Chapter 29

FLINT

“My lord, you still haven't signed the documents!” The voice of my beta resounded and jolted me out of my thoughts.

I sluggishly looked up at his face and watched as he looked down at the papers in his hands and sighed.

“Then drop them!” I said with annoyance.

“Sir, the papers are urgent, and they need to be signed!” He said, and I angrily pushed the liquor cup that I was drinking from away, causing it to fall to the ground and shatter into pieces.

He was shocked but placed the files on the table regardless. I hesitated for a while before picking up the pen and signing the papers.

He immediately picked up the papers as I threw the pen off. He looked down at the papers and back at me with confusion.

“Alpha, you signed the wrong places on the papers!” He said, trying to place the papers on the table, but I groaned and yelled at him immediately.

“Get out!” I said, and he was startled; he stepped back and looked at me with his mouth wide open.

“What did I just say? Get the hell out of my office!” I yelled at him, and he instantly walked out of the office. He had not shut my door when another person walked in.

I wanted to yell at him again, thinking he was the one who came back, but I was shocked to see Kiara.

I sighed and shut my eyes, as I didn't want to deal with her drama just yet. At a glance at her, I could see she was taking her duty as Luna very seriously.

Fully dressed like she was going to attend a gala, with makeup and accessories, and I wonder if she cares that we haven't seen each other in days like couples.

We both knew that this marriage was just to fulfill the desires of our parents and the needs of the clan, nothing else.

The more I listened to the taps her shoe made, the more I had headaches. Now I remember the soft taps that Amy's foot makes whenever she is walking around me.

It is not loud, but I have mastered everything, and I can't help but miss it right now. 

“Flint, don't tell me you have been here draining beers the whole day?” She said, and subconsciously, I held my head.

Listening to her voice made me crave Amy. She had a more gentle voice, a voice that could call my name with some warmth and sweetness that I can't help but miss.

“Flint, why is everywhere so stuffy and stinky? Why are the curtains down? What is going on? Have you been drinking?” She went on and on ranting as she walked to the curtain, swiped it to the side, and opened the windows.

“What the hell, Kaira!” I said, but she was not listening to me. The light from the window and the smell were equally irritating to me.

I just wanted to be alone, and this place looks like a den of rotten bones and a living sacrifice for the ghost. Why did you stay in here?

Is your secretary not coming from here? Why didn't he clean it up? I will call the servant to come clean this room!” She continued.

Acting like the lady of the house, she didn't even come to check on me, but she would rather complain! 

I wish I didn't venture into marriage with her because everything is a mess! Every single thing is a mess right here.

She walked closer and spent a few minutes complaining and kicking the empty cans of beer aside.

“Did you just break this cup, and your secretary left just like that?” She asked, and finally, I opened my eyes.

“Kiara, what the fuck are you doing here?” I asked, and she looked at my face!

“Have you had a bath in the two days since you locked yourself here?” She asked, and I was shocked at how caring she could be!

Is this what she calls caring? She is nothing but a lady who wants to keep her image as the queen intact, and she will take anything away that doesn't allow her to keep her image as a perfect queen.

“I need you to have your bath, and I will have the maids clean up this mess. You are an Alpha. You can't break down like this?” She said, and I looked at her.

What am I to her? Just an Alpha? Will she ever consider me as a human being who can have emotions and go through some shit in life?

“Kaira, get out!” I said, and she was surprised! She looked at me and rolled her eyes like I wasn't being serious with what I just said.

“I need you to clean up. You are drunk, and you don't even know what you are saying at this moment,” she said. That was the last straw that broke the silence.

“Get out!” I said, and she looked at me like I was smoking or playing pranks with her.

“I said get out of here! You clearly do not fit this situation; get out. If this room is too dirty for you, get the hell out!’ I yelled at her, and she laughed.

“I am your wife, so I will stay!” She said, and I laughed at her words.

“You are nothing! You are obviously not acting like my wife because if you were my wife, you would be bothered about me and not about the room status.” I said, and she looked around like she was right by doing what she did.

“You are busy being bothered about the situation that you did not think was weird and not right that your so-called husband did not come to you for the past two days,” I said, and she did not even look like she was wrong.

“I have been here, drinking and drowning in sorrow, thinking about my decision, and you coming here only gave me another reason to believe that I made a mistake.” She kept meaning her status with her head up as she looked at me.

“I shouldn't have listened to my parents. Marrying you was a great mistake!’ I said it to her face, and she was shocked.

“Take that back right now, Alpha Flint!” She yelled, and I chuckled.

“And if I don't!” I replied,