Steel-grey. Set deep. Cold enough to carve through bone and leave the marrow trembling. They strip effortlessly.
He didn’t glance around like a man curious about where he was. No. He moved like he owned my fucking pack, and like the air here was lucky to have been inhaled by him.
Emotionally bankrupt… That’s what everyone called him.
My jaw ticked but not out of fear – fuck no my roof. it was out of irritation. That this was the man I now had to welcome under
Another figure stepped out of the same car, almost the same physique as Saint but slightly different. Ash-brown hair tousled with streaks of sunburnt gold, catching what little light there was.
Beta Kyrie.
His warm, hazel eyes scanned my environment as if a threat was hiding somewhere within my walls. He was reading everything and everyone. And not just for himself, but for him – Saint.
I’d heard Kyrie could read Saint’s silence like scripture. They called him the fire to Saint’s Glacier. He was fierce, loyal, and dangerous when provoked.
Norlan stepped up beside me as my front doors opened wide, and they all stepped in. The room suddenly grew colder. It was the raw, heavy, unapologetic power that made the walls feel too thin.
My guards straightened without realizing it. Jorja’s sobs stopped. Kade went still.
Saint’s gaze scanned the room once. He didn’t look impressed. Or curious. Or bothered.
He just… looked. Fucking asshole.
Then he locked eyes with me.
And the world narrowed.
Alpha to Alpha.
I held his gaze and looked into his empty soul. He did the same, just standing there like an iceberg in human form.
Kyrie glanced around and nodded once at Norlan. “Thanks for receiving us,” he said.
Norlan returned the nod, “We are glad you could make it.”
Funny. I wasn’t particularly glad, please.
Saint and I still hadn’t said a word.
But finally, I spoke. And my voice was edged with enough resentment to last him a lifetime.
“Welcome to MY pack, Alpha Saint,”
His face was still blank, and when he responded, it was barely a murmur.
“Let’s get to work,” was all he said.
You see? The Asshole.
KESTER.
The sluggishness at which this asshole was operating was grinding on my last fucking nerve.
What the fuck was he still doing, listening to that chew toy of his? Christ.
Karashi.
A textbook definition of pathetic.
And no, it wasn’t just me. Any sane person should be disgusted by women like her… always hovering around men like Saint like he’s the damn messiah. She’s the kind that sells both soul and spine for the barest crumb of attention. The type that thinks if she bends over far enough and swallows deep enough, one day she’ll wear the Luna crown.
Pathetic.
She reminded me too much of June.
Except June had the decency to pretend.
But, you see Karashi? No shame. She didn’t even care anymore when Saint ignored her even in public. I heard the bastard could fuck her for twenty hours a day and she’d beg for more.
He probably did.
Hell, I wouldn’t put it past them if she cleaned his shoes with her tongue in private, as long as it was his kink. The bitch would do it with pride. The way she clung to him like a leashless mutt, always one sneeze away from jumping his dick. Pathetic.
She gave her body freely to Saint, and he received it with both hands because that psycho was never satisfied when it came to women.
Karashi was always around him, ready to jump the moment Saint sneezed.
I could bet my father’s balls that Saint and his Beta had both had a threesome with her also. They probably made her bark, too.
Fucking disgusting!
“Calm yourself down, Kester,” Norlan muttered from beside me.
I almost swung at him.
He’d been like this since Saint stepped foot in my house, acting like the bastard was some kind of fucking divine solution to everything.
He’d been defending Saint and telling me to calm down when my Luna and my unborn baby were in the hands of that monster.
I gritted my teeth so hard my jaw popped.
“I’d need a private room,” the fucking psycho with grey hair said without even looking at me, fingers still flying across his laptop while Karashi’s head whipped toward his direction like he was talking to her.
Fucking embarrassing.
His voice was as cold as steel, like everything he said had been filtered through a chamber full of corpses first.
And me? I wasn’t about to answer him. I wasn’t some errand boy he could order around, and I’ll be damned if I responded like a mutt to that tone
When Saint listened and didn’t hear shit from me, he slowly lifted those dead eyes of his to size me up,
I fucking held that stare.
You can call it repelling aura, but, Saint and I can never ever tolerate each other, no matter what. He feeds on intimidation, and I hate being intimidated… And Saint didn’t intimidate me. He might freeze a room with a glance, might make Betas piss their pants just by looking at them, but I’m not like the rest of them.
And I sure as fuck don’t cower for a man who walks like the world
“Down the corridor,” Norlan cut in. “Last room on the left.” him silence.
Right. Bail him out. Again.
Saint was lucky. I wanted him to stew in his arrogance.
“How much longer, Saint?” I asked when I was done having hateful monologues my head.
“Soon enough, Kester,” He replied before dropping his laptop and heading towards the door, “I’ll be back shortly.”
Karashi followed, of course, after a few minutes of sitting down restlessly without her lifeline – Saint.
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