It Could Have Been My Mate

Alpha Rogan's POV

I sat down in my throne room sadly. It had been almost three days since Venessa's disappearance. I was depressed. I had refused to eat and soon Belinda came into the room. I didn't even raise my head to acknowledge her presence.

"Why are you still sulking my Lord?"

"Go away."

But she didn't move. She stood where she was looking at me with a scowl on her face.

"You know, she might be dead. You need to move on."

"Belinda, I said, Go. Away."

I wasn't in the mood to entertain her small talk.

"Why do you suddenly care? I thought you hated her. Now that she is gone, just like you've always wanted, your now looking miserable like a wet cat. What–at the last minute–made her so special?"

"You won't understand."

I felt the anger in me rise. I had just wanted to be alone and now Belinda was here asking me questions that I was certainly in no good mood to answer.

"Understand what? That you are now in love with a slave girl?"

"Don't you dare call her a slave girl!"

My anger escap