My Fated Mate Can Have Her-Chapter 133: She Is Mine

Kael

His face went white, then flushed with anger. I saw his wolf flash behind his eyes, a flicker of silver-green that warned me I was pushing too far.

But I couldn’t stop.

I wouldn’t.

Some immature, possessive part of me needed him to know. Needed him to understand that she was mine, and no one else’s.

"Everything you are suspecting. Everything you are imagining that happened in my quarters, has all happened. Every. Single. Part."

His entire body went rigid. His hands clenched into fists so tight I could see his knuckles turn white, and for a moment, I thought he might actually take a swing at me.

Part of me almost wanted him to.

But he didn’t. He just closed his eyes and drew in a shaking breath, clearly fighting for control.

"I understand what you’re doing," Rowan said quietly, his voice tight with controlled fury. "And I understand why. But that doesn’t change the bond. It doesn’t change what she felt—"

"She ran from you!" I shot back, sweeping my arm wide. "Doesn’t that tell you everything you need to know?"

"It only tells me she is scared. Confused. That is all!" he snapped.

I forced myself to breathe. To think. To remember that this was another Supreme Alpha standing in front of me, not just some rival I could intimidate into backing down.

But rationality felt impossibly far away.

"End this fool! You are stronger!" my wolf roared, and I was very close to listening to him.

"We care about each other," I hissed, hating how defensive my words sounded. "Whatever this bond is that you think you have with her, it is bringing her nothing but sorrow. She doesn’t need that, and she most certainly doesn’t need you."

Something in his expression cracked at that, a flash of genuine hurt breaking through the anger.

"And you think you know what she needs?" he asked quietly.

"I know she was terrified when she ran from you. I know she has been upset about this for days. I know—" I cut myself off with a groan, and shook my head, wiping my palms down my face. I was saying too much. I lowered my arms and glared at him. "If you truly care about her, you’ll let this go. You’ll let her go."

"Let her go." He repeated the words slowly, as if testing their weight. He frowned. "You are asking me to deny the mate bond. To ignore what the moon itself has decreed."

"I am telling you she’s already chosen."

"Has she?" His eyes locked onto mine. "Last I checked or notice, you haven’t marked her. Why is that?"

Rage flared hot in my chest. The air between us had grown charged, crackling with tension that threatened to ignite at any moment. We were both on edge, both struggling to maintain control over emotions that were rapidly spiralling beyond our grasp.

Rowan took a step forward, and I immediately matched it with one of my own, nearly closing the distance between us in a way that was unmistakably threatening.

Another step and I would be close to ripping his head.

He knew nothing!

"You don’t know anything about us. About what we’ve been through. What she has been through!" I spat.

"And you think that gives you ownership of her?" Rowan bit back, his own composure slipping. "She is a person. Not property. Why are you speaking for her? If—"

"She already belongs to me."

I took another step closer, and this time he held his ground, meeting my gaze with something that looked painfully like desperation.

His expression shifted, hurt mixing with the anger. "You are telling me to ignore my mate."

"I am telling you to think about what is best for her instead of what you want." I jabbed my finger into his chest.

For a long moment, Rowan just stared at me. Then he shook his head slowly, something like disbelief crossing his features.

"You are afraid. Afraid she might choose me."

I stared at him, dumbfounded. Then I stepped back, a numbing smile spreading across my lips. My chuckles burst into straight laughter and I sighed.

What was this fool saying?

"Choose you? Why would I be afraid of that? She doesn’t even know you." I turned towards the entrance, every trace of humour leaving my voice. "This conversation is over. Stay away from her, Rowan. I mean it."

I didn’t wait for his response as I left the hall. My entire body vibrated with barely controlled emotion.

She hadn’t told me.

She’d found another mate and she hadn’t told me.

The hurt of that realization cut deeper than I wanted to admit. Deeper than it should. But the knowledge that she had kept this from me, that she had been suffering in silence rather than trusting me with the truth—

I reached my quarters and stopped outside the door.

My hands were shaking.

My mind was racing.

Thoughts tumbled over one other in a chaotic mess I couldn’t untangle. Anger, fear, jealousy, hurt. They all churned together into something toxic and overwhelming.

I needed to go in there and demand answers. Needed to ask her why she’d hidden this from me, why she hadn’t trusted me enough to—

No.

’Stop it!’

I stood outside for several long moments, trying to compose myself. Trying to breathe through the maelstrom of emotions threatening to tear me apart.

But even as the questions burned in my mind, another part of me... understood.

She was terrified. Confused. Probably drowning in the same impossible situation I was struggling with now.

And confronting her while I was like this would only make everything worse.

A dangerous thought crept into my mind.

I could get rid of him.

Find some excuse, some diplomatic incident, some way to ensure he left the capital and never came back.

I stopped that line of thinking immediately.

That was madness. Reckless and foolish and completely beneath me.

The kind of thinking that led to exactly the sort of political disasters I had spent my entire rule avoiding. Rowan was a Supreme Alpha. His sudden death or disappearance would have consequences that rippled far beyond just Violet and me.

But the fact that I’d even considered it, even for a moment, showed just how badly I was handling this.