bChapter /bb363 /b

KESTER.

bThe /bsluggishness at which this asshole was operating was grinding on myst fucking nerve.

What the fuck was he still doing, listening to that chew toy of his? Christ.

Karashi.

A textbook definition of pathetic.

And no, it wasn’t just me. Any sane person should be disgusted by women like her… always hovering around men like Saint like he’s the damn messiah. She’s the kind that sells both soul and spine for the barest crumb of attention. The type that thinks if she bends over far enough and swallows deep enough, one day she’ll wear the Luna crown.

Pathetic.

She reminded me too much of June.

Except June had the decency to pretend.

But, you see Karashi? No shame. She didn’t even care anymore when Saint ignored her even in public. I heard the bastard could fuck her for twenty hours a day and she’d beg for more.

He probably did.

Hell, I wouldn’t put it past them if she cleaned his shoes with her tongue in private, as long bas /bit was his kink. The bitch would do it with pride. The bway /bshe clung to him like a leashless mutt, always one sneeze baway /bfrom jumping his dick. Pathetic.

She gave her body freely to Saint, and he received it with both hands bbecause /bthat psycho was never satisfied when it came to womenb. /b

Karashi was always around him, ready to jump the moment Saint sneezed.

I could bet my father’s balls that Saint and his Beta had both had a threesome with her also. They probably made her bark, too.

Fucking disgusting!

“Calm yourself down, Kester,” Non muttered from beside me.

I almost swung at him.

He’d been like this since Saint stepped foot in my house, acting like bthe /bbastard was some kind of fucking divine solution to everything.

He’d been defending Saint and telling me to calm down when my Luna and my unborn baby were in the hands of that monster.

I gritted my teeth so hard my bjaw /bpopped.

“I’d need a private room,” the fucking psycho with grey hair said without even looking at me, fingers still flying across hisptop while Karashi’s head whipped toward his direction like he was talking to her.

Fucking embarrassing.

bHis /bbvoice /bwas as cold as bsteel/bb, /blike everything he said had been filtered through ba /bchamber full bof /bbcorpses /bfirst.

And me? I wasn’t about to answer him. I bwasn’t /bsome errand boy he could order around, and I’ll bbe /bdamned bif /bbI /bresponded like a bmutt /bbto /bbthat /b

b1/3 /b

tone

58??? ?

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bWhen /bbSaint /blistened and didn’t hear shit from me, he slowly lifted those dead eyes bof /bhis to size me up,

bI /bfucking held that stare.

You can call it repelling aura, but, Saint and I can never ever tolerate each other, no matter what. He feeds on intimidationb, /bband /bbI /bbhate /bbeing intimidated… And Saint didn’t intimidate me. He might freeze a room with a nce, might make Betas piss their pants just by looking at them, but I’m not like the rest of them.

And I sure as fuck don’t cower for a man who walks like the world

“Down the corridor,” Non cut in. “Last room on the left.”

him silence.

Right. Bail him out. Again.

Saint was lucky. I wanted him to stew in his arrogance.

“How much longer, Saint?” I asked when I was done having hateful monologues

my head.

“Soon enough, Kester,” He replied before dropping hisptop and heading towards the door, b“/bI’ll be back shortly.”

Karashi followed, of course, after a few minutes of sitting down restlessly without her lifeline – Saint.

She couldn’t sit still for five fucking minutes without clinging to her master’s side. Spent the whole time twitching in her seat blike /bher leash was too tight.

I didn’t need to guess what they were doing. Saint didn’t ask for a private room because he wanted to take a nap.

They had gone to fuck.

Fucking hell.

“Your Beta is still outside. He really wants to be by your side, Kes,” Non said, and I almost scoffed.

I didn’t even bother to look at him. “Let him wallow in his stupidity. bI /bdon’t want him around me.”

I turned. “You’re the only one I want around me,” I replied and walked off before he bcould /bbsav /b

war room, if that’s what these bastards wanted to call it.

Saint was sitting bat /bthe head of the table.

anything else, and made my way back into the

He just came back not too long agob, /bstill reeking of sex, like he’d barely zipped up before returning to “work.” Karashi had probably been on her knees not long ago, ying good little fuck toy for her cold god.

The bastard’s hair was a mess in that way women probably found irresistible. The scent of Karashi’s perfume still clung to his clothes like a damn stain.

He kept watching the video Nagel sent… Over and bover /bagain. I was losing my mind. I stood behind him, fists clenched so tight I bcould /bbfeel /bbthe /bblood leaving my fingers.

That was my Luna in that fucking video and he was invading her privacyb, /bbif /byou ask bme/b.

bKyrie /bbwas /bbbeside /bhim, also glued to his ownptop, watching the bsame /bbclip/b. Meanwhile, the rest of it’s team bwere /bbtyping /bbfuriously/b, bwith /bbtheir /bbeyes /blocked to their screens like they were solving the fucking apocalypse.

bWhat /bbthe /bbfuck /bwere bthey /bdoing watching the video repeatedly with so much interestb? /bAlmost bas /bif bit /bwas porn they couldn’t get enough of.

And you know what?

That’s exactly how it fucking looked.

I could swear they were having a fucking orgasm just by watching the video.

A room full of men, suits and all, watching my Luna being degraded, again and again, and no one even thought to turn the fucking sound off!

No one looked ufortable.

No one looked like they were bleeding from the inside, the way I wasb. /b

I wanted to destroy everything.

I wanted to burn this entire room down, with them in it.

I wanted to snap every screen in half. I wanted to tear the whole table apart. I wanted to grab Saint by that silver fucking hair and bash his head into the nearest wall.

I wanted to…

“I’ve got something,” Kyrie’s words halted my spiralling instantly, and my gaze snapped in his direction. Every click in the room came to a dead

stop.

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