Patricia's POV
"Oh no, it's okay. You guys can head out alone. I only came to apologize, then head off to the bookstore. I need some things from there," I said through gritted teeth, my tongue betraying my heart, and hastily got out of there.
I felt like I was suffocating to death, having to watch my husband-to-be's passionate kiss with another woman. My heart shattered into pieces. I've truly fallen in love with this god-like man. His dark, shiny skin was the perfect complement to my milky white one, and I knew we were right for each other. But here he was, in heated, passionate kisses with a girl who was not only a weak human to me—but also stinky.
What is it that he sees in her that he didn't even bat an eye at intimidating me into scurrying away from them?
I swear, I'm going to snatch him right from under her nose and watch her heart writhe in pain. I'm going to make her feel as much pain as I'm feeling right now.
I wandered around the school and eventually settled down at the park, scrolling through my phone to check on my Instagram account. I needed something to take my mind away from the bile of anger rising from the pit of my gut. Instagram, Facebook, Twitter—none of them could quell the hatred I felt for Lucy.
At first, I didn't think of her as a threat. But now, I'm beginning to reconsider.
I don't know how much time passed, but it must have been a while, because for the first time, my lioness was in full support of me. She also felt disrespected by Prince Kenneth's intimidating glare. Jacy wondered why she couldn't feel a connection with his lion. Was it because he also hated her?
The day passed by, and it was a relief—I didn't want to spend another second next to the stench of that girl. She tried acting all concerned about my mood swings, but I didn't care. I told her I was fine and that I'd see her tomorrow.
Honestly, I think her usefulness has come to an end. It's time to ditch her. I couldn't bear the scent of my man on her any longer. Though it calmed me a bit, I still hated her for effortlessly having what should be mine. And it seemed I would have to fight to make it mine.
I decided it was time to make a bold move. It didn't matter anyway, because no matter what, Kenneth and I are bound by an unbreakable decree. Unless he wants a blood oath—which would mean a bloody challenge that could cost him his throne or his life—he's stuck. So, no matter how much he doesn't want me, eventually, he will be mine.
I don't even know how I arrived at his office the next day, but I boldly knocked on the door.
"Come in!" his husky voice rang out.
This time, he wasn't with that human slut. But he wasn't alone either. His duobus and tribus were with him.
I was determined to execute my plan regardless.
"Hello everyone! I hope I'm not intruding, but I would love to have a word with Prince Ken, please," I said before I could chicken out. I was a huge ball of nerves.
"That's Prince Kenneth to you. Only my girl and my best friends call me Ken," he growled.
His friends looked at him, and I knew they were mind-linking because they soon stood up to leave.
I tried by all means to appear bold and not allow his dominant aura to oppress me. I cleared my throat and looked him straight in the eye. I was an equal to him. Nothing forces me to submit.
"No disrespect, my prince, but… don't you feel it?" I asked him.
He looked at me like I'd just grown horns.
"What on earth are you on about?" he bellowed, sounding annoyed.
I don't know why this man always sounds irritated with me. I've heard that only already-mated men feel so annoyed with other ladies. But what is it with him? Is he… perhaps mated to that human? Could that be why he's so smitten with her?
"The mate pull, that is. Don't you feel it? Didn't you notice that was why I ran off the first day we met? That was because I was hurting over the fact that my mate happened to be the boyfriend of my only friend in this school," I claimed.
His frown deepened, and a low, intimidating growl rumbled from his chest—clear proof that his animal was also getting pissed off.
"Who the hell do you think you are to talk to me in that manner? And why would I feel a mate bond with someone who isn't my mate?" he whisper-shouted, his eyes piercing into mine—into my soul.
I backed off a little to put distance between us. The tension in the room was thick.
Was I right? Is he really mated to that human?
I shook my head and cautiously spoke again.
"What do you mean by someone who isn't your mate? Do you seriously not feel the mating bond? Or do you want to reject and hurt me… for a weak human who will only weaken you even—"
I didn't get to finish my sentence.
He was by my side in a jiffy, pinning me to the wall as an earth-shuttering roar shook the office.
I was gasping for air when I felt his friends tugging and pulling his hands off my neck.
"Get this foul-mouthed woman out of my office before I do something I'll regret later," he growled.
He didn't even spare me a glance as his first and second-in-command dragged me out.
But I was glad. At least I had accomplished my mission. I had planted some doubts. If he thought Lucy was his mate, now he would begin to question and doubt it—and perhaps give me a chance in his heart.
I shrugged aggressively from Malcolm and Thomas's grip as soon as we were outside his office.
I sighed in relief. At least there were no humans on site, though I was very sure they'd heard the roar that shook the building.
I walked off, rubbing my neck—it was on fire. I knew for sure that my neck was red, having just been strangled by the most powerful grip. I swear, if I weren't a strong lioness, I would have passed out right there.
Tears streamed down my face as I walked to where my car was parked, mind-linking my bodyguards so we could leave.
Torrents of tears began to flow the moment I got inside the car. I didn't want to stay another second on school grounds.
I swear by the goddess—I'll kill Lucy.
Looks like the only way to get what's mine will be by eliminating her first.
"Don't be stupid, Pat. Don't make any hasty decisions that will put us in trouble." Jacy was going all weak on me again.
I was so furious.
"Shut up, Jace. You're not helping," I snapped at her.
Annoyed, she retreated to the back of my mind with a growl.
I suddenly felt bad for snapping at the only one who was always with me.