Chapter 4 4

RENZO'S POV

A deep grunt left my mouth as I slid my hands inside the long coat. My eyes were heavy as I stared at my reflection in the mirror. My expression was cold, just like it had always been. My gaze was the only thing cold in my body, the rest of my body felt like it was on fire.

It would only take someone very close to me to know I was close to losing my mind. Not like today was any different from any other day, but fucking damn rut had to come when I was away from the palace.

I should be tending to my rut, but I can't. Not when I had some fucking werewolf shithead Alpha to deal with.

"Fucking stupid werewolf!" I let out a harsh growl, balls of sweat rolled down my face. I stared deep into the mirror, watching my body shook slightly and I hastily made a mental note of how many more hours I could last before my rut came in full swing.

Perhaps a little less than six hours if I didn't overwork my strength? Or less than that?

My ears perked up slightly as I heard a coming footsteps, my hands were already on the head of the dagger hidden in my coat before I registered the familiar scent and I let out a deep sigh.

The door cracked opened and my Beta walked in. I watched him moved closer to me through the mirror, a look of panic registered on his face.

"Your Majesty?" He gasped, coming to stand beside me by the dresser. "I heard your rut came up last night. Should we postponed the visit to the pack Alpha until you cool your rut?"

My hand clenched around the dagger before I pulled it free, grabbed my Beta by the neck shoving his back against the dresser before pressing the dagger to his throat.

"I'm not in the mood to have anyone decide what I should do for me." I sneered at his face, I applied a little pressure on the dagger and let out a dark grin when I saw blood forming around the cut I made with the sharp blade.

Alfonso winced a little, dropping his gaze to the blade in my hand. He knew better than anyone not to mess with my schedule. "I'm just worried..."

"Worried about me, huh?" I moved the dagger away from his throat and jabbed a fist into his face. He staggered backwards and hissed out in pain. "I'm not weak just because I'm in rut. Don't give me that shitty look and get the car ready." I barked, my hands shook a little as I moved away from him.

"Yes, your Majesty." he moaned, wiping blood off his neck before walking out of the room.

My shoulders heaved the moment I was left alone in the room. I grabbed the dresser in both hands and shut my eyes to control my breathing.

"I could have cool my rut if I wasn't so stubborn to get another woman after that fucking werewolf ran away last night. Fucking werewolf!" I hissed, puffing out air as that seemed to calm my breathing a lot better than before.

My eyes dragged open and I caught sight of the empty bottle of suppressant on the dresser. A low grunt left my mouth as I panted heavily with my mouth hanging open.

"Fuck!" I groaned, my head vibrated a little before I stood upright. My eyes were a little darker than they usually were and I knew I have to round things faster than planned so I could go back home.

"The car is ready, your Majesty." Alfonso voice hummed in my mind. I sighed before blocking the mindlink.

With one last glance at my reflection in the mirror, I left the brothel room and got inside the car that was already set to motion.

The drive to Alpha Ansel's palace wasn't a long drive from the brothel. According to the driver. I sank into the seat and shut my eyes, letting my mind wandered to the woman from the previous night.

"Why did I do it?" I groaned out, rubbing at my neck as I remembered how I had foolishly marked a woman that wasn't my mate. How could I be so irrational, and let my rut controlled my damned mind?

The way the woman scampered out the room last night was anything but good. She seemed to be in panic and I wondered what was in her mind as she left.

"We are here." the driver announced and the door opened from outside.

Alfonso came down from the other car, rushing up to me.

"Kyran, Alfonso," I turned to my Beta, and one of my trusted guards. The two stepped forward and I nodded at them. "You two follow me. The rest of you should stay here." I ordered, without waiting for their reply, I started walking towards the building and I felt my muscles clenched as I made my way towards the pack palace shouldn't be of any concerns to me if some fuckhead Alpha haven't been sending out spy to get information at my pack.

"Fucking bastards!"

"Your Majesty," Alfonso called out, I halted on my track and turned to see my Beta, staring in the direction of a huge building that could serve as a banquet hall.

"Yes, Alfonso?" my glared was enough for him to know he should start speaking. I hate suspense.

"I think everyone was in that place," he mumbled, pointing to the big building by the left. "I saw some guards walking into that building.

"Follow me." without wasting any breath, we strolled towards the building and I could feel my temperature getting a little hotter as I entered into the building. Just about time the shithead Alpha was passing judgment to some of his pack members I had no business with.

"Fucking idiot." I scoffed, watching Ansel's getting all worked up from where he sat. Stupid idiot was the one to pasd judgment when he was breaking the rules of fairness?

'Both werewolf and lycan shouldn't overstep their pack.' that was the fucking rule, but some Alpha grew gut and broke that rules by sending spies to my pack wall?

"What's going on here?" I barked out angrily when I caught sight a half-naked woman on the floor with some guards by her side. With a lot of people watching?

Were werewolves really foolish or was the Alpha a fucking asshole who derived joy from stripping a woman in public? A pathetic idiot!

I waited a second, turned two and the Ansel didn't as much as acknowledged my presence. Really?

