Konstantin: The Heartless Beta novel Chapter 3

Konstantin

Sitting opposite me, looking as beautiful as the first time I saw her, is the woman I thought would always be at my side. She waits for something from me, staring at me with her beautiful, big blue eyes and her lips withdrawn in a pout.

Her words hit me harder than I expected, and right now, I feel nothing but anger and a sense of possession. Lily is mine; she has always been mine, and yet… How wrong could I have been? Of course, she would meet her mate. Who was I to think that she would be mine forever just because she’s scentless?

I return her smile, knowing she’s only seeking my approval at the fact she wants to leave, but unfortunately, I cannot give that right now.

“Congratulations, Lily,” I say, leaning forward and touching her cheek again. She belonged to someone else, yet… whenever I touch her like this, it drives me crazy. My fingers burn when I touch her skin, even when we’re sparring, and my wolf wants nothing more than to claim her with a bite.

How? How can I feel this way over a wolf who isn’t even mine to claim, a woman who does not belong to me?

“But why leave? I would gladly invite your mate into the pack,” I say, hating every word as it spews out of my mouth. Lily blinks twice, then bites her full bottom lip as she shakes her head.

“No, I can’t do that. I need… I can’t stay here any longer, Konstantin.” She says and looks away from me. I grip the desk I am seated on and try to control myself because of the way she says my name in a breathless whisper.

“I need to leave and start living my own life away from the pack… away from you.”

I frown as she says this, then my realisation hits me at what she means. She doesn’t want to live for me any longer; she wants to live for herself and her mate. The mere thought of another man claiming her, breathing out her name as he fucks and claims her, and her willingly submitting to him makes me see red.

Lily was never a submissive woman; she would punch first and ask questions later, sort of like me in that way.

This is what drew me to her in the first place - she was a fighter and a damn good one at that. So why was she acting like a kid who got sent to the principal’s office?

Sighing, I get up from my desk and try to contain the growl threatening to erupt from my chest by balling my hands into fists. My claws extend, and I feel the blood pooling in my palms, but it calms me.