Rise of the Rejected Luna - Chapter 142

Chapter 142: _Angry And Horny

After much hesitation, I ended up leaving my residence and sneaking into Phoebe’s suite under the cover of night.

When I walked into the room, I met her dressing up in a blue nightgown, her plumpy round ass facing me.

I hid in the darkness, my gaze trailing her body as she finally put on her nightgown before sitting in front of her mirror.

Crap, it seems I arrived late for the fun.

I dimmed my eyes when she began talking to herself, lamenting about that maid of hers.

Miranda.

She made a silent vow to find whoever killed her and ‘make them pay’.

Hmph… What would she do if she found out it was me?

At this point, I became bored and decided to make myself visible in the darkness, causing Phoebe to gasp in shock when she noticed my reflection in her mirror.

She hesitated at first before getting up, walking toward me with wariness.

I felt a spark of irritation upon seeing that. Was she threatened by me?

Would she still feel threatened when she found out that I was the one who got rid of the Delta and Lyra? Who made Elsa and her father ‘disappear’?

Come to think of it, if I hadn’t killed Lyra and convinced the Delta to kill himself that night, they would’ve gotten out of that event hall and gotten rid of Phoebe before finishing what they started with Kaene.

Kaene was still alive because I got rid of them.

Yes, he was also still alive because of their incompetence, but the main reason was standing in front of me in this dark suite right now.

Phoebe.

“I don’t think I appreciate your unannounced visits…” Phoebe blurted all of a sudden before going on to rant about other things which I didn’t bother listening to.

I subconsciously clenched my fist, contemplating rushing up to her and showing her the dark side I’ve been trying to hide.

Maybe then she’d appreciate my presence. My presence was a reminder that I could take her life in an instant but chose not to.

However, before I could do or even say anything, a knock sounded at the door.

Before he even opened it, I could pick up Kaene’s nauseating werewolf scent, which seemed stronger than other werewolves.

I glanced at Phoebe, noticing the panic in her eyes.

“Leave, please.” She whispered, her eyes pleading with desperation in them.

I stared at her, glancing at the door as Kaene paused after the first knock before speaking again. “I know you’re in there, Phoebe. I’m coming in now, okay?”

At this point, I could pick up the sound of Phoebe’s heart thumping against her chest and tilted my head.

She parted her lips, stuttering. “U– Uh, I just got out of the bathroom. Just give me a second.”

My eyebrows furrowed into a frown as she turned her gaze to me, seeming desperate now.

“Come on, Negan. We can talk about whatever it is you want another time. Just, leave.” She whispered, her voice shaking.

I smirked.

Well, if there was one thing I was sure of now it was that she’s a terrible liar when under pressure.

“You’re so funny, Phoebe.” Kaene suddenly sniggered from the other end of the door, the doorknob squeaking just then. “I’m your mate and I’ve seen you naked an uncountable number of times at this point. Besides, we could just bathe together and…”

Ugh, I’ve had enough of this.

I glanced at Phoebe one last time before muttering. “I’ll take you on your word, honey.”

With that, I dashed toward the window I crept into the suite through, jumping down without looking back.

However, before I could fall to the ground, I stuck my claws into the wall, sticking close to her window and hoping to spy on the two love birds from here.

Soon enough, the door opened, and Kaene walked in, his eyes dimmed with curiosity and suspicion.

Luckily for Phoebe, I’d used magic to mask my scent, as always whenever I visit her.

That way, no werewolf would be able to detect my lingering presence.

The two of them seemed to banter back and forth before things got heated really quickly.

The tension was palpable, even from all the way here.

Wasn’t Kaene supposed to be recovering right now?

“Hmph, and they say I’m a pervert.” I scoffed, watching as Kaene grabbed her waist, his hands trailing her back before going to her ass and squeezing them.

It was as if he knew I was out here, watching them and silently wishing that it was me holding Phoebe like that.

Gosh, I just wanted to fuck her again. I just wanted to ram her all night and make her beg for more.

I wanted to hear her screams and her moans while making Kaene watch me fuck his mate into a coma.

Just thinking about all this made me hard, my dick bulging against my pants and causing me to grunt in frustration.

This wouldn’t do at all.

I couldn’t quell the sexual tension locked up inside me by watching those two having fun.

After staring at them one last time as they fell to the bed, laughing like teenagers, I jumped to the ground, landing with the grace of a feather.

I was angry and horny.

That wasn’t a good combo at all.

“What in the bloody hell is wrong with me?” I grumbled, rubbing my forehead.

Usually, I had high control over my impulses, including my sexual impulses.

But with Phoebe… Any time I was near her it was as if that part of my psyche always sprang to life.

“It’s been a while since I let myself loose,” I mumbled to myself, slipping into the Alpha mansion with a plan in mind.

It’s been so long since I allowed myself to have fun.

But tonight, I was going to do just that. Someone had to pay for the sin of my plans not working.

I’ll find a random person, a maid probably, and fuck them with all my pent-up rage and sexual frustration.

For once, I’ll have fun.