27. SPEARS FOR A MAN

I could not hear, I could not see, just sitting there, chewing with my teeth grinding on each other. The anger had me piped up, my face inflamed with my hands shaking yet I continued picking one fruit from the other. It took everything in me not to throw it at the girl who suddenly stood up again, walking around the table to take a meat bowl then went back to her seat, sitting down and settling, a smile on her face.

She was putting up a show, just spreading my mate’s scent all around. It was so strong I knew she had not taken a shower. My eyes closed to open.

He had kissed her with the same lips he used to kiss me. He had touched her the way he had touched me and had licked and sucked the way he had sucked me. With the same lips he had used to make me scream his name. Had he called her his too, had he groaned and claimed her as his too?

The room was so silent with literally no one eating besides the king, myself, a