06: Insanely Wicked Man

“We have to address the issue at hand,” said Irene’s new mate with a severe expression.

‘The issue of you already knowing my name??’ Irene responded internally. Outwardly, she cleared her throat and nodded dumbly.

“You caused a scene at my ball and turned out to be my mate,” the man said, the look on his face was ironic.

“I didn’t mean to. I just wanted to get Desmond back,” Irene spoke quietly, not even daring to hold the man’s gaze.

“Desmond?” he inquired.

“My… first mate.” Irene lifted her head.

“Ah, him,” a flash of recognition crossed the man’s handsome features, “I still don’t understand how you could get another mate right after getting rejected by one.”

He was mostly talking to himself as he spoke in whispers. Irene heard him. She, too, couldn’t understand why any of this was happening. She didn’t want a new mate. She didn’t want any alpha. She wanted Desmond. Even though he didn’t want her back.

Irene clenched her fists as she recalled the events that transpired before she got into this room.

Then she looked at her new mate again and noticed that he seemed to be in deep thought. A thought of her own crossed Irene’s mind.

The man was more reasonable than she thought he would be, going as far as to converse with her. That showed that he wasn’t a bad person, right?

“Excuse me,” she called out to him, hopeful, “May I know your name? You already know mine when I didn’t tell you so I thought it’d be better if I know yours. Not that you’re obligated to tell me your name since you’re an alpha and you don’t- I’ll stop talking now. Sorry.”

Irene closed her mouth when she realized that the man’s eyes had thinned as he stared at her ranting off, showing that he was annoyed.

“It’s fine,” the man casually said, “Your first mate as you said, Desmond, was the one who told me your name and explained your reason for being here. And I’m sorry for not introducing myself earlier,”

“My name is Adam Aldrin. I’m the alpha of Jupiter Pack.”

Irene’s jaw dropped.

“You… alpha… Jupiter… Wh-what!?!?” Irene’s brain exploded as she tried to process the new information given to her.

She shot up from her seat and pointed at Adam. “You’re the cruel and crazy alpha of Jupiter Pack!!”

Adam’s face twisted with anger and annoyance.

“I am,” he agreed.

Irene instantly covered her mouth with her hands. Fuck! What did she just say out loud?!

Even though everyone in the Werewolf Territory knew that the alpha of Jupiter Pack was an insanely wicked man, no one was stupid enough to blurt it out to the man’s face. Except for Irene.

“Oh, my gosh. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.” Irene quickly got down on her knees to beg for forgiveness.

She’d heard the terrifying tales about this man in front of her. Adam had a severe case of germophobia which explained why every inch of his body was covered and everywhere he stepped on was sparkling clean.

He never allowed anyone to touch him. Those who were foolish enough to bump into him or touch him accidentally—like Irene—had lost their lives in an instant.

With the snap of a finger, anyone he disliked could be killed. His killing record amounted to over a thousand kills. The most that an alpha has ever had in history.

“I’m stupid, Alpha. I say dumb things all the time. I didn’t mean to call you crazy. You’re not crazy. You’re sane! I swear it!” Irene cried with her face to the ground as she shivered in fright.

She heard Adam sigh deeply before he said, “It’s fine. You can get up from the floor.”

Her body stilled. She stole a glance at Adam, revealing her teary eyes and cheeks. An indecipherable expression seemed to flash on Adam’s face as he looked at her before quickly turning his head away.

“Really?” Irene questioned to confirm Adam’s previous words.

“Really,” he reassured her.

“Okay, sniff, I knew you were a good person,” she rose up from the floor and wiped her face with the back of her hand, ensuring that she was clean before she sat down on her chair again.

“Hm,” Adam hummed to Irene’s silly words, “Anyways, as I said, we have to address the issue at hand. I’m sure you must be overwhelmed by this new mate bond just after breaking one recently. Right?”

Irene nodded twice.

“I thought so. Since it’s only the two of us here, I’m going to confess something to you,” Adam leaned forward.

Irene’s eyes widened. What was he going to confess about? Did he commit some great sin? Recalling the stories Irene had heard about Adam, he had committed a lot of great sins in his lifetime.

Why was he going to confess them to her now? Was she a… saint?

“I don’t want a mate,” Adam blurted out.

Irene had been distracted when he spoke. Her head clouded with thoughts of her being a saint but unaware of it all her life.

“Huh?” Irene swatted away her far-fetched thoughts as she tuned back into Adam’s confession.

“I said, I don’t want a mate. I’ve never wanted one. This entire mating ball is nothing but a ruse to sate the council and pack members of Jupiter Pack who have been looking forward to a luna.” Adam explained everything in one go.

Irene cocked her head to one side and curiously inquired, “Why don’t you want a mate and a Luna?”

Adam’s cold features became frosty as he sharply said, “That’s none of your business.”

Irene immediately got the sense that she had asked something stupid, so she humbly said, “Sorry.”

“It’s fine,” Adam breathed out, his voice returning to its casual, smooth state. “Anyway, I’m going to reject you now. I hope you accept.”

Irene’s jaw dropped. She was going to get rejected? AGAIN??