Chapter 50 Blamed
Chapter 50: Asher
The moment my seed pumped into her, my senses resumed.
Shit!
What have I done again?
My anger returned in a hundred fold and this time, I couldn't even bring it in me to blame her. There was no alcohol in me to blame.
So the only thing left to put the blame on— was myself.
I blamed myself for losing control. I blamed myself for having sex with her again and even more— I hated myself for liking it.
I hated that even at that moment, my cock still throbbed, begging for a second round!
"Fuck!" I cursed under my breath as I pulled away from her.
I quickly fixed my pants and without sparing her a glance, I walked out of the kitchen.
My legs continued moving, my mind completely detached from the rest of me as the guilt and anger flooded me.
I couldn't believe myself! Why did I do it?
I had promised myself after last night that I wouldn't touch her anymore. I had Angel and a hundred other women if I wanted to release my fucking rage. Yet, I found myself painfully attracted to her.
The attraction was so strong that to think of avoiding her was becoming physically painful!
"Ah! Damn you, Scarlett!" I cursed as I got to my office.
What was she doing to me— no, why was I letting her do these things to me?
Why couldn't I shut her out?
Yes, she was beautiful but I should be able to resist her! I should hate her! I should—
"Asher?" Albert's voice suddenly tore through my thoughts.
I snapped my eyes to the door— where he stood— and seeing the anger in my face, he lowered his head instantly.
"I am sorry, if this is a bad time. I will return some other—"
"No, it's fine," I growled, waving him over.
The last thing I needed was for him to figure out that I was angry because I couldn't stop myself from being with Scarlett— he would surely gloat over how he had told me about it.
I dropped heavily into my seat and glared at him. "What do you have for me?"
"Actually, I need an... approval." He came closer and placed the document in his hand on the table, before pushing it gently towards me.
I frowned at the folder. "This doesn't look like it has anything to do with that son of Talon, Axel?"
He swallowed and then shook his head. "No, it's not. Axel's situation is still being observed and documented to prevent mistakes but this—" he opened the first page and pointed at the bottom—
"This is for the upcoming festival. We have some invitations that need to be sent out. I just need you to approve."
The rage boiling inside of me instantly poured out over the document before me and I scanned it. Each page only irritated me further.
"Albert, I thought you had better things to do with your time, what is this nonsense?" I growled, slapping the document close.
But Albert calmly opened the page again. "This is the period when the goddess blesses our people with fertility. I believe— considering the fact that we need an heir. This is a perfect—"
"No, Albert, this is not a perfect shit! This is stupid!" I roared. "I have more troubling things on my plate than handling a stupid festival with horny wolves!"
"Asher, I know you don't like things like this but you should know that for me to bring it up and insist on it, there is something good that could come out of it," he explained, his tone dropping to that very pitch I hated.
"Albert," I growled, clutching the edge of the table, hard. "What can a stupid festival dedicated to something equally stupid, such as love, do for me?"
"Well, for one, it's a tradition the people have really missed. I think it will be in your favour to get on their good sides—"
"And who told you I care about being on their good freaking side?" I snapped but he still remained unfazed.
"Even if you are going to take power by force, your own people must be taken care of at all times— this was your father's legacy, Asher—"
My eyes narrowed at him as we both knew that whenever he used my father as a leverage to make me agree to something, then there was more to it.
But before I could question him further, he continued;
"—Let the people have this little thing... It wouldn't even cause you anything. In fact, it can even be beneficial to you."
"Again, I ask, how can a festival of love be freaking beneficial to me?" I growled, my anger already building a bombshell so I could explode on him the minute he mentioned Scarlett.
But the old beta's eyes softened. "I have seen how much you have been struggling to forget Scarlett—"
"And this is supposed to help me forget her, how?" I countered, narrowing my eyes at him.
But he smiled and waved his hands in disagreement. "No, Asher, you seem to forget that this festival isn't just for mates and lovers, it's also the festival for lust."
My already escalating anger took a pause in his words. "What do you mean?"
"The aphrodisiac shared during the festival will help with the new girl. That's why you brought her, right?"
My interest immediately spiked at his comment but just as I was about to jump on it, I paused again.
Albert wouldn't just want me to forget Scarlett, would he?
He might not say it a lot but he supported her most of the time— even though he was loyal to me. He always found a way to speak in her favour.
Yet now, he wanted me to believe that this festival could work in favour of my plan.
As if reading my mind, he let out a chuckle. "Asher, you forget that my loyalty is to you. As much as I don't approve of this new plan you have, I am bound by my vow to support you— even if I don't want to..."
Again, my brows furrowed. I believed his words but for some reason, I still had doubts...
"Besides, seeing you this worried about the situation isn't something I am enjoying. So, I think the sooner we deal with it, the better," he said.
And I realised the doubts I had were not in his loyalty, but myself. I doubted that I would be able to lust over Angel in a festival of Love...
My entire body was bound to desire Scarlett, even if I denied it...
"You said aphrodisiacs will be shared?" I asked, surprisingly even myself.
Albert slowly nodded as a glint of excitement crossed his eyes. "Yes, there will be two kinds to accommodate the theme of the festival. One for love and one for lust."
"So, if I take the one for lust, I will..."
"You will crave for the first person you set your eyes upon..." Albert explained.
My frown deepened as I considered this. If I took it when Angel was in the room with me, it shouldn't be a problem. It should work.
"How long does the effect of this aphrodisiac work?" I asked.
The glint in Albert's eyes brightened as he flipped the document open once again. "It takes six months, starting from the moment your eyes pick the female to the next mating season. This is to give you the maximum chance of conceiving."
My head nodded at his explanation as I realized that he was right. This was exactly what I needed.
"Okay, let's do this then," I mumbled as I signed and approved the festival.
"Thank you, I should get back to preparations and I suggest you get your chosen female prepared too." He beamed like an overly excited child. "We have less than two weeks before the festival."
"Sure, I will do that," I mumbled as I absentmindedly started to calculate how this move could change everything.
If Angel could even miraculously conceive, then it would be perfect. I would have an heir and make decisions without having Scarlett messing with me.
Axel would finally get punished and I would regain my father's lands!
Now, all I had to do was make sure Angel was perfect for the day. I couldn't afford for anything to go wrong.
Quickly, I got out of my study and went to the room— where I knew she would be.
"My king—" she jumped as I opened the door.
She was sitting on the bed with her tablet but the moment I got in, she dropped it and got to her feet. "Are you okay? I— after breakfast, I searched for you but—"
Ignoring her small talks, I simply took out my wallet and handed her my dark credit card.
"Have this," I said.
Her eyes widened as she moved them to what I was holding. Then she gasped as she took the card.
"My king?" She stuttered, confusion evident on her voice but I understood her unspoken question.
So I nodded and answered;
"I want you to get the best dress for the incoming Love Festival. I would like you to be my date "