The Ignored Wolf

Psycho-1(R+)

Mature Content Warning

Charlie

Louise is gone.

For years, she has been the one person who is always there, the one I can call at three in the morning when I’m drunk, and she’ll pick up. The one who listens when I need to vent about Cassandra. The one who takes it when I’m in a foul mood and decide to snap at her. She’s like a pet, always loyal and supportive.

And now, all of a sudden, she’s just done.

It has to be that bastard Elias. He has a way of bringing out the most selfish, ugly side of everyone he touches. I lash out and kick the wall. The sharp sting in my toes clears my head for a second, but the fire in my chest is still roaring. I’m not sad. I’m just furious. Louise is mine. Seeing someone else, especially Elias touch her makes my skin crawl with rage.

I’ve called her over more than thirty times. Why isn’t she picking up? How dare she ignore me?

The thought of her in Elias’s bed makes me furious. He’s only humoring her to spite me, and she’s probably opening her legs for him like a fool. I take a deep breath, trying to steady myself. It’s fine, I tell myself. It’s fine. Once he’s bored and tosses her out, she’ll come crawling back to cry on my shoulder. And then she’ll be mine again.

Feeling slightly more in control, I knock on the door. Cassandra opens it, her eyes widening for a fraction of a second when she sees me. I love that. I love seeing her caught off guard.

"What are you doing here, Charlie?" she asks.

"I found something on the side of the road," I say, pulling the fragments of the earring from my pocket.

Cassandra’s face pales. She reaches out to snatch them, but I smirk and pull her into my arms instead.

"Let go of me, Charlie!" she hisses. "Give me my earrings!"

"Are these yours?" I ask with pretended surprise. "Did Matthew buy you a pair of plastic knock-offs?"

She glares at me. "What do you want?"

I step closer, inhaling the heavy scent of her rose perfume. She looks beautiful tonight. Even after crying over her lost jewelry, her makeup hasn't smudged a bit.

"I’m just curious," I murmur. "Why did you frame Louise?"

Cassandra tilts her chin up. "She deserved it."

"Deserved it?"

"She thinks she’s worthy of you," Cassandra spits. "That b***h actually dared to love you."

"Love me?"

"Don't tell me you didn't know." Cassandra sneers. "The way she looks at you…a blind man could see what it means."

I don't say anything. Because of course I noticed. How could I not? Those cautious, hopeful gaze... the way she panics and looks away. She looks at me like I’m the only source of light in her entire world. I like that feeling. I like being needed.

"So?" I ask. "Why does her liking me bother you?"

Cassandra’s expression twists. "She can’t have you?" her voice softens, trembling slightly. "You're mine."

"Yours?" I laugh. "You broke up with me to marry Matthew. And you’re claiming me now?"

"I have to marry him," Cassandra says. "He’s my fated mate. I don't have a choice. But that doesn't mean I don't care about you. You’ll always be the one I love most, Charlie." She looks up, her eyes tearful. "Seeing you bring her as your plus-one, seeing you be so nice to her... it drove me insane."

"I thought you said my plan was useless?"I say.

"I lied," she says, stepping forward to grip my arm. "You’re mine. Always. I won’t let anyone else touch you."

I look down at her beautiful, calculating face. I should push her away. I should tell her she’s about to be someone else’s Luna and that our game is over.

But I can’t. Because she looks so damn good when she’s jealous.

"So you set her up?" I ask.

"I just wanted her away from you." Cassandra’s fingers trail up my chest. "You don't need her. You have me."

"You have Matthew."

"Fated mates are a choice I didn't get to make. But you’re the choice I made for myself." She stands on her tiptoes, her lips grazing my jaw, nipping at the skin. "Don't be mad at me," she whispers. "And don't tell Matthew about the earrings. He has this moral complex. He’s such a saint. If he knew, he’d hate me."

My hands slide down to grip her waist. Her body is impossibly soft under the expensive fabric of her gown. "I can keep a secret," I say, my voice turning husky. "But it’s going to cost you."

Her eyes light up. She knows exactly what I’m going to ask for, but she blinks innocently anyway. "What cost?"

"You don't get to dump me," I say. "Marry Matthew, fine. But you keep this relationship with me. When I want you, you come."

Cassandra’s breath hitches. "You want me to cheat on my fated mate with you?" she asks. There’s no rejection in her voice, only a dark thrill.

"I want you to choose me." I lean down, biting her earlobe. "I want you to ignore the bond. Can you do that for me Cassandra?"

"What if Matthew’s wolf finds out?" she asks, a flicker of anxiety crossing her face.

"Doesn't your mother have a witch friend? There must be a way to block his wolf's sense of betrayal."

She nods, a slow smile spreading across her lips. She grabs my hand and leads me into the bedroom, a room overflowing with flowers and gifts for her. The moment the door clicks shut, she pins me against it and kisses me. I respond by tearing her wedding dress.

"Oh god, Charlie, you ruined the dress," she gasps.

"My bad," I say.

"It’s fine. I missed this... this wildness. Matthew is too gentle. He could never give me the thrill I need. Half the time I’m faking it with him."

"Don't mention his name," I growl, ripping away her bra and sinking my teeth into her breast.

She moans, wrapping her legs around my waist. We stumble toward the bed, our bodies grinding against each other. I hold Cassandra beneath me. She’s panting as her fingers tangle in my hair. I slide my hand between her thighs, rubbing her until she’s slick before shoving my fingers inside. She arches her back, her head snapping back. "f**k. That feels so good. Come on, Charlie, f**k me now. Skip the foreplay. I’m already so wet for you. I need you deep inside me."

"You horny b***h," I mutter, pulling my fingers out.

"Isn't that why you love me?" she smirks, lifting her hips to meet my c**k.

Fuck. I am rock hard now. I quickly unbuckle my belt, reaching for a condom, but she catches my hand. "I’m on the pill," she says. "Don't use one. I want to feel every inch of you. I’ve missed you so much."

"I missed you too, Cassandra," I growl into her ear. I slide into her, and the friction is perfect. We both groan in unison.

"Take me rough, Charlie," she urges. "Need you to fill me up."