She belongs to the Alpha.

Chapter 2

Diago clicked his tongue, trying to remain calm, something he was finding incredibly difficult. He couldn't stand the idea of ​​seeing this capricious b***h. He'd made a mistake, and of course, he wasn't going to make it again; he'd be a fool. He smiled, seeing the look on her face, leaving her there wanting more. She thought he would put his d**k in her again.

He was only doing her a favor; he was bored, and she was the only available v****a. Besides, he could say in his defense that she spread her legs for him like the b***h in heat she was.

He finished adjusting his shirt and looked at the young woman with flushed cheeks. Of course, she had thrown a tantrum out of jealousy. He had never promised her anything, much less love. She should be content with being the mistress of the moment; that's all she was going to get from him.

"You look very handsome, but I hate the idea that you look like this just for this bullshit," she crossed her legs and rested her palms on the bed.

"Just pure protocol. I think I've resigned myself to the damn idea. Postponing it won't be enough anymore, and that damn Rasel is pressuring me, reminding me of the death of that stupid Marcela. He should be grateful we did him a favor."

"It doesn't matter anymore, but I will always be so loyal to you, you know I love you, Diago."

He just smiled without answering, went to her, and kissed her mouth.

It was time to go out and be hypocritical with the others. He did it out of respect for his mother, and she was the only one he owed that to.

He also didn't want to involve her in this mess of canceling the engagement with Rasel's daughter.

"Why don't you kill her?" said the young woman, standing up. "It would be better."

"Don't be stupid. Charis might be spoiled and stupidly shallow, but she's manipulable."

"And where will I be? I can do it without you getting your hands dirty, you know that. I would do anything, remember where I am."

"You'll be where you should be, in my bed every night," she smiled, hugging him. "You're untouchable," the she-wolf smiled in admiration.

"You know I don't mind receiving little as long as you give me power," she tightened her grip.

Stella knew how to idolize him, and of course, it had cost her to maintain her position as the official mistress all these years. Others had gotten into his bed, and they ended up being destroyed when she spread rumors to the stupid Charis, promising that she had stopped doing it and was now just a shadow of his fiancée—of course, the shadow that gets into his bed.

"Stop harassing me, I have to go," she kissed him, leaving him in the room.

Patrick watched his son angrily, saying nothing, only stepping aside to watch him leave the Wells mansion. He looked towards where Stella was and pursed his lips at the sight of his son's w***e.

Stella met his gaze, knowing he wouldn't do anything. She could imagine him killing her in many ways, but he couldn't carry any of them out. She smiled and waved mockingly before disappearing.

She got into the car and noticed that Diago had put on his headphones to avoid any arguments. Datalia only smiled, holding Endre, her little dark-haired puppy, in her lap; his eyes were so dark they seemed like pure darkness.

The first to get out at the Kroods residence was Diago himself, and he walked, knowing the way. He went inside and saw his cousins, who had arrived smiling, looking at him with pity and mockery.

Stev approached and patted him on the back as a form of condolence. After this, only the ceremony remained, and that would be in a month; everything would be official, and two months later his brother Bremman would marry the nymph from Hasreveland.

Leaving him waiting.

"Change that face, you look like someone has died, oh wait, you're the one who's dead," the wolf mocked. "Not even s*x changed your face, relax, you know how this is, just let them bark," Stev scoffed.

"I needed to relax a little, I just got more stressed out by this shit."

"I see," he looked at his uncle, and it was better to talk later.

"Who invited her?" Diago asked before Stev left.

Salvatore's son turned to see Diago's annoyance, shrugging insignificantly, but he found what might happen amusing.

"You know you can't avoid it, she's my brother's fiancée and soon she'll be your little cousin," Diago felt disgust in his throat at seeing her there. "Of course, the cousin," I could detect the sarcasm.

"Relax, Ferbela is pretty and she's my friend, just keep your distance like she will."

"That sounds like a threat."

"I'm just warning you, I care about her, but you're family."

