Always Sabrina
Kyle's POV
I hated the fact that we were working by the contract when all I wanted was for everything to be real. It was also the only way she obeyed to get prepared for an event she was to attend with me as my Luna.
It's been two weeks of radio silence and somewhat invisibility. She stays away and it hurts and burns because sometimes when I go to annoy her, it's because I need her warmth, especially when I'm just back from an annoying pack meeting and need to de-stress.
I watch the way she frowns, the way her eyes widen when she glares at me, the way she challenges me and cusses back, immediately I feel better. But now I've not had that for weeks, the emotions and expressions I need. She's punishing me so badly.
At least I'll get to see her all dolled up and dressed, due to the contract she signed. I figured she wouldn't want to talk to me, so I sent a maid to her room to deliver the news.
Even with the contract, I was so sure she wouldn't agree, but she did and it was also because of the contract, so it broke my heart because of the true reason why she was agreeing.
The event is really big and important and I've been making so many plans for it to be a success. We are celebrating the merging of two packs, and I was the supreme and overall alpha.
It was huge, considering the fact that we've always been head to head about many things but I was able to blackmail their alpha into handing over his pack.
Sure, he can try to kill me, but he knows what will happen after or if he's even successful. It's still a happy and successful takeover–oops, I meant merging.
It's nothing personal, just business. I'm sure he's not mad about it, I hope. He was bringing his wife, his Luna, so I also wanted to meet the woman that got married to such a despicable man.
I mean I know I'm crazy, but that alpha? Borderline insanity.
This is to keep him in check. Of course, I wanted my wife there too to experience everything first hand, and maybe also because it was her duty and responsibility.
We were set to leave tonight and I got her a sparkling red dress. I was dying to see her in it. I wondered if she would even put it on. These days she's being really getting away with disrespecting me most of the times, but what could I do when I fucking wanted her? Just a little more time, that's all.
I wore a black suit and styled my hair like some aristocrat. I didn't need much to look good and I was always the tallest in the room but tonight, I put in the extra effort. I can't look mediocre beside my ever gorgeous wife.
I waited for her in the living room and once again, watching her descend the stairs was torturous. I wanted to grab her and kiss her. Just when I thought she couldn't get prettier, she proved me wrong. Her hair was in a tight bun, and she wore the dress I got her. She was practically shining, and it was blinding.
Her full lips, her smoky eyes, her tiny, breakable self but confident allure would definitely bring me to my knees and I would die to worship and be at her service soon because I'm really just a hopeless man at this point. It's crazy that I even saw myself doing it in the near future.
The whole time, trust my wife to have ignored the shit out of me and she didn't care that I had been waiting for her, she just walked past me and headed to the car.
I didn't want to annoy her, at least I got her to come with me.
We drove to the venue and the second we got there, she switched into character so fearfully I was a bit shocked too. She was smiling at me, for the cameras but still, she was smiling at me. That was all I needed.
As the millions of reporters and paparazzi took pictures with blinding lights, I ushered us in, straight to where our thrones were. We took seats and just relaxed, waiting for the other alpha.
The party bustled with life and I was the most proud because truly, I made it happen. I saved a whole pack from their alpha king and they didn't even know it.
Finally, my enemy arrived. At least I was aware enough to know we were enemies, no matter how much smiles we flashed at each other. He hated my guts, but I would live with it. If I could survive my wife's torture, then nothing is too hard for me.
We stood up to receive them. When I hugged him, he whispered ‘asshole’ into my ears and when we separated, my lips stretched into a sadistic grin only he could see. He should better behave himself.
His wife exchanged pleasantries with my wife and immediately, it was time for the dance.
Partners switched on the dancefloor and I almost puked when the enemy alpha, Kayden, was going to dance with my wife for five minutes. I got his wife, a woman I couldn't give two fucks about.
Knowing what was running through Sabrina's mind made it hard. She probably thinks I'll fuck his wife too, and it was also not surprising anymore that she would think that low of me.
All I wanted was her. All I breathed and felt was her. She was mine but she wasn't really mine.
It's even more annoying that she was smiling weirdly at him and he took her hand and kissed it while lowering his head to invite her to the dancefloor.
It made me sick that she was actually smiling, while I was having the worst time with Kayden's beautiful but not my type wife.
I've never had a type, I've just always known it had to be Sabrina, even when she belonged to someone else, even when she lived in my clan for seven years before I got her to be my wife.
We began to dance, and if I knew she would do what she ended up doing, I would've never allowed any of this to happen, or even beg her to come with me.