Claimed by the ice princes

CHAPTER TEN

Sierra's POV

“You w***e,” he thunders, his grip tightening around my neck and I keep hitting him weakly.

Varek glare at me for a long moment with dark eyes that looks nothing like him. For a moment, I have grown too weak to hit him, my eyes were shutting close and it feels like life is slipping out of me.

Then he releases me and I drop to the floor like a bag of grain. My side hit the floor sharply, pain coursing through my neck and a trail of blood drip down staining my dress. I let out a guttural growl, wrapping a hand around my neck with tears streaming down my face. I raise my head to stare at him.

Varek tower above me with his arms cross over his chest. “Where were you last night?“

Okay… this is not the question I'm expecting, but still I don't know how to answer him. I stare at his expression trying to figure out if the Nightmoor prince already tell me everything and he's just trying to mess with me or maybe they didn't… but his expression gives nothing away.

“Can't you speak?“ he glares at him and I'm afraid he might kill me if I don't talk or stand up for myself in the next minute.

I didn't realise where my confidence comes from, but I force myself to stand, and glare at him head-on.

“Why did you care?“ I snap, gritting my teeth. “Did you forget our arrangement, my Alpha,” I sneer. “It's an open marriage, remember? So I don't answer to you anymore.“

Varek scoff and shake his head. “Really, Sierra? You left this house since yesterday and you dare tell me you don't answer to me anymore?“ He says it like he almost can't believe his ears.

Of course, I have never stand up to him before. I'm always the obedient and pathetic wife, but not anymore.

His voice. His words. He doesn't know about the twins and I yet… but then why are they here? Why?

At the realization, I let myself relax more. “Yes, Varek,” I scream, stepping closer to him. My fingers reach out and I poke his chest. “I don't answer to you anymore. The moment you brought that slut to our home and embarrassed me right in front of her… you've lost every respect and dignity I have for you as my husband and Alpha.“

Varek mouth hang open, his eyes narrows in disbelief and he is speechless.

“This marriage is a sham and even if it kills me… I won't answer to you anymore,” I add.

Varek grabs my wrist and throw it off his chest. “Right… why do I even bother with an ugly duckling like you?“ He eyes me down and shake his head as If he wants to throw up.

Ugly duckling?

His word didn't only pierce my heart, but rip it apart into a thousand shards. My fingers dig into my fist as I try to contain the hurt and maintain a calm demeanor despite it all. He can't know. Yeah.. he can't know just how much his words is ravelling me layers by layers.

He continues. “No man would want you anyways. I bet you probably spent the night alone in an hotel—just to get my attention.“

Asshole?

Only if he knows that I had spent my night with not even one man—but two. Men that are more powerful and handsome than him. If only he knows I had spent the night devouring their c***s and swallowing every drop of their delicious juice. If only he knows these men takes turn devouring my p***y like it's their last meal on earth.

These men called me beautiful, sexy and even cared about my s****l needs. God… my body trembles as I remember the s*x escapades last night and the way the Nightmoor prince look at me like they can't get enough of me.

I laugh—sharp and mocking like a crazy woman. And yeah… I'm crazy. My stupid husband of six years is the reason why I'm about losing my sanity. “Is that what you think?“ My voice is mocking. “That I'm ugly. That no man will want him. Keep deceiving yourself, Varek.“

Varek roll his eyes like he's bored and f**k… something inside me sparked. The desperate urge to prove to him that he must be blind.

I grip the edge of my dress, slid it off me and toss it away. My hands reach behind me and unhook the bra. I remove the cups from my full t**s and I stand naked.

“Look, Varek.“ I clasp my breasts together, stepping closer to him and almost shoving my hard pink n*****s on his face. “Did you still think I'm ugly?“

Varek’s eyes widen, his fists clenching so hard his knuckles whiten. His chest rises and falls too quickly, and a low growl slips from his throat before he bites it back, jaw trembling with restraint as he stares at my breasts.

Yeah… I'm unravelling him.

But then, even now… my wolf is silent to my supposed mate.

“Look at my t**s, Varek.” I pinch my n*****s between my fingers, my voice low and mocking. “Tell me you don’t want to sink your mouth here—just once.”

Of course… I. Will. Never. Ever. Let. Him. Touch. Me. Again. I just want him to take back his words. I want him to regret ever suggesting that ridiculous arrangement between us.

He didn't say anything; just staring at my breasts. Oh… he's stronger than I thought.

So I take it a step further. “See my tight pussy.“ I shove a finger inside my hole and raise my wet fingers up to his face. “See, I'm already dripping. Maybe if you ask, I'll let you f**k me again.“

Still, no words from him.

This asshole…. am I really that ugly to him?

His fists shake. His breath stutters. His body screams yes, but his pride refuses.

Then, with a snarl, he whirls away, shoulders tight. “Cover up,” he growls, voice raw. “No matter what you do, Sierra… you’ll never compare to Mira.”

My heart cracks open. No matter what I do…. It's seems I'm really unattractive to him. I didn't bother trying again. Maybe another time, I will try. Yeah… I will keep seducing him until he realises that he made a mistake to ever compare me to that b***h and when he does and crawl back to my bed… I will reject him.

Without another word, I force my weak legs towards the closet, yank it open and remove a nightie from the hanger. I throw it on and walk back to meet him with my head lowered.

The silence between us is suffocating. My heart still pounds from rage and humiliation, but his eyes is already turn distant—as if none of this matters.

Then, with the cold detachment of a true Alpha, Varek say, “The Nightmoor Pack came here earlier. They’ve requested you as their coach for the ice hockey competition in four months.”

My stomach sinks as I snap my head up at him. “I don't understand,” I counter. “Why should I be their personal coach when I have my own team to train at the College?“

“Yeah… they just transferred to Moon Eclipse College and you'll be their personal coach from now on.“