Betrayed by my Mate, Accepted by his Father

Four

Chapter 4:

Reina’s pov

I walked out of that study, leaving my cape on the floor and my pride in tatters. My cheeks were burning, not from embarrassment, but from pure, unadulterated fury.

He ignored me. Completely. Like I was just another piece of furniture. Or a particularly uninteresting wall hanging. My altered uniform, my exposed n*****s, my carefully crafted scent – all of it, completely wasted. The man was a brick wall. A very handsome, very infuriating brick wall.

My wolf was growling now, a frustrated, angry sound. “He didn't even look!” It was like trying to seduce a statue. A very well-built, silver-haired statue.

I delivered his dinner for the next three nights. Each time, I tried something new. The uniform got a little more daring, the neckline a fraction lower, the fabric a little more stretched.

I'd "accidentally" drop a fork, bending over slowly, making sure he had a full view. I'd linger, asking about his day, offering a shoulder rub which he politely declined, of course.

"Alpha Justin, you work so hard," I'd purr, my voice laced with admiration, my eyes trying to convey a deeper meaning. "Don't you ever... relax? Perhaps a massage?"

"My pack requires my full attention, Reina," he'd reply, without looking up from his papers. His voice was always calm, always even. "Thank you for the dinner."

It was infuriating! Was he blind? Was he made of stone? Or was he just that good at ignoring me? My plan, which had felt so brilliant, suddenly felt like a childish fantasy. He wasn't falling. He wasn't even noticing me. My wolf was practically tearing its fur out in frustration. This was harder than I thought. Much harder.

My nightly visits to Justin's study didn't go unnoticed by everyone. The kitchen staff, bless their oblivious hearts, just thought I was being "helpful" and "dedicated." But Mateo and Amelia? Not so much.

I started seeing Mateo's eyes on me more often. Not with longing, but with a confused, possessive frown.

He'd see me leaving Justin's study late at night, my uniform still daring, despite its lack of effect on the Alpha catching his eye.

I was walking through the main hall one day when Amelia practically materialized in front of me, her arms crossed, her eyes narrowed. Mateo was a few steps behind her, looking uncomfortable.

"Well, well, if it isn't the rejected Luna," Amelia sneered, her voice dripping with fake sweetness.

"Still trying to get attention, Reina? Now you're delivering dinner to the Alpha? How... desperate."

I just smiled, a slow, cold smile that didn't reach my eyes. "Someone has to make sure our Alpha is well-fed, Amelia. Unlike some people, I actually care about the pack's leader." I glanced pointedly at Mateo. "Some people are too busy with... other things."

Mateo actually bristled. "What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh, nothing, Mateo," I said, my voice innocent. "Just that Alpha Justin works very hard. He needs someone reliable. Someone... dedicated."

I let my gaze linger on Mateo's face, then flickered to Amelia's, enjoying the way her eyes narrowed into slits. "It's a shame some people don't understand the importance of duty."

Amelia stepped closer, her voice a low hiss. "Stay away from Alpha Justin, Reina. He's Mateo's father. You're just trying to cause trouble."

"Am I?" I asked, my smile widening. "Or am I just doing my job? Perhaps you should worry less about my job, and more about... well, your own." I gave them one last, sweet, poisonous smile, then walked away, leaving them fuming. My wolf let out a satisfied chuckle. “That's right. Let them stew.”

A week. A whole week of my most daring, most provocative attempts, and Alpha Justin remained a stone-faced, infuriating brick wall.

My altered uniform, my lingering touches, my suggestive comments, all met with polite indifference. My wolf was practically tearing its fur out in frustration. This man was impossible.

Then, a new order came down from the Alpha's study: "Two maids to deliver dinner, not one."

My lips curved into a slow, evil smile. Two maids? Oh, Alpha Justin, you just gave me an idea.

My wolf, usually so focused on rage, let out a very naughty, very satisfied purr. This was going to be fun.

That night, I wore the standard, ugly kitchen uniform. But beneath it, oh, beneath it was my masterpiece.

My companion was a sweet, naive young maid named Lily, her eyes wide with nerves about delivering to the Alpha. She carried the water pitcher. I carried the food tray.

We knocked. "Enter," Justin's deep voice rumbled.

He was at his desk, as usual, immersed in papers. He barely glanced up as we entered, his eyes sweeping over our two figures, then back to his work. My wolf snarled.

“Just you wait, Alpha.” I said in my mind.

We placed the food on his table. Lily, trembling slightly, reached to put the water pitcher down.

This was my moment. As she leaned forward, I subtly, almost imperceptibly, nudged her foot with mine.

Lily gasped, her eyes wide as she tripped. The water pitcher flew from her hand, arcing through the air. It didn't hit Justin. Oh no. It hit me.

A cold, shocking splash. The water drenched me, soaking the thin, ugly uniform instantly. It clung to my body, outlining every curve, every dip.

"Oh my Goddess, Reina! I'm so, so sorry!" Lily cried, her face pale with horror. "I'm so clumsy!

I'll go get more water right away!" She practically fled the room, mortified.

Perfect. Absolutely perfect.

I stood there, dripping wet, my uniform now completely transparent. I looked at Justin, my eyes wide, trying to appear innocent, a little shocked, a little vulnerable. "Oh dear," I murmured, my voice a soft gasp. "How clumsy of her."

Then, with a slow, deliberate movement, I reached up and pulled off the kitchen cape I'd worn around my neck. It fell to the floor, revealing my chest.

The wet uniform clung to me like a second skin. My n*****s, hard and pebbled from the cold water, were now incredibly obvious. And because the fabric was so thin and so drenched, Alpha Justin could see everything. My dark areolae, clearly visible through the wet cloth.

His eyes, those sharp, golden-brown eyes, were no longer on his papers. They were on me. They swept over my drenched form, lingering on my chest, on the undeniable evidence of my arousal.

His jaw clenched. I watched as his throat worked, a hard swallow. He inhaled sharply, a deep, ragged breath that seemed to pull the air out of the room.

His hands, those powerful Alpha hands, gripped the edge of his massive desk. Hard. So hard that the veins on his forearms popped, standing out like thick cords. And his gaze finally snapped back to my face.