JAIME'S POV
I push the door of my room open. The scent of perfume and faint laughter fills the air, drawing my eyes immediately to the king-sized bed in the center of the room. The two women laid across the silk sheets are exactly where I left them. Their laughter turns into soft gasps as they see me.
"Alpha," one of them says in a seductive tone.
She runs her hand along the other's arm. Her moves are slow and deliberate as she looks at me. It's enough to keep my attention. "We've been waiting for you."
The other one leans in, brushing her lips along her companion's neck, and they both turn their heated gazes to me. They start kissing. As they make out, their hands roam freely, as if to put on a show for me.
I smirk, looking at them. The sight is enough to turn me on. Their little display is amusing, but I've seen it all before. Women throwing themselves at me is nothing new. Still, the sight of their bare skin, the way they move together, is enticing.
I shrug off my robe slowly. I stand there, totally naked. They gasp, their eyes devouring every inch of me. They continue kissing again and their moans fill the room.
I stroke my cock as I watch them. One of them fingers the other, making her throw her head back in pleasure. She increases her pace, driving the other one crazy. My cock twitches in my hand.
This is perfect.
They pull away from each other and face me with seductive looks in their eyes, as if inviting me to join them. But even as they beckon me closer, a different idea creeps into my mind. It's wicked, and the smirk on my face widens at the thought of it. I turn my back on them and walk to the intercom mounted on the wall.
"Get Issa," I say into the speaker.
The maid stutters a response "Yes Alpha"
I settle into the armchair near the window, resting my elbows on the arms and watching the show before me. The two girls continue touching each other. They were just about to get into the scissors position when a knock sounded, startling them.
"Enter," I call out.
The door creaks open, and Issa steps inside. She keeps her head bowed and her posture stiff. Her uniform is simple but it does little to hide the gentle curves of her frame. Her hair falls loosely around her face, and even with her eyes cast down, I can see the nervous flush coloring her cheeks.
My wolf stirs the moment she enters, growling low in my chest. The mate bond pulses between us but I shove it aside. I will not give in to it. There's no way the Fates would give me, Alpha Jaime, with an omega for a mate. It's a joke. A cruel, twisted joke.
"Alpha Jaime," she says softly. She bows her head lower "You sent for me, your highness"
"Close the door," I order, leaning back in the chair.
She hesitates, just for a moment, before obeying. Her gaze flickers to the bed, where the two women are still waiting, watching her with curiosity. Then her eyes dart back to me.
"You're here to observe," I say bluntly.
Her brows knit together, and her lips part as if to ask a question, but no sound comes out.
"I'm sure you know," I continue "what happens to a mate when the bond is established and the other chooses to... fuck someone else. The pain it causes. The suffering."
Her hands grip the hem of her skirt to the point where her knuckles turn white. "Yes, Alpha. I've... heard of it."
"Good," I say, my smirk returning. "Then you'll understand the importance of this lesson. Watch and learn."
Her eyes widen. The confusion on her face fades and is replaced by something else—hurt, maybe. She bows her head again, hiding her expression, but I catch the slight tremble in her chin.
My wolf snarls at me. It's a deep, angry sound that reverberates in my chest. It doesn't like this. It doesn't like seeing her hurt, and for a small moment, I feel a flicker of regret. But I squash it down. I can't afford to feel anything for her. She's an omega. A servant. She doesn't belong in my world.
"That's all you're good for," I sneer. "Standing there. Watching. Knowing your place."
She flinches, just barely, and it sends a jolt through me. I turn away from her, forcing my focus back to the bed, back to the women waiting for me.
"Shall we?" I say to them as I stand.
I pull one of the girls closer to me. My hand rests firmly on her ass as my lips crash into hers. Her response is immediate. She kisses me back just as fiercely. Her fingers tangle in my hair as she presses against me. The other girl moves to trail kisses along my jaw. The second girl leaves a trail of kisses as she goes lower till she gets to my cock.
She takes my cock in her mouth, making me moan in the other girl's mouth. One of my hands rests on the first girl's ass I kiss her while my second hand grips the other girl's head as she sucks my cock. I grip her head firmly, pushing my cock further into her mouth.
I pull away from the first girl to catch a glimpse of Issa. Issa's shoulder shakes as she cries. She's looking downward.
"Watch!" I growl at her.
Trembling, she raises her eyes to meet mine. While looking at her, I shove my cock further into the other girl's mouth. I see the hurt in Issa's eyes. I see the tears coming out from them.
But I don't care.
The first girl turns my attention back to her. Gently, she cups my face and kisses me again. I get lost in the two of them. The girls know exactly what I want, what I need.
But then, a sound cuts through the fun—a strangled, pained gasp.
My eyes snap open, and I look to the corner of the room. Issa is on the floor, clutching her side. Her body trembles as she struggles to suppress a scream. Her lips are parted, her breaths coming in shallow, uneven bursts, and her eyes are filled with agony.
Something inside me twists. I feel something darker. The sight of her in pain, the knowledge that I'm the cause of it, sends a thrill through me. My wolf growls in protest. Its anger claws at my mind but I push it aside.
This is what she deserves. She shouldn't be here. She shouldn't exist as my mate.
"Alpha," one of the girls murmurs "Is... is she okay?"
"She'll live."
Issa bites down on her lip. Her hand is still pressed to her side as if trying to hold herself together. The pain gets even worse for her as I bend one of the girls over and fuck her. Issa screams loudly and it seems to turn me on even more.
Good.
She deserves it.
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Hours later, I'm lying in bed, staring at the ceiling. The sheets are tangled around my legs. Every time I look at the sheets, I remember Isa.
Issa's face won't leave my mind. The way it twisted in pain, the way her body folded in on itself as if trying to escape the agony—it's burned into my memory.
"Damn it," I mutter, sitting up.
The facts that I'm staring at the sheets doesn't make it any easier to forget her. I throw the sheets off the bed.
"Guard!" I scream out.
A moment later, there's a knock at the door. "Yes, Alpha?"
He enters the room, bowing his head.
"Take these," I say, pointing to the pile of sheets on the floor. "Burn them."
The guard hesitates for only a second before nodding. "Right away, Alpha."
As the door closes behind him, I run a hand through my hair. I've never felt this frustrated before. No matter what I do, no matter how hard I try to push her away, she's there—in my mind, in my senses, in the bond that refuses to be ignored.
And it's driving me mad