Golden Heart n.s

46. True Alpha

Updating since I know how much you guys hate cliffhangers x

HARRY

"It's a wonder, really, how you're still so understanding and willing to stay with Harry-"

"Ed-"

"Even though he's... you know... engaged."

Hatred. Hatred is the feeling that makes me wonder things like, 'Would I feel anything if I were to kill him? Would I feel sadness? Anger? Would I feel like my shoulders have been lifted? Hate is what fuels some of us. Hate can break us. Hate can hurt us. Hate can turn us into things we feared as children.

And yet, at this moment, I feel nothing but hatred towards Edward, brother or not.

He's seated in his spot with nothing but pride and complacency radiating off of him as he eats his steak nonchalantly. He's like a maniac who smiles when the world goes into flames. Sadistic fuck.

I shoot Ed a cold, harsh glare, fists this close to flying to his stupid smug little face.

"Engaged? W-what is he talking about Harry?" Niall croaks out, scrambling off my lap.

I snap my gaze towards Niall, my entire body softening as I see tears start to build up in his blue eyes. My heart clenches and I try to reach out for Niall again. Thankfully, he allows me to. I hold his hand in mine, thumb stroking the back of his hand.

"I'm not engaged, Niall. And I never will be. Never." I speak lowly, ensuring him that I'm speaking nothing but the truth. Niall nods, his body relaxing slightly, but I can tell he's still a little apprehensive at the moment.

"Then what the hell is he talking about?" He asks softly, nodding his head at Edward with a scowl on his face.

I steal a glance to the other two women seated opposite us, seeming to be equally as confused. So my father and Edward are the only ones who know.

I sigh, shifting in my seat slightly and pulling Niall over, letting him take a seat next to me on the chair, literally half my arse hanging from it.

"My father... is trying to arrange a marriage between me and this other girl. Without my consent, of course." I mumble, getting more heartbroken than angry at the matter, simply because of Niall.

"What? W-why would he do that?" Niall's voice quivers as he asks me that. "He can't do that, Harry! You're not even... you don't even like girls! I'm not losing you! He can't just take you away from me! He can't!" He frets anxiously, tears streaming down his face, hands clutching so tightly onto mine I thought my fingers were gonna shatter in his grip. Not that I cared if it did. I only cared about him.

"Shh, baby, no one's going to take me away from you, and vice versa, okay?" I say reassuringly, truthfully, drilling my eyes into his, reaching up to run my thumb under his eye, swiping the stray tear away.

"It's just a sham marriage, a marriage of convenience." There's a scowl on my face as I speak, my heart burning at the thought itself. "But, I promise you, it's never going to happen. I'm never going to let that happen. Ever."

"Oh, I believe you don't exactly have a say in this." Ed pipes in tauntingly.

My eyes snap to his, fires growing within me at his insolent attitude. "Shut the fuck up and stay the hell out of this." I hiss.

"It doesn't make any sense." I hear my mum mumble under her breath.

I scoff out a laugh. "Want to know why?" I ask rhetorically. "Apparently, that father of mine, thinks we're still living in the medieval times so he's trying to arrange this political-business marriage, just so he can clinch this deal, worth tens of millions. The daughter, the girl I'm supposedly 'engaged' to, is looking for an alpha. And because, my father loves me so much, he's practically 'selling' me to them, just so he can climb up the ladder in the business."