Kage's Pov
"Kage."
"...."
"Kage."
"...."
"Kage answer me."
"...."
Romanov growled just slightly in annoyance but I didn't care. I was in no mood to talk- "Ow! You bastard!" I hissed out, gripping the edge of the table at the sudden and painful sting on the wound of my back.
"You should've answered me."
I growled. "Oh really? Then when were you gonna tell me you had a fuc- OW!" I growled louder when a next sudden pressure was applied to my back. I gripped the table even harder until I could hear and feel the wood splitting beneath my finger tips.
I sat on the chair at his desk while he stood and continued to disinfect my wound on my back as it healed very slowly but surely; also attending to my bruises.
I huffed and closed my eyes as I thought about what transpired this morning. If I had known it would of ended up with me being in this condition I would of walked right out of the ring the first chance I got.
'Though, I'm quite glad of how I turned the tables on the Queen even though she wasn't affected much.'
I frowned when I recalled the words she whispered in my ear that made me snap.
"Romanov never waited on you... in fact he got himself a girl that would pleasure him almost every fucking night in bed. What's her name?....Ahh...Angel... Quite a whore but prettier and better than you." She chuckled.
I gritted my teeth and gripped the table harder. The damn petty feeling of jealousy, sadness and anger swirled in my chest, wanting to be released. The thought of another bitch just breathing in the same air as Romanov just makes me wanna....
SNAP
The now broken table crumbled to the floor as the books tumbled along with it and scattered on the floor. Romanov paused for a minute but soon continued not even questioning me.
My hands were now settled into my lap, folded into fists. I held my head down and glared at them. However, the fact that Romanov never even waited on me. It...it hurts.
"There.... all done." He informed.
The wound on my back was now healed but I still felt the soreness. When he didn't get a response from me he sighed and turned the chair around for me to face him. His breath hitched.
"Hey, hey, hey.....why are you crying?" He asked softly.
My eyes widened. I didn't notice the tears that were silently rolling down my cheeks, making my vision all blurry.
He cupped my cheeks and wiped away the tears; trying to raise my head for me to look at him but I held it firmly in place.
I frowned. This is not me. Why the hell when it comes to the fucking lycan in front of me I get like this? I can't believe I'm crying over this.
"Kage...." He tried once more to get me to look at him.
I removed his hands from my face and turned away from from him.
He growled but sighed. "Dammit Kage.... you're-"
"Why didn't you wait for me?" I asked without looking at him.
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A Lycan's Hybrid Mate
WerewolfI felt deep heavy breathes fanning my face. I hesitantly looked up. 'Damn it Kage! You're a hybrid! Stop acting scared!' I mentally scolded myself. I looked up to lock gaze with a set of piercing bright honey golden eyes. Bright bluish-silver specks...