"I will ask again, and you will answer me," I growled out, my shoulders jerked as every eyes turned to me. Perfect! Just the way I love my presence to be known. "What is going on here, Ansel?"

Ansel hastily stooped up from his seat, horror flashed through his vision as he stared at me in what I could call fear.

Idiot should have known what he got himself into the moment he decided to fuck with me by sending spies to my pack. But stupid werewolves never think with their heads.

"K–King Hade-s?" he stuttered, his hand flew to his side, obviously to drag out a weapon but unless he was born today, he should know not to pull out a weapon in front of me if he want to live to see dawn of the next day.

"What are you doing here, Lycan King?" he spat out venom. I smirked, walking down the hallway to get to him as fast as I can so I could get the hell out of the damn pack and go back home to tend to my rut that seemed to be kicking in faster than I thought I could hold it in.

"You... How is this possible?" a weak grunt came from the half-naked woman kneeling on the floor as I tried to walk past her.

I wouldn't have stopped to look at her if her voice wasn't surprisingly familiar. I turned around to face her and my eyebrows crooked a little as I saw that Mark I wouldn't mistake anywhere in the world. My fucking mark. Resting perfectly on her neck.

She slowly raised her head to look at me, and I felt a pang in my chest as I saw a pair of soft blue eyes, staring up at me. Tears sliding down her face as she looked at me. She was the woman from the previous night, and I wondered what her punishment was.

"Who's this?" I turned to Ansel who seemed to be assessing a quick scheme in his head. "And what is she doing here?"

"That's my mate, you asshole!" he glared, anger radiating from him and I would have had his head rolling at his feet for cussing at me if I wasn't a little taken aback by his comment.

Alpha's Mate? The woman who was supposed to be serving me the previous night, was the Alpha's mate? How the hell was that possible?

"What was her offense?" I couldn't help but asked the question that came to my mind. The question rolled out of my tongue as I shifted my gaze back to the woman who had her gaze dropped to the floor.

"She's a fucking whore who came bearing another man's mark on our wedding, okay? Now stop asking me stupid questions like I'm supposed to share everything that's going on in my pack with you!" he snapped, resentment rolling out of his every words as I stared at the woman.

A sob broke from her chest, and I felt a pang of guilt stabbing into my chest like shards of glass.

"It's my fault." I sighed, bending on one knee to stare at the woman's face. She moved her gaze away and I was forced to grab her chin in between my thumb and index finger, raising her head to stare at me. "Why didn't tell me you have a mate? Worst, the Alpha?"

Tears rolled down her delicate eyes as she stared deep into my eyes. I have never felt the need to own up to my mistake than now. She shouldn't be going through this humiliation had I not left my mark on her.

"How could I do that? You didn't even asked me before you do as you wish." she hissed, forcing her head to look away from me.

"Ansel?" I groaned, my ability to hold my rut back was already wearing thin and I needed to get the fuck out of here as soon as possible. "If she reject you as her mate that means she was free to carry another man's mark, right?" the question rolled out of my tongue before I could make sense of what I was doing.

"What? Are you for real?" Ansel barked out a laughter and I rubbed circle on my chest. Wondering what was so funny about what I said to make an Alpha laugh.

"If you reject him, you are free to go about your life without serving any punishment. So do it now." I whispered to the woman who wouldn't even look at me.

"You can't come to my pack to question my order, your Majesty! This is my pack and I won't let you insult me by changing my order. Okay?" Ansel barked like the idiot that he was. If he knew why I was in his pack, he wouldn't have running his mouth.

"Then think of it as me letting you off the hook easily. Let her go and I'm going to forget about you breaking the rules." I stood up and turned to face Ansel properly.

"You can't threaten me, I didn't do shit!" he sneered and I slowly shook my head, trying to let my vision stay intact for a little while longer.

"Then, would you rather I let you off easily or I should let everyone here know how shitty of an Alpha you are by dragging you down from there and drive my dagger into your throat? Would you prefer that?" I growled, anger surging through me as I wondered why he wasn't see what I was sacrificing for just a little issue?

He took a baby step forward, not daring to move closer to me. "Why do you even care about her, anyway? Do you think you are special by standing for a shameless whore?"

"Why do I care so much?" I chuckled, staring dagger into his skull. "It's just me taking responsibility for leaving a mark on her without her consent. Now don't you dare defy my order and let her go." I turned to the woman whom I didn't know little to anything about her.

"Let her go? On whose command? You can't say shit like that after claiming my mate."

"It is my command and I don't owe you any explanation." I hissed and turned away from him. "Kyran, take the woman and bring her to the car."

My shoulder shuddered as I walked out of the hall. My whole body grew weaker as I dragged my feet towards the parked car. Just a little more longer. I needed to hold it in a little longer until I get back to the brothel.

"Fuck! I need a woman to cool off my rut." I gasped as I entered into the car.

"Your Majesty?!" the driver exclaimed as he saw me sweating profusely, my eyes were barely open as I groaned out.

"Take me back to the brothel."