Chapter fifteen

(Wilfred's POV)

As I turned to leave, I saw Myra glancing at a corner in the room. I looked towards the corner and saw a knife in sight.

Instantly, I knew what was going on in Myra's heart. She was probably thinking of killing herself.

I couldn't let that happen right under my nose. I had to stop her and I would do that as quickly as possible.

I ran towards the corner and grabbed the knife before she did. I pushed her on the floor and held up the knife in anger.

"Are you really trying to kill yourself? You must be crazy," I shouted at her. My voice was so loud that one could hear it in the next street.

"I am tired…" Myra muttered. "I am tired of living without aim. You should have let me be executed yesterday. If you have, I would not face this excruciating pain again."

I was angry at Myra. How could she try to kill herself when she had a kid to live for. I felt like slapping her right at that moment.

"You must be stupid!" I shouted in anger. "What excruciating pain did I make you go through? A stay in the prison doesn't bite. What you are free to call excruciating is me cutting your flesh bit by bit with a sharp knife. I have not done that, have I?"

Myra stopped talking altogether. She burst into a hot round of tears. Right in my heart, I was broken. I felt like comforting her but I couldn't bring myself to do that. Myra had cheated on me by being a prostitute. Nothing could change that fact and as long as that couldn't be changed, I wasn't ready to draw Myra closer. To me, she was nothing but a betrayal and a slut.

"But prison life is not exactly a bed of roses," Myra claimed confidently. She was weeping hard and she didn't seem to care anymore. "Have you been imprisoned? You haven't! Surely, you ain't in the best position to tell me how good life as a prisoner is. Go to prison first and come back to tell me the same thing!"

I was shocked. Myra used to be so gentle. I knew I had just pushed her to the wall. Nevertheless, that shouldn't concern me. I was still going to stick by my decision.

"I don't give a shit about what you feel! Stop pushing me! I don't want to hear your voice again. If I do, I will definitely make you pay!" I roared in anger. I threw the knife away and left the room instantly. I was so angry.

As I got outside the room, I met the guards waiting for me. I motioned to them and we left the place immediately.

As I walked, I thought about a lot of things. I needed to clear my mind.

"Hey!" I called the guard. "I'm heading to the garden. I want to clear my head."

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I stayed in the garden for a long time. My main thoughts were all about Myra. I couldn't seem to be able to take her off my mind. I thought about the good days, and the bad days.

But all through, a question popped in my mind.

Am I really a jerk?

I needed to answer that question so I could have peace. Truthfully, I had suffered Myra a lot. I had made her go through things which sounded crazy. I had subjected her to near death a lot of times.

But Myra caused it…

She was the one who pushed me. I left her truly, but I had it in mind to come back for her. How could she take another man after me? How could she sell her body for money? It sounded so absurd. Myra even went as far as having a baby with an unknown father. This was so awful.

But wait, I wasn't really entitled to Myra's body. We were official mates so even after having sex with me, she was still free to be with someone else. My sex with her could be considered as a one-night-stand.

Right at this moment, a guard came in to interrupt my personal meditation.

"Sorry to disturb you Alpha but I just got a message that Lady Shayna is waiting to see you. She says she has gotten dinner for both of you together," the guard said slowly.

I stood up in admittance.

"Sure! Go inform her that I will be there," I told him, with my voice louder than ever.

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I got to the dining hall feeling famished. I could see Shayna on her seat already. She had a red robe on. I needed no one to tell me that apart from the robe and her nightgown, she had nothing else on. Shayna always wore her red robe when she wanted me to make love to her.

The thought of fucking Shayna made me hard. However, I realized I was hungry. Who made love with an empty stomach? No one!

I went to my seat and got seated. The food had already been served and all the maids and guards were out of sight. I guess Shayna must have told them not to get close as she was going to have a romantic moment with me.

Shayna served me herself without talking. After doing the serving, she urged me to eat.

At that point, I was so famished. I attacked the food in front of me. I finished eating in less than ten minutes whereas Shayna was still picking at her food.

I just realized that Shayna didn't seem to have an appetite. I was too hungry to notice before. I knew it was too late now. However, I could amend it by acting dignified.

"Why aren't you eating properly? You have to eat properly so as to add on weight," I told Shayna jokingly.

"No…" I don't want to gain weight. I love the way I am right now.

"But I don't love it…" I argued. I had a smile on my face.

Shayna laughed.

"Is that you body shaming me?" She asked me. She looked anxious to hear my answer.

"Oh no!" I began. "I am not body shaming you. All I want to tell you is that you should work harder to gain more flesh."

"Hmmm…" Shayna interrupted. She looked like she was enjoying herself.

"Yes, your ass is very bony, you know? It doesn't feel like Myra's own. Myra has a fleshy ass which you can always smack during sex. Your own ass is bony and when I smack it, I feel pain on my hands," I said unknowingly.

I looked up to Shayna and met her angry face. Her eyes were red in anger.

"Did you just mention Myra?" Shayna asked in fury.

I was lost for words. I had just made a big mistake. How could I mention Myra in that discussion? This statement was made by my subconscious. I never thought I still imagined Myra's ass. Truly, Myra's ass was the exact opposite of Shayna's own. Myra was fleshy, Shayna was bony.

"Calm down," I tried. "That was a slip of tongue. I didn't mean to say Myra."

"Really?" Shayna asked. She was looking very angry.

"Yes…" I admitted.

"Okay…" Shayna began again. "If you weren't talking about Myra, who were you talking about? I want to know this person that has this sort of fleshy ass you like."

I breathed in. I didn't like this interrogation at all. I needed to find a way to cut it short. It was for my inner peace.

"You're also beautiful, Shayna. In fact, you are the most beautiful person I have come across," I said to Shayna. I wanted her to impress her by all means.

"Stop it! I won't fall for your antics this time!" Shayna said. Her tone was falling!

Shayna didn't say this but I already knew she was blushing right within her. I knew what to do to shut her up.

I moved closer to Shayna and kissed her deeply on the lips. She didn't resist me at all.

Soon, the kiss turned out to be consensual. We were both kissing ourselves like the world would end at that moment. Shayna took the lead now and pushed me back to my seat. She pushed the dishes away and sat on the table.

Hurriedly, I unbuttoned my shirt and threw it away. Shayna did the same to her robe and nightgown. She was now totally naked.

I grabbed Shayna and sat her on my lips. I kissed her boobs and sucked on her nipples. I could feel her vibrating due to my touch. I caressed her right from her neck down her boobs, then to her waist.

I got to her waist and made way to her wet pussy. Slowly, I slid a finger in while massaging her clitoris with my thumb.

Shayna was clearly shaking now.

Right at that moment, I heard someone run in.

Wait! We were naked!