d moan my name. The way she’d beg me to knot her, to fill her, to claim her completely.

A feral snarl rips from my throat as I fuck the girl harder, faster, punishing her body for not being Roselle’s, and yet it’s not enough.

It will never be enough.

Because the only thing that can truly soothe this madness is her. And right now, she’s wrapped around another male, the one I hate most in this world.

My wolf howls in agony and fury inside me.

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