“No problem. I will get you a proper Feeder. You need it.” I hastily open the door and slip out before he can change his mind and pounce on me again, this time to do the gods only know what to me. I hurry down the dim corridor, thankful not to run into Frederick again, but I do run into a lurking Nico.
“Oh, good,” I exclaim, louder than necessary. “Can you arrange for a Feeder for Cade? Well, several. He has been starved.”
“Of course,” Nico’s deep boom of a voice takes on a chilling air. He is glaring at my neck and I put my hand up quickly. I feel sticky blood there left over from Cade’s messy feed and my cheeks go pink.
“Like I said, he’s starving,” I grate out.
Nico just nods once and then disappears into the darkness.
“Watch your Wolf, Carlotta has her eyes on him,” Frederick says from behind me, making me jump.
“Fuck! Lurk much?” I snap at him.
I stalk away until his words sink in and I spin back to him still standing there, looking at me like he wants to do something to me. Only I don’t know what. “What?” I ask.
“The Wolf. She wants him. It’s obvious. She has flirted with him non-stop. Won’t leave him alone.”
“No, not Lincoln,” I whine. “He is vulnerable...”
“Oh?” Frederick’s ears perk up.
“...to women’s charms,” I finish with a fierce glare at him.
“Hah! I never pegged him for a player,” Frederick chuckles.
“Not like that. He is innocent. He doesn’t see anyone but me. He won’t see her coming.”
“Better go check on him then,” Frederick says with no undertone whatsoever. Fucking with my head. Fucking. With. My. Head.
“Why are you telling me this?” I ask, suddenly suspicious.
“That whore is a nuisance. I like the easy life,” he says and saunters off in the opposite direction.
“Humph,” I mutter at his retreating back. But this is good. I can finally have a proper go at that woman because if she has even laid one finger on my Alpha, all bets are off. I will kill her. Plain and simple.
I stalk off to where her old room was, assuming that it is still there and where she would have gone, as it is dark and lets in no sunlight at all.
I stop dead in my tracks, my heart hammering in my chest, as I see before me a sight that makes me sick. Frederick was jerking around with me. He wanted me to come here, but not to speak to Carlotta about Lincoln. No, he wanted me to see this….
Carlotta is leading Vito into her bedroom by his hand. That look on her face, one of delight and triumph, mixed in with a ferocious desire as she is about to get fucked something good.
I should know.
I feel sick.
Vito glances back over his shoulder as if to make sure no one is watching this, but it doesn’t stop him from entering the room with the castle slut and closing the door quietly behind him. I tune out the sounds of ripping fabric and run. I just keep running until I find myself back in Thia’s room, panting with fury and jealousy.
That bitch!
Chapter 19
Ponte, Italy, January 2015 - Aefre
I should have known she would do something like this. But Vito? I never thought he would be so crass, so easily swayed.
With a noise of disgust, I glance down at myself. I, myself, am still covered in his scent. I haven’t showered since I got back home, having a hundred other things to deal with. I check on the still sleeping baby and then march down the hall to my bedroom, stripping myself of my disgusting clothes as I go. Did he shower? Or will Carlotta be able to smell me all over him? Is that why she targeted him?
These questions swim around and around in my head as I scrub myself raw. I wouldn’t touch him with a barge pole now! He must know that. Bastard.