Chapter 7: What Were You Two Doing?

Dimitri’s POV

Where the hell is my second hand? I asked him to come to the apartment, but as soon as I entered, I didn’t freaking see him!

“Sasha?! Where the hell are you?”

He immediately came out, but his face was… red.

“Why are you so flustered?”

“I’m not. So, do we need to leave?” He was changing the subject. “I thought you wanted to stay here tonight.”

I scoffed. “With that woman in this house? No, I want to fuck someone today. I’ve been out of action for too long.”

His fists clenched at his sides.

“Your wife is here.”

“And you know I don’t like her, but… you may have a point. She isn’t that bad to fuck,” His hands started to tremble. “Don’t tell me you have a soft spot for my wife.”

“I don’t.” Yeah, that wasn’t convincing.

“Very well, then it wouldn’t matter if I do this, right?” I had to see if my intuition was right, and it was almost always on point. “Lyrien!”

She emerged from the same room Sasha did a minute ago.

“What were you doing?” Her eyes widened at the question as she glanced at Sasha. “Were you with him?”

"N- n- no," she stuttered. "I was cleaning and cooking."

I narrowed my eyes. Her cheeks were flushed, and she refused to meet my gaze for more than a second.

I folded my arms. "So, what were you two doing when I came here?”

"I-I was in the kitchen."

"Alone?"

"...Yes."

I looked at Sasha. "And you?"

"I was reviewing tomorrow's schedule."

"In my apartment?"

"You told me to stay here." The bastard knew what to say. Still, something felt off, and I didn’t like it. Not because I actually cared what my so-called wife did, because I didn’t, but because someone was daring to put their hands on something that belonged to me.

"You two are terrible liars."

Lyrien sucked a breath, while Sasha only gave me a bored stare.

“Let’s go, and that includes you, Lyrien. The old man asked you to be there,” I was lying, but I had to see what she did next.

“Alpha, that’s not true,” Sasha said before Lyrien could even move a finger. “Your father is not available tonight either.”

“Is that so?” The breath of relief that Lyrien let out was evident. “So, you want to stay here?”

He shrugged. “I’m at your disposal.”

“So… if I told you to fuck my wife—”

“Enough, Alpha,” he cut me off. “That is rude to the woman who is our Luna.”

I laughed. "So now you're defending her."

"I'm defending common sense."

"Is that what we're calling it?"

He sighed through his nose. "I've known you for years."

"And?"

"You tend to jump to conclusions."

"I tend to be right." My intuition never failed me, and the only time I didn’t listen, I was in a coma.

"Not always."

I took a slow step toward him. “Tell me I’m wrong then. That you harbor no feelings for that woman. That if I asked you to dispose of her, you would do it.”

“I can’t.” Of course he can’t. He already feels something for that bitch. “Because she is a good person. Lyrien hasn’t done anything for you to hate her as you do.”

“Does being my father’s puppet not count?”

“No, it doesn’t,” he said sternly.

"You like her." The words slipped out before I could stop them.

The apartment fell completely silent. Lyrien's eyes became enormous. Sasha blinked once. Then twice. Finally, he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"I cannot believe that's the conclusion you reached."

"So, it's true."

"It isn't." He was blushing, the freaking liar.

“Very well,” I said, before cutting the distance. I wrapped my hand around Lyrien’s neck and pushed her against the wall.

She immediately tried to claw my hand away, but all I did was increase the pressure. Sasha was about to move, but he stopped himself.

“So, since I’m not touching you, you’re already spreading your legs for someone else,” I growled against her ear.

“Dimitri, stop this,” Sasha had dropped my title.

I laughed hollowly. “See? You can’t even see her in pain. Is she that good in bed? Is that why you’re acting like this? Because she is a good fuck?”

“We’ve never done anything besides talking.”

I glanced at Lyrien; her face was already turning blue. “Then do it.”

I threw her in his arms. Sasha caught her before she fell to the ground, but instead of glaring at me, she lowered her head.

