Thirst for revenge

Ortega’s POV:

As my eyes slowly flutter open, the room comes into focus, and I find myself greeted by the sight of a luxurious chandelier above me. A groan escapes my lips as I attempt to sit up, feeling disoriented and weak.

"Hey, take it easy," a familiar voice soothes, and I turn to see Alfredo approaching with a cup in hand. He places the cup on the bedside table before helping me sit upright on the bed. I glance around the room, trying to piece together what happened, and the memories come flooding back – the feeling of betrayal, the pain, and then darkness.

"Here, have this," Alfredo offers, extending the cup to me. I accept it gratefully, recognizing the aroma of black coffee, my favorite.

"Thank you," I murmur, taking a sip and savoring the familiar taste.

"How long was I out?" I inquire, curious about the duration of my unconsciousness.

"About thirty minutes or so," Alfredo replies, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.

"Really?" I ask, surprised by the relatively short time I was unconscious. Normally, the pain of sensing Killian's betrayal leaves me incapacitated for much longer.

"I understand your surprise," Alfredo says, as if sensing my thoughts. "The concoction I prepared helped ease the pain and speed up your recovery."

"You did that for me?" I marvel, feeling touched by his gesture.

"Yes, it was the least I could do," he nods. "And while you were resting, I ordered some food for you."

As Alfredo brings the tray of food to me, placing it gently on the bed, I can't help but feel grateful for his kindness. Despite meeting him just today, it feels like we’ve known each other for a long time.

"Thank you, Alfredo," I say, smiling gratefully as I begin to enjoy the meal he ordered for me. In this moment, I'm filled with a sense of gratitude for his unexpected support and companionship.

As I sit there, savoring the meal Alfredo ordered for me, I can't help but feel a sense of awe and gratitude towards him. It's rare to encounter someone so genuinely caring and considerate.

Alfredo's actions speak volumes about the kind of person he is – compassionate, empathetic, and willing to go above and beyond to help others, even those he's just met. It's a quality that sets him apart from anyone I've ever known, and it leaves me feeling both humbled and deeply touched.

As I continue to eat, I steal glances at Alfredo, struck by the warmth and sincerity in his eyes. It's clear that there's something special about him, something that sets him apart from the rest. And in this moment, I feel incredibly fortunate to have crossed paths with him, even if it's only for a short while.

I may have only met Alfredo today, but his kindness and compassion have left a lasting impression on me.

"Ortega," Alfredo's voice floats softly through the air.

"Yes?" I respond, glancing at him as I slowly chew my food.

"I know it's only been a few hours since we met, but I'm genuinely curious about your mate and why he's betraying you," Alfredo says, his words causing me to halt my chewing and let my utensils fall to the table.

Alfredo notices the shift in my expression.

"It's okay if you don't want to talk about it," he quickly adds, but I shake my head.

"No, it's okay. You've done so much for me already; you deserve to know," I reply, adjusting myself on the bed.

I take a sharp breath before continuing, "My mate is the future alpha of my pack. In just a few days, he'll ascend to that role, but to me, that's irrelevant. Three weeks ago, on my birthday, I caught him in bed with my sister. Since then, I've urged him to reject me, but he refuses, insisting that I'll give him an heir. I disagree, and in his anger, he assaults me, throwing me down the stairs. I'm fortunate to survive, but I've kept it all to myself…” I pause, feeling a lot of emotional pain as I remember ow Killian assaulted me weeks ago.

As Alfredo listens to my story, his expression shifts from curiosity to concern, and I can't help but feel a pang of guilt for burdening him with my troubles. But his gentle reassurance encourages me to continue, to share the truth that weighs heavily on my heart.

I sigh softly and continue, “When my father asked what I wanted for my birthday, I simply requested a vacation. So he booked this hotel for me, and that's how our paths crossed," I explain, managing a small smile. Tears hover at the edge of my eyes, but I hastily wipe them away, determined not to let my emotions overwhelm me.

As I finish recounting the events of that fateful night, I let out a small sigh, feeling a weight lift off my shoulders. Despite the pain and heartache, there's a sense of liberation in finally sharing my story with someone who truly cares.

"I'm sorry you had to go through all that," Alfredo says softly, his voice filled with empathy.

"It's okay," I reply, offering him a small smile. "Thank you for listening."

Alfredo reaches out to squeeze my hand gently, a silent gesture of support and understanding. In that moment, I realize just how grateful I am to have met him.

The room fall into a grave silence as Alfredo and I gaze at each other without saying a word. At that moment, I can’t help but admire him. His handsome, well-sculpted face, his green eyes, his thick eyebrows and well-pointed nose. Then suddenly, his phone starts ringing, disrupting the moment.

“Excuse me,” he says as he brings out his phone from his pocket, and he stare at the screen before standing up.

“I’ll be right back,” he adds, and I nod, watching him as he walks to the bathroom to receive the call.

As I remain seated on the bed, I can’t help but reflect on my life this past few weeks. I begin to regret the day I met Killian. We grew up together, and I thought he is the nicest man ever, but I guess I was wrong; he is a devil.

Even after I found out about his secret affair with Jenna, my sister, he still has the gut to continue having sex with her till know, knowing fully well I would feel immense pain each time he had sex with someone other than me, his mate.

I can't help but wonder if things could have been different, if I had seen the signs earlier, if I had been stronger, if I had walked away before it was too late. But dwelling on the past won't change anything, and I know I need to focus on moving forward, on finding a way to reclaim my life from the chaos that threatens to consume me.

I badly wish I can make him feel the same pain I felt minutes ago, and the only way to do that is by having sex with someone else. I think Alfredo is the right person to do that with.

As Alfredo steps out of the bathroom, I can't help but feel a sense of longing wash over me. He's been nothing but kind and supportive since we met, and in this moment of vulnerability, I find myself drawn to him in a way I can't fully explain.

But before I can dwell on those thoughts any longer, I push them aside, focusing instead on the present moment. Alfredo returns to the room, his expression unreadable as he ends the call and slips his phone back into his pocket.

"Everything okay?" I ask, unable to ignore the concern in my voice.

"Yeah, just some business stuff," he replies, offering me a reassuring smile.

As he takes a seat beside me once more, I find myself unable to shake the idea that he might be the solution to my pain, the key to unlocking the release I so desperately crave. It's a dangerous thought, one filled with uncertainty and risk, it's one I can't seem to ignore.