Page 123 of Caged Between the Beta & Alpha
I frowned asI stared into the bathroom mirror, styling my hair, remembering Raven’s rush in the morning to get going…
“You’re in a hurry,” I said.
“Yeah, training and then I have stuff to do,” she said, towelling her hair after her morning shower.
“What stuff?” I asked casually, handing her a smoothie I had just made. She smiled and shrugged.
“Stuff,” she repeated.
Damon. If she couldn’t tell me, it meant it included him.
Since then, that irritating flare of anger wasn’t subsiding. I wasn’t fucking enough. First in my fucking arms… then in his. My chest heaved, my nostrils flaring as I combed my fingers through my hair, swiftly styling it with some hair wax, watching my eyes turn from cerulean to magnetic navy blue.
Breathe, Liam... maybe it’s not Damon…
I stepped into my bedroom. I needed to get to my office. There was some crap I needed to…
My thoughts vanished when my eyes caught sight of the brown envelope that had clearly been shoved through the bottom of my door. It was thin and flat and, from what I could tell, blank. Frowning, I walked over to it and picked it up. Nothing was written on it either. I ripped it open, wondering what the fuck it was.
A photograph? I tilted the envelope, shaking it a little until the single photograph inside slipped out. I stared at it for a few seconds, my anger flaring up inside. My heart thundered in my ears, and the surge to destroy everything in my wake burned like the fires of hell needed to be released.
Lies…
It had all been a fucking lie…
Both of them were playing me…
I stared down at the image with burning hatred, a picture of Damon and Raven kissing. From her clothes, I could tell it was the day her father had been brought to me. So, they had been at it since the beginning.
All that fucking shit about waiting... he kissed what was mine…
As for my little mate… how could someone so innocent play such a fucking game…? Her smiles… fake... her struggle fucking made sense now…
How long were those two at it behind my back? It was worse than if they had done it fucking openly.
They had both mocked me…
If they wanted to see me fucking lose my shit, well, congratulations, they just fucking got it. It was high fucking time that I showed them exactly who was in charge.
I crushed the image in my hold, tossing it aside as I headed to the window, not even bothering to open it as I ran right through it. The shattered glass scattered everywhere as I jumped to the ground, feeling the pain rip through my knees at the impact, shards of glass cutting into me. I relished it. The smell of blood… I needed more.
“Alpha!”
I didn’t stop to listen to anyone as I broke into a run. The anger enveloping me consumed me entirely. The urge to let it all out and tear every fucking living thing around me to shreds fucking consumed me. I wanted to destroy it all, to unleash carnage upon every single fucking person in the vicinity…
Liars… cheaters… and, above all else, perfect fucking actors. But I would save my wrath for the two who deserved it foremost…
Damon
I held hertightly, the pain of what I knew was to come breaking me, but… I knew it was for the best.
I had been given an anonymous envelope of her and Liam kissing and making out just the other day outside of the Westwood home. Even one with Liam on his knees. Sure, you couldn’t see anything, but it was clearwhat was happening…
It fucking hurt… so, so fucking much. It was like someone had ripped my heart out, scrubbed it over a field of broken glass, and then stabbed it with a thousand fucking knives.
I had told her to move on with Liam, but clearly, she wasn’t able to forget me completely; I was just holding her back. She couldn’t enjoy being with Liam if I was there, lingering in her mind and making her feel guilty for it. I had held hope that maybe there was just a glimmer of a chance… but there wasn’t. Liam… he would never be happy until he had her completely. He wouldn’t trust me…
This was something that we would both do for our Alpha, our friend… my brother… her mate.