I couldn't understand it. I'd met plenty of women. Confident women. Ambitious women. Women who would've thrown a glass at my head after half the things I'd said.

Lyrien simply...

Accepted them. It was infuriating.

“Stop it!”

“NO!” I roared, already finding a chair for me to sit. “Kiss her. Let’s see what you two do. Oh, and if you don’t do it. I’m killing her. Tonight.”

Lyrien’s eyes widened like a deer. She was horrified, but not because of the reasons I wanted her to. I didn’t see disgust when she looked at Sasha.

Why?

"Well?" I drawled, leaning back in the chair. "I'm waiting."

The apartment was so quiet I could hear Lyrien struggling to catch her breath after I'd released her. Saha’s jaw was clenched so tightly I thought his teeth might crack.

"You've gone too far."

I laughed. "Have I?"

"You know I would never betray you."

"Then prove it."

His eyes narrowed. “This would prove nothing. What do you even want to see with this?”

I spread my arms. "Simple choice." I pointed lazily toward Lyrien. "Do what I said..." Then I pointed at the front door. "...or I'll drag her downstairs myself."

Lyrien finally found her voice. "P-Please..."

Both Sasha and I looked at her, but she wasn’t staring at me. Lyrien was looking at Sasha.

"Don't." Her voice shook.

"Don't argue with him. Sasha doesn’t have a fucking choice. I’m the one you should be begging for help. Not him.”

“Ple-please…”

“You don’t have to do that, Lyrien. He isn’t himself. I’ll talk to him; you should return to your room.”

I stood so abruptly the chair scraped violently across the floor. “DON’T YOU DARE MOVE A MUSCLE.”

She flinched. Why was she always like that with me? Why isn’t she smiling? Why doesn’t she tell me anything?

“Leave, Sasha,” I ordered.

He didn’t move a single muscle.

“LEAVE!” This time I used an Alpha command, making sure he couldn’t go against my word.

Of course, he wasn’t happy, but in the end, he had to oblige.

The moment the door closed, I cut the distance between Lyrien and me.

She stood frozen against the wall, her chest rising and falling too fast, those wide eyes locked on me like I was some kind of monster. Maybe I was. But right then, all I could think about was wiping that look off her face—the one that said she’d rather run to Sasha than deal with me. My hand shot out, fingers tangling in her hair as I yanked her forward.

“Enough games,” I growled, and crushed my mouth to hers.

The kiss wasn’t gentle. It was raw, demanding, like I needed to brand her as mine right there in the middle of the apartment. Her lips were soft, warmer than I expected, and for a split second she stiffened—then something in her gave.

A tiny, involuntary sound escaped her, and that was all it took.

My wolf surged forward, howling with pure, unfiltered joy. The bastard sounded delirious, like this was the best damn thing that had ever happened. I nearly pulled back in shock.

What the hell? This woman wasn’t even our mate. She was my father’s puppet. Most likely a spy to get me to do whatever the fuck he wanted, but right now…

I didn’t care. Her smooth skin, her curves, her lips, her scent… I lost myself in it.

My hands moved on their own, sliding down her sides, roaming over her waist, pulling her closer until there wasn’t an inch of space between us. She was soft, responsive in a way that made my head spin. One of my palms drifted lower, gripping her hip—

A soft moan slipped from her throat.

The sound hit me like a bucket of ice water.

What the fuck was I doing?

I shoved her away hard enough that she stumbled back against the wall, breathing ragged. My chest heaved, heart pounding as I’d just run a marathon.

“Get out,” I snarled, voice rough. “Go to your room. Now.”

Lyrien stared at me, lips swollen, cheeks flushed. She looked dazed, confused—maybe even hurt, but didn’t argue. She never did.

I watched her go, fists clenched at my sides. The apartment felt too damn silent once her door clicked shut.

I dragged a hand through my hair, cursing under my breath. Sasha. Lyrien. This whole fucked-up situation. I needed to get out of here. Find someone who didn’t make me lose control like that.

But even as I thought it, my eyes kept drifting toward her closed door.