The Alpha's Villainess Wife-Chapter 40: Malakai-Fucking-Basti!

Malakai clicked rapidly on the laptop on his lap, typing out the documents he wanted printed. He took a sip of his coffee and reached for the cookie on the minid table next to the loveseat only to find the plate empty.

He was quick to avert his gaze to the edge of the bed where Eve was seated. She paused, swallowing the last bite of the cookie in slow motion.

"What?" She asked. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

Malakai glanced at the plate and then back at her. "When did you—how come I didn’t notice...?"

She shrugged. "I thought you didn’t want it. You didn’t touch it for almost one hour."

He blinked at her.

"I-I’ll get you another one," she said apologetically and proceeded to get up from the bed, but Malakai dropping his laptop aside and rising from the loveseat made her pause.

Was he mad?

She didn’t expect him to begin approaching her, and that left her confused, her gaze darting from her left to her right. A crooked smile tugged at her lips. "Malakai...?"

His bare feet padded against the marble floor towards her and he leaned across the bed, his frame covering her entirely.

Eve breathed out in short puffs, frozen in place. One of his hands reached out and cupped her cheek while the other ran over to spread across her back. She softened at the touch, leaning into the warmth before she could even think.

"Malakai..." she breathed out his name, fluttering open her eyes that she’d closed at the warmth of his touch. "What are we...doing?"

"Nothing, my doll," he said. She liked the way his voice seemed to vibrate at every sound of her name or the nickname she wasn’t even sure where it came from. "It’s just...I want to mark you."

She blinked at that. "N-now?" she asked. "You...want to—"

"Yes." Malakai’s fingers dropped from her cheek to wrap around the nape of her neck. "Why? You don’t want me to, anymore?"

She shook her head. "No. T-that’s not."

"Do you know what I will do if anyone other than me imprinted on you?" he asked. She waited for an answer, but Malakai dove closer, his tongue dragging across her lips where he licked off the small crumbles of the cookie.

Her body shivered and she gripped at his bare arms. His skin was warm and firm under her arms and she swallowed thickly, unmoving.

Malakai’s hands held her face. His tone was more serious than she’d ever heard as he said, "I wouldn’t hurt you. No. I don’t hurt what’s mine. But I would kill whoever did it, even if it’s Patro."

"Malakai—"

"You’re my mate. Mine. And I don’t share." His lips dragged sharply down her neck to her shoulder where he bit into, earning a hiss from her. Her grip on his arms tightened. "Tell me no, if you want me to stop."

His eyes were switching between the color of black and golden as if he were battling with his wolf for who would stay in control.

Eve whimpered softly at his pheromones that were already filling up the entire room. She leaned back her head and let go of his arms to cup his face. "Why a no? I want you to mark me. I’ve always given that impression, have I not?"

His brow leaped a bit. "Eve—"

"Patro means nothing to me." She fell back onto the bed and Malakai followed up, landing between her parted knees. His hair that had come unbound swung forward and the sunlight pouring in through the floor-length glass window turned the black strands even darker than they normally would be.

"Revenge is all I want and once I get it, he’ll be out of the picture, completely."

"I know...I know. Patro is the problem, one that I might eventually have to get rid of."

"What do you mean?"

"What I’ve seen in his eyes..." Malakai didn’t completely his words, stroking over the curve of her shoulder with his canines

The breaths shuddered out of her and she closed her eyes, sensing every piercing of his canines as they dug into her mating gland, breaking skin.

"Oh goddess..." she said, a whimper at the back of her throat. Her hand grabbed the back of his neck and the other ran up into his hair, which was divine to the touch. They tightened on the strands as he tasted her blood, the rush from the forming of the mating mark spiraling inside of her like an electric shock.

This was different—it felt completely different from what she’d ever experienced from Patro. Why? Was it because he was a supreme alpha? She didn’t even feel the sting—if anything, it felt strangely good—so good, in a way she didn’t want to process.

Malakai’s hair slid against her fingers as he pulled up away from her. He stared down at her and she watched as his tongue licked off her blood that was smeared against his lips.

"How do you feel?" he asked. "Did it hurt?"

Eve slowly shook her head, but she couldn’t speak. She had yet to come down from the high of the bite, just rather lay there, her chest rising and falling in heavy breathing.

He eyed her tousled hair all over the bed and before he stepped away, he kissed her left eye and brushed off a few strands from her forehead.

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Patro picked up the glass of water on his desk and walked over to the floor-length window of his office. He brought the glass to his lip, about to take a sip, but the sudden pang in his chest, almost as if he had been punched, made him stagger slightly on his feet.

His breaths came in hurried puffs and he rubbed at his chest, blowing out soft breaths to steady his breathing.

The mate bond...

The one he’d forced when he bit Eve was completely gone. Severed.

That meant...Malakai had marked her. He’d imprinted on her

Patro was silent, staring into nothing. He was unmoving for quite a long few seconds before he randomly threw the glass cup against the window, watching as it shattered to the floor.

Veins popped at his neck and his jaw clenched, pure anger radiating from him. He rushed his fingers through his hair and began to pace back and forth, hands balling into such tight fists, that his knuckles turned paper white.

What the heck was he doing? He never should have given Eve a chance to escape him—the chance to get involved with Malakai-fucking-Basti.

He breathed and fumed in so much anger and when he couldn’t take it anymore, he punched his fist into the window, watching as the glass shattered, pouring off the building to the ground below.

Screams from people downstairs flew into his ears, but he didn’t care. He was enraged like he’d never felt before. Not even the bleeding cut on his hand was quenching it.

Taking out his phone from his pocket, he dialed a number.

[Patro?] The voice belonged to Herla.

"I want you at the mansion right now," he demanded.

[Patro—]

"What? If you won’t like to satisfy me, Herla, I’ll gladly have you replaced. I give you everything you desire from me, what is the problem?"

[I...] Herla stuttered. [I love you, Patro. It’s just you’ve been harsh lately with your words and I—]

"I want you in the mansion in thirty minutes, or I’m finding another omega. I can get about anyone I want. Don’t test me."

He ended the call.