Angry

Emery's POV

It had been a whole week since Alpha Luciano threw me out of his room and his bed. I was angry, angry at myself for pushing the issue and getting kicked out of his life. Angry at him for disregarding all the time we'd spent together. Had I truly meant nothing to him?

But most of all, I was angry at her. Before she'd come here, everything had been perfect. Now, she seemed to be walking on sunshine, smiling every day while I was here sitting on pins and needles, anxiously waiting for Margaret to call my name.

The other women found it weird that she would be cheerful after being kicked out of Luciano's life but they didn't know what I knew. That he was still having sex with her but it was no longer on the schedule because, with her, he was that spontaneous.

I had never needed or asked for much. Just for my parents to protect me, to get a good mate and for Luciano to care a little about me.

My parents had volunteered me to the harem in pursuit of power, I never found my mate