The moment the alpha king and I stepped outside, I distanced myself from him. A safe distance where he could not touch me and disturb my emotions even further.
We stayed as far away from the servants and any eavesdroppers as possible.
Looking that no one was there, I said, “Say what you want, Maxxwell. Let’s get this done once and for all. I don't want to hear Zenith bitching over me and saying spiteful things," I muttered coldly. "And please. Sleep after this. I can still smell the liquor coming from your body."
"I'm sober now." Both of his hands fell on his side.
I released an exasperated sigh. "Don't make me wait anymore. I have a lot of things to do." I don't. When I come back inside, I'll be overthinking again until sleep knocks me out.
“Honesty, I actually don’t know what to say, River. I just dragged you here. I wanted to talk to you. You've been avoiding me for the past couple of weeks. I miss talking to you.”
My mouth went round. “What the fuck? Are you wasting my time? Go back to Zenith’s arms and finish what the two of you were doing earlier,” I snapped. "If you miss me, you are not busy enough to look for me."
Sometimes, I want him to look for me. To make me feel that I did matter to him.
I shook my head.
Where did that thought come from?
"Zenith was always beside me. She didn't want me to leave her side. But I assure you. Nothing happened between us, River.”
“How could I believe you when you have her kiss marks?” I sauntered towards him, yanked his collar, and exposed his neck. “Don’t tell me you were not aware she was biting your neck as if she was a vampire? And do you hear her moaning earlier? We heard her clearly, Maxxwell! I may not be able to read and write better than anyone else, but I am not a fool. Stop making me a fool!”
Maxxwell's face paled.
“I was trying to stop her earlier. I vow that nothing happened between us. I did not touch her, River. Zenith is the one who kept on seducing me.” His expression softened. “Please, believe me.”
The woman was always on Maxxwell’s mind. And the absence of Zenith will only make his heart grow fonder of him.
I hardened my expression. “You want me to believe you? Kneel, Maxxwell. That is the only thing that you can do.”
Which I know he will not do. He was the alpha king. He was proud. Arrogant. He would never grovel—
He did. He kneels in front of me.
My mouth gaped open.
“What are you doing?”
He smiled sadly. “This is what you want. This signifies my honesty.”
“Get up! The servants will see you kneeling like this! They may lose their respect for you.”
“I don’t care. Do you believe me now?”
I turned sideways, folding my arms in front of my chest. “Why are you doing this, Maxxwell? Isn’t it enough that you keep on hurting me over and over again?”
“What? But I am not….”
“You want me to forgive you? Fine. Let me go back to my pack. To Haverstone Pack. Release me from your hold. You have Zenith to begin with. I am no longer important to you, anyway.”
I wanted to stay away from this place for a moment and gather my emotions again. That was the only thing I could do to save myself.
His head fell. “Is that what you desire? To stay away from me?”
"Yes!" I exclaimed. “Why? Don’t you pity me? Don’t you pity my wolf, Maxxwell? She’s been crying every day, urging me to talk to you. To beg you to reject Zenith so that it will only be the two of us. It pained me to see her suffering like this. So please, allow me to be released, Maxxwell. Can you do that for me?”
Oh, no. I will not cry in front of him. I won't.
Maxxwell sniffed.
I stiffened.
Was he crying? Why would an alpha king cry?
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