Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Lisa

"I....I..it's you!" I squeezed out in a fake enraged tone. "You take me away from the man I love, keep me locked up in this place, and then you ask me who hurt me?"

Klaus shrunk back in shock, he hadn't expected my answer, and definitely didn't expect my outburst. He had been genuinely worried for my safety, but for Mark's sake this was the only option I could come up with. Klaus couldn't know that I had gone to visit Mark, he wouldn't take that information very well. And he couldn't know that Mark was the reason I was crying, that would only make things worse.

"Push me away all you want, you still can't change the fact that you're my mate, and I'm yours!" Klaus shot back at me. "When are you going to accept reality and move on?!" He yelled before turning away from my teary eyes.

At first I assumed it was a bloodstain, but after close observation, I finally managed to confirm that it was indeed lipstick. It was stuck just behind the collar of his shirt and I was certain he wasn't aware of it. I wanted to ignore it, to just look away and focus my attention on another thing. But every second I spent looking at it filled my veins with jealousy. Why I was annoyed at the thought of him with another woman marveled me, but that didn't stop me from calling him out.

"You're still sleeping with her even after making me promise myself to you? You're going to act nice with me, and then go behind me and sleep with Maeve?! You're a despicable man Klaus Farkas!" I spat at him, each word pronounced with enough disgust to have Klaus questioning himself. He wasn't aware of the stain on the back of his shirt, so he was utterly bewildered by my accusations.

"Nothing happened between us, i..it was just some stupid encounter.." He stammered as his eyes paced around the room for a distraction. It was the first time I was seeing him so confused and without his composure, and the sight of it was exhilarating. However, I dared not to show my amusement.

I threw my face aside dramatically and continued to feign the hurt I felt inside. "A stupid encounter? You let her kiss you, you let her touch you, and you call that stupid?" I pressed on, hoping to somehow get him to feel bad about himself. It was all a game, and I was honestly surprised it was working at all. Klaus didn't care about my thoughts on anything, and the fact that he was affected by my accusations was a bit surprising.

I had also been surprised by my own emotions. Just moments ago I had been burning with jealousy because he had spent time with another woman. I despised him for taking me away from Mark and forcefully wedding me, yet I was feeling jealous?

"It's probably the mate bond!" I concluded within myself. It was common knowledge that as mates spent time together, their bonds grew stronger, and that was clearly beginning to manifest between Klaus and I.

"I stopped her from going any further, it was a harmless encounter!" Klaus maintained, but I didn't exactly want to further the conversation anymore. My anger seemed to grow each time I thought about him with Maeve, and while part of it was because of the mate bond between us, a majority of the anger I had brewing within me spawned from my immense hatred for Maeve.

"You can do what you want, you're the Alpha after all." I concluded, but Klaus wasn't satisfied with the closure. Once again he closed the distance between us, his hands grabbed me firmly, yet gently. His eyes stared into the depths of mine, and I could see in them the truth. He was being honest, and he wanted to make sure that I saw it.

"You're the only one I care about! Don't make me question myself this much ever again—"

Klaus paused abruptly as though he had been snapped out of a trance. His words just now sounded genuine, but his reaction afterwards had me doubting myself.

"Maeve is still my lover, if you won't let me touch you, then I'll seek pleasure elsewhere. After all, I am the Alpha." Klaus said with no iota of remorse in his tone. He was a completely different person from who he was a moment ago, and the switch in personalities made me question a lot of things about him. Which of them was really the real Klaus? The cold Klaus, or the seemingly clumsy and cheery Klaus? It was odd, but I suddenly wanted to know him a little bit.

Annoyed by his words, I smacked his grip on me away. "And Mark? Isn't he still my lover—"

"Don't you dare Lisa Thornberry!" Klaus interjected hastily, this time in a fierce tone. The mention of Mark always seemed to get to him, and he couldn't hide his anger each time I brought Mark into the conversation.

"If you're going to keep sleeping around with Maeve, then why not consider my deal? It's something we can both benefit from. We don't like each other, why keep ourselves from living the way we want?"

"Enough!" Klaus's yell reverberated through the entire room. He was serious, and he was angry. "I don't ever want you to bring this up again, ever! Understood?!"

I didn't reply, I merely stared into his blazing eyes with a daring glare in my eyes. I was trembling inside, but I didn't want to show how pathetic I was, not anymore. I had come to learn that being weak wouldn't get me anywhere, even if I wasn't strong, acting strong would definitely save me from being tossed around and neglected.

My defiance façade seemed to work, and it seemed to anger Klaus even more. But instead of screaming his lungs out like he always did, he turned around and stormed out of the room. I cautioned myself and felt that I might have gone a bit too far, but that judgemental conscience of mine disappeared after a second.

After he stormed out of the room, I sat on the bed and only then did his words come pouring back into my mind. "You're the only one I care about! Don't make me question myself this much ever again—" those words had sounded a little too personal, but at the same time I couldn't really read meaning into them. Even without personal emotions, I was undoubtedly his most prized possession. I was the only person who could validate his claim to the throne.

That sentence of his could depict me as a tool in his quest to keep his birthright, or it could mean—

I stopped myself from thinking any further, I was beginning to lose my mind over some words. Klaus had no sort of affection for me, and thinking that those words held any emotional weights was equivalent to me thinking that all of this was a dream. It was very much real, and Klaus Farkas could only love one person, and that was himself.