Chapter 167 The Protegé
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"Tell me, what the fuck do you want, Bails?" I screamed. Bailey smirked, and I felt the pain of betrayal sear through my soul. I thought back to the countless nights we'd spent together—the memories that felt worthless now. Still, it didn't dull the ache in my heart. She had claimed we were more than friends; we were sisters—soul sisters, as she called it. She promised that nothing would ever come between us. Yet here we were. She'd captured me for her mate, who was a spineless asshole and didn't even care to be faithful to her: his own fucking mate.
"I have what I want," she said as her hand moved to reveal my face behind my long raven locks. "I've found my fated mate, and I'll take my position as Luna beside his side. He's an Alpha, as you know—the strongest shifter in his pack. They look to him to lead and conquer. He deserves to have a playmate of his choice, and that just so happens to be you. It's funny too, Adeline, because you never wanted to be Luna; you would have been fine being mated to an enforcer after all. I was always destined for greatness—even the Moon Goddess knew it."
I shook my head. "Bailey, come on. Listen to yourself. Really? You're willing to lock your own best friend up like a slave?" I couldn't stop the tears from creeping down my face.
"Can you cool it with the crocodile tears?" she scoffed. "A best friend doesn't leave her best friend behind while she's out gallivanting with her new Alpha, being this special red wolf that no one cared about once upon a time."
"W-what did you just say?" I repeated. Alpha Christian cleared his throat and sat down on the chair where Bailey had thrown her jumpsuit. His cock was still hanging outside his pants, but it was evident that Bailey and I had killed the mood for him.
"Someone is going to ride this dick tonight, and I'm losing patience, Bailey. It's either going to be you or your little whore friend," he said, venom laced in his voice.
As if on command, she sprang to her feet and moved toward Alpha Christian. She tugged at her black panties and then straddled his waist. I tried to close my eyes as I hugged my knees tightly, hoping they'd forget I was still in the room. It didn't take long for moans and screams to echo through the space, and the smell of arousal took over. It reeked of an orgy as they continued like that for hours. He released more times inside her than I could count—I knew because he grunted and praised her for being his good girl every time she let him. Moments later, they were back at it again.
I heard him grunt once more and quivered inside, knowing he was about to empty himself inside her again. "It's too bad your friend doesn't want a taste," he said, and I couldn't stop my head from springing up as our eyes locked. He stared at me as he stroked his length rapidly, and his come dripped from his shaft into her mouth. Bailey swallowed and giggled. "She doesn't know what she's missing."
A knock startled me, and my gaze shot toward the door. Doctor Raymond pushed it open, his eyes widening when he saw me. He then turned to Alpha Christian, who still had his cock hanging out of his pants, and Bailey, who was seated on the floor as she cleaned herself up. His nose wrinkled slightly, and I sensed that he also found the smell revolting.
Alpha Christian moved to pull up his pants and zipped the fly. "Can I help you, Doc?" he asked nonchalantly. He turned to look at me, and I saw the guilt playing in his eyes.
"I'm here to discuss the next steps for the Luna. If we leave her as is, her wolf might push through and take over. There isn't enough research on red wolves to know how dangerous they really can be," Dr. Raymond explained, returning his gaze to Alpha Christian.
Christian moved toward a leather duffle bag stashed behind the chair and ruffled through it until he pulled out a stack of books. He opened one and began scanning the pages. I realized that they looked all too familiar.
"You stole my fucking books," I managed to choke out. I felt my wolf start to rise—she was seething with rage too. If only I still had possession of my books, I wouldn't be so lost. Alpha Christian lifted his eyes and shook his head, then returned his gaze to the books.
"I don't really care what you give her, just don't kill her. I'll kill you if you take that joy from me," he told the doctor, and I couldn't hold back the gasp that echoed through the room.
He moved toward me, his scent reeking of fresh sex. "Once I figure out how to use your red wolf and defeat the other packs in the US, I'll quickly become the strongest Alpha in the country. Then, I'll take over their packs, just like your mate did to yours. It's only then, when you're no use to me, that I'll let my pack slaughter you like a midnight snack. Maybe I'll even let my men have some fun too, but by then, you'll already be my used goods."
"Fuck you—you'll never defeat Jaxon," I retorted and found the nerve to spit in his face. He looked at me stunned as he reached for the pocket square tucked into his shirt and wiped his face.
"Dose her—I don't give a fuck," he said.
"A-Alpha," Doctor Raymond stuttered, "she's too strong. Any more wolfsbane and she'll be dead. It's the baby. The baby is just as powerful as she is."
