Hiding the Alpha's Heir (Desmond and Seraphina)

Chapter 21: His Courtesan (part 2)

I clenched my teeth. The anger I felt that time when I learned that he wasn't being faithful to me, was enough to remember those memories. "Why don't you find it out yourself?!" I screamed back.

I couldn't let this man shout at me like he was some sort of my Alpha. I never belonged to any pack now.

With Desmon's blazing eyes, I could tell that he was holding back to hurt me physically. He stepped back as he heaved out a hiss, looking pissed right now. "We must go." He glared at me before he opened his palm.

I fixed myself and stared at it. I hadn't recovered from his actions earlier and he wanted me to act now that we were fine just like the past few days? Is he insane?

"Hold my hand or I shall not allow you to leave my place ever again. Choose," he warned.

That made me shiver. Hesitant, I accepted his hand. It was because I had no choice but to obey. Sander would be worried about me if Desmond had become truthful to his words.

"Why don't you bring your lover with you instead of me? I still have work to do," I said when we were in his carriage.

Desmond, as gentleman as ever, helped me to mount his carriage. "She is busy. That is why I will have you as her substitute," he said. I noticed the sudden change of coldness in his tone.

I froze. So, was he really with his lover? Did I hear him right? Then I was her substitute? And we even made a mess in her room?

"Are you insane?" I could feel my blood boil. This atmosphere right now... I wanted to ruin it over and over.

Desmond checked his pocket watch, ignoring me. "We still have time."

"Desmond!" I raised my tone, grabbing his attention.

His cold gaze darted on me. "Is being my lover's substitute not enough for you? Or you are waiting for me to claim that you are my courtesan, Seraphina?" I opened my mouth to talk back. "You are my personal courtesan. You must pay back all the things I lost since you left my pack. Do not act innocent as if you have never done this to any other man."

"I am not a courtesan for you nor any other man, Desmond." I wanted to slam and ruin his carriage. I wanted to tell him that he forced me to please him on his bed.

His words were making me feel hurt that he was calling me a courtesan.

Desmond breathed out, having an amusement expression. "Weren't you a courtesan before we met? You liked to seduce men just to earn money. Isn't that right, Seraphina?"

"Shut up..." My lips were quivering. My hands were fidgeting.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

Hearing these words from Desmond was making my emotions go haywire.

"And now you are back to that job. Being a seamstress in the morning and a courtesan for me in the afternoon. Isn't that ironic?" "Shut up..." One more word... I swear... I really swear...

But Desmond did not stop there. "For those years we haven't seen each other, bet... you were fooling with men aside from being a

seamstress. Did you like having

other men's cocks pounding inside you like how I was doing to you, Seraphina?" He scoffed, grinning. "Oh, yes. I haven't paid you for your service. Have no fret. I shall include it in your wage for serving me-"

I cut him off by slapping his cheek. "I said shut the hell up, didn't I?!" I screamed while tears were streaming down my cheeks.

Desmond smiled. "Does it hurt?" he asked with a bitter cold tone.

I looked at him with hatred expressed in my eyes. It was his purpose to hurt me... emotionally. He was degrading me and he was winning.

I harshly wiped my tears, feeling my heart breaking more the more I kept staying in one place with him. "Now ! know better that it was so wrong of me to accept you as my mate... You are a coward and moron, Desmond Verlice...." I said, full of abomination before I averted my gaze, keeping tears flowing down from my eyes.

"Don't worry, Seraphina. I feel the same way."