Chapter 39 Crazy emotions
Chapter 39: Asher
Scarlett had some guts.
How could she just appear when I was trying to forget her? Why would she make it so difficult to ignore and erase the outlines of her beautiful curves in my mind?
"Fuck!" I cursed as I marched on to my room with a scowl on my face.
It didn't even help that even after being so irritated, I still couldn't forget how broken her heart looked as she watched me fuck that whore?
Why did she have to look like that?
And why did I even touch that stupid whore? She was no good! Her pussy felt slimy and abnormally large. There was no grip and the only thing that kept me going was because I wanted to keep seeing that hurt on Scarlett's face!
I thought her pain was going to make me feel better. I thought seeing that disappointment, shock and pain from Scarlett was going to make the pain in my heart feel like nothing... Or even worth it.
But I was wrong.
My traitorous body only ended up feeling more irritated than I would care to admit.
My mind blamed me for the pain that was in Scarlett's eyes when it wasn't even my fault.
She was the one who decided to play silly games with me. She was the one who wanted to run from me and go back to her brother!
Yet she dared carry such pain in her eyes, why? Wasn't this what she wanted? Didn't she wish to run off and let me suffer alone? Why did she care now?
And why couldn't I stop thinking about her and how she felt? Why did I care?
My disgust only increased and I marched even faster, my sole goal being to get under the shower and wash off everything. The stupid whore's useless cunt feeling around my dick and Scarlett's stupid pain.
But as soon as I got to my door and made the to pull the knob open, a sharp pain suddenly shut through my chest.
My legs stopped and I blinked, wondering what could be the cause of that... I was just going to write it off as part of the craziness connected to my foolish wolf and it's feelings when the pain shot through me once more.
Taking it more serious, I was starting to search for an identification of it when a familiar scream tore through the corridors of the palace— a scream that I recognized too well.
It was Scarlett!
Without thinking, I abandoned the door and ran back the way I came, her pain spreading through me like a bomb. At this point it was clear she was in danger, and my panicked heart couldn't even begin to think straight.
My wolf pumped strength into my limbs and in seconds, I was back into the hall, my eyes already searching for her.
Yet the strong smell of her blood was the first thing that clutched my nostrils before I saw her form knelt over on the ground holding out her bleeding palm.
My vision turned red with mixture of fear and anger.
"Scarlett! What the fuck happened?" I growled, already at her side, examining the cut for myself. "How can you be so careless!? Can't you do a stupid damn task?"
"I— I am sorry... I didn't know—" she tried to say but my troubling emotions couldn't even let me hear her.
I took her injured arm into mine and began applying pressure over the ugly cut. "How did this even happen?"
"It was... Luciano. He pushed me to the broken... Glasses..."
Like a bell of war, a ringing sprang alive within my body and my burning gaze of rage fell on him.
"What. Did. You. Say. Happened?" I hissed, repeating the question to Scarlett, yet my eyes remained burning on Luciano, my mind already cooking up murderous intent.
"I was going to clean, like you had—" Scarlett started to explain but Luciano dared to interrupt her.
He had the audacity to interrupt my woman...
"That's not true! My King! Asher!" He quickly came before me and began gesticulating with his hands— like some drunken fool—
And I clearly got the message while he kept babbling.
"I didn't push her... I wouldn't try to— she is only... She did it to herself!" He stuttered.
My right eye was already twitching with rage but I knew what to do. With one hand still holding Scarlett's arm, I motioned to him to come closer.
When he got closer, my next move was a blurr. I grabbed a piece of the broken glasses and sliced into his arm as well—and it ended with a scream from Luciano.
"My king!" He cried out as he held his bloodied arm to his face.
Drawing closer to him, I whispered: "I didn't give you the right to touch a single hair on her head, much more to draw blood. The next time this happens, your ancestors would regret it... Because you won't exist!"
Leaving him frozen, I picked up Scarlett in my arms and walked out of there, my heart burning with a storm of rage I couldn't even contain.
My brain literally went dead. The only thing left alive was a certain part that worried sick about the woman in my hands.
Once we got to the room, I placed her on the bed and hurried to the bathroom to get the first aid box. I snatched out the cotton and spirit, then I dabbed it over her arm.
"Ah!" She winced withdrawing her arm from me.
My heart sliced like a whip had been thrown against it but not letting my wolf over power my emotions, I pulled her hand back.
"If you have such little tolerance for pain, you shouldn't go around getting hurt then!" I hissed.
I took the cotton pad soaked in the spirit and dabbed it once more. This time she didn't pull back but I felt the tension in her wrist.
Unable to stop myself, I lowered myself to the palm and blew soft breezes over it as I cleaned her cut.
"Next time be more careful." I growled as I applied a balm for quick healing. "You should know that you are not the only one who feels the pain connected to you! We are—"
I swallowed back my words at the last minute as I realized what I was about to say— that we were mates! Connected?
Shit.
"We— are what?" Her soft voice caresses my ears.
My eyes raise from her palm to her face and the look in her eyes, reminded me of why I hated her. What the fuck was I even doing?
"We are nothing!" I snapped, straightening up instantly. "And you had better stop being careless!"
I stormed into the bathroom and closed the door hard. I went straight to the shower and turned the cold water over my body. Hoping the stinging cold would whip off all of the crazy emotions inside of me but who was I kidding?
I was sick and stupid. What was I even about to say to her? I hated her!
I should hate her. Yet I almost spilled how affected I was about her pain! I should care about her!
"Nonsense!" I spat scrubbing myself with such force, my skin turned raw. But it wasn't enough.
The feel of the whore I had originally wanted gone, wasn't on me anymore. I barely even remembered what she looked like. What refused to go away was Scarlett.
Her blood was obviously drained off of me but the feel of her small hand around my neck when I had foolishly carried her back to the room... The way she had softly looked at her in shock...
The way she winced through the way... The soothing feel of her voice...
All of that removed to wash away. It was stuck onto my skin like a sin from the devil himself. The more I tried to clean them, the more it stuck.
In the end, my anger only increased and I abandoned the shower. I wiped myself clean and stepped out, without bothering to cover up— nor looking at her.
I snatched out fresh clothes from the wardrobe and applied so much perfume, my throat burned but as long as I could wipe off her scent, it was worth it.
Satisfied, I headed the door. But rather than just step out, I made the mistake of listening to my heart— the mistake of checking on her.
As much as the rational part of my brain screamed at me not to do it, considering how hard it was for me to detach myself, I couldn't help it.
I stylishly checked her from the corner of my eyes and it happened. My legs stopped and my eyes narrowed over her.
She was on my bed, her head lowered over her injured arm... There was a problem.
It wasn't healing.