CHAPTER 28
ZENEVIEVA
I felt so disgusted at their display of affection in my presence but I felt glad for the warmth and comfort of this room. It's better than the cold and rough dungeon out there.
"But you're not doing anything to prove that, you punish her one day and go running to her the next day!" She whined and I rolled my eyes.
Jealousy really doesn't suit her, she looks like a clingy possessed witch.
"Jeez! Don't make me puke! Running to whom? She is a responsibility that comes in so hectic and if I don't look into that, she's going to cause terrible trouble."
She sighed and came closer to him, stretching her hands to his neck and wrapping it around him.
"I know, it's just that you've been…off lately. I missed you, Tyson."
She drawled and I scoffed.
I really need to get the hell out of here, this isn't what I planned or bargained for.
"I know, I do too… badly"
I took a step backward to the door- "Don't you dare touch that door Vieva!" Tyson thundered and I rolled my eyes.
"I won't stay here, I have other things to do!"
"No, you never had anything to do in the first place other than beating everyone you see to a pulp. Don't you dare move an inch!"
"Then let her get the hell out!" I blurted and he gasped.
"What?" His eyes looked dark and angry but that wasn't going to affect me.
"I said let her_"
His hands flew to my neck.
"Don't you dare!! Don't you ever repeat such an insulting statement to her ever again! " He cupped my neck tightly and I gagged , gasping for breath while he looked around randomly.
"I dislike this painting, scrub it off to its original form."
He released me and I coughed hard and gasped.
"Scrub the paints off?" I yelled. "That's not my duty, you should call a painter or a tiler to do that "
"You're on punishment! Any work given to you should be carried out successfully without giving flimsy excuses. Get out and get to work."
He roared and I flinched, hurriedly getting out of his sight to get some water and a brush.
I came back a few seconds earlier to see them rolling on the sheets like horny maniacs while I bit my lips in anger.
I watched him tear her clothes with an intense speed and red for that my heart clenched, thumping hard and he traced his fingers down her waist and deep inside her private area!
I shouldn't look at this, I should practically avert my gaze and focus on scrubbing this impossible thing so I could leave.
I thought leaving the dungeon for a while was the best idea but it happened to be the worst .
"Oh, Tyson!! Oh please…love!".
My teeth gritted against it and I bent down to scrub angrily as if the floor offended me. I should focus badly but my eyes darted to them again and I bit my lips with tears rolling down my cheek. My wolf whispered in pain.
She was naked under him and she tried to take off his clothes frantically and he succumbed by taking off his royal robes and flinging them to land right on my face!
I flinched the apparel away and I closed my eyes and looked down!!
This is disrespectful!!
Why would he do this to me, making out and having intense sex with his lover right in my face?
This is…so painful and I don't know why.
I was never his favorite but was I looking that bad that he hates me this much to the extent of doing this again to me?
I thought getting naked and getting whipped in public was the worst punishment he could give to me but I was wrong.
My heart is ripping and I'm shedding tears like a baby even without being flogged.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, raising her naked hips to grind against his hardness, and tugged on him hard.
"Fuck Marcella!!" He growled in response and slammed into her while she cried out in ecstasy as he dug in and out into her hard.
I sniffed and averted my gaze from the naked couple right before me and focused.
I don't know but this hurts more than being burnt in a fire, I would never do this to anyone no matter how worse such a person might be.
Do they think it's some kind of show or what?
Having sex right in my face with no iota of shame or sympathy? Is that how worthless I'm being downgraded to, was I that bad , ugly, wicked, and annoying!!.
My wolf howled in annoyance and I bursted out in fresh tears while their guttural groans and moans filled the air and I kept scrubbing.
"Harder Tyson, please!!"
Marcella's voice was like a sharp knife twisted and pierced deep into my soul but she remains his favorite no matter what anyone would do or say.
How messed up can my life be?
I've suffered enough with the harsh reality of life. Why did the moon goddess pronounce me as his mate?
Why did he hate me at first sight? Instead of accepting me wholeheartedly, I also wanted to be loved and cared for.
I could have been a queen, treated with love and respect, I should have been the one on that…bed.
I just want my mate to love me!! How hard can it be?
"Clean this mess Vieva, you won't like what will happen if you delay a second.." He ordered and carried Marcella, dragging their naked butts to the bathroom and I sniffed.
I'm already too weak to get on his bad side, so I stride to take off the messed up sheets to replace them with the new ones
The room almost made me puke with the sex smell that circulated everywhere.
I changed the sheets and the pillowcases used, before grabbing a brush to sweep the dust and dirt away, scrubbing the floor in whatever way I could to make it dry before they came out.
The room was sparkling clean by the time they came out and I bit my lips out when they came out all drenched in water.
Tyson was like icing sugar as his jet-black hair dripped sexily and his biceps were toned perfectly on his hard but milky skin.
I dared not look down.
He's so shameless to flaunt himself around me naked not knowing how much my wolf gets heated up at his mere presence alone.
He's a beast, monster, demon, thwart but he's my Mate!
I crave for the silly guy and I wish I could break the mate bond!
I get irritated when I have these stupid cravings, it's just too bad.
Tyson's voice jolted me out of my reverie.
"Wash and Iron her clothes, I'm sure you were not blind while cleaning this place up."
I darted my eyes slowly to see her tiny short gown, a pair of black lacy bras, and black underwear lying in a corner.
I shook my head in disbelief and gasped.