I looked at her, and how dare she come here? I should have faked an illness to avoid being present, and the mere thought of seeing her disgusted me. My eyes wandered again when Bremman moved away slightly, allowing me to see her clearly. Her dress was translucent, accentuating her waist. Ferbela's eyes tried to look anywhere but at me, but her fiancé wasn't helping at all by leaving her there to go off with other men.

Unconsciously, the nymph's gaze met the wolf's, and she couldn't help but tremble and blush, something that disgusted Diago, making his cheeks flush with anger. He advanced towards her.

"Behave yourself," Patrick whispered, passing by his son. "Go with your fiancée now," the alpha said, seeing his eldest son's intentions.

"As if that matters," Diago clicked his tongue, turning away from his father.

His mother looked at him pleadingly, and he simply nodded, giving in to her. He went to the bar and ordered a drink. A loud shriek almost made him spit out his drink at the strong hug from Charis, who was thrilled to have him there.

The blonde, dark-eyed wolf looked at him impatiently. He just rolled his eyes, hoping this whole ordeal would end as soon as possible.

"Why did you take so long? I don't like being kept waiting. The others might be talking about me, and I don't want..."

"First of all, stop being so annoying, and second, be grateful I came. Otherwise, I would have left you standing there like the thorny, insipid, flat, and graceless plant you are."

"I'm your girlfriend," the wolf whined. "You didn't say that when you were intimate with me."

"Do you want me to tell you the truth? You were just a moment of lust, nothing more, a slut to kill time," he pressed his lips together, forcing a smile for the others.

"You're a..." Diago didn't give her time, grabbing her wrist and pulling her closer.

"That's all you are, a girlfriend desperate for attention, who can't have it all," he leaned slightly towards her. "Stop bothering me. We don't want a scene here, and you'd better smile like the blind girlfriend you are. Do I make myself clear? I don't understand why you insist on chasing after my d**k when you can't even get me hard. I had to think of someone else to achieve my damn release, and I like being aroused, something you'll never accomplish," he kissed her forehead, leaving her at the bar.

Alpha Rasel noticed his daughter pressing her lips together; he knew that the imbecile Diago had done something to her, but Patrick was clever, ambushing him with a stupid conversation about the engagement.

He went to the second floor and leaned against the railing, hoping this would end and that the i***t Rasel would give the stupidest speech glorifying his daughter, who was smiling with her friends. He knew her and knew she was seething with rage inside. He continued watching the beasts and couldn't help but let his gaze wander to the back, to those reddish strands of hair, her long braid that fell below her buttocks. He noticed her from the side, detailing her body. He wondered how many years had passed, and now she was there. He twisted his lips, tracing her silhouette, noting the audacity of her clothing. He drank a little more and noticed where Bremman was and smiled as he entered through the other hallway, following a certain blonde she-wolf. He was a son of a b***h, but Diago considered himself to have control of his d**k.

He finished his drink and left the glass on a servant's tray, and followed a certain despicable woman who was snooping around. He was bored and needed a distraction; what better than to make her see her miserable life? He continued following her.

Ferbela was looking at the painting of the leader with his family and his two daughters. She felt a chill behind her and stayed there without moving.

Diago put his hands in his pants and examined her back, her hair, and her round buttocks. The nymph was no longer insipid, and he could see that in the curves of her body. He tilted his face to the side and looked more closely, but shook off the thought.

Recognizing that it was better to avoid a scene, besides, it was Ferbela, he wiped his mouth with his thumb, took a step, saw that a flower had fallen, picked it up, and brought it to his nose. He tried to touch her hair, cursed to himself when he heard the applause with his name, and left in a hurry. Ferbela remained motionless, feeling someone behind her. Her heart pounded, but she relaxed when she heard the footsteps fade away. She turned abruptly, but there was no one there. She was afraid whoever it was would do something to her; she didn't talk to anyone, much less know them, and she didn't like the way they looked at her.

She needed to leave, and it would be best to find her godfather and leave that i***t Bremman, who had disappeared, making up excuses ever since they arrived to leave her alone.

She didn't know why he had brought her if she was just going to be alone and subjected to all those stares.

Of course she was. She was being watched from the darkness.

"Ferbela," the wolf said her name, licking his lips, and he knew they would meet again.