The Alpha's Villainess Wife-Chapter 47: Leave, Eve

The early morning sun poured in through the floor-length curtained glass window of the room.

Eve blinked her eyes open and sat up on the bed. She was still for a few moments before she quickly glanced beside her on the bed. It was...empty.

She had fallen asleep while apprehensively waiting for Malakai to come back home yesterday. Even after ten in the evening, there had been no sight of him. But she wasn’t sure about this morning, because she could smell his scent, very clearly.

It was almost as if he’d been in the room, and her suspicion was confirmed when her gaze fell on his coat that was tossed on the sofa.

If he had been in here, where was he then?

Eve settled her feet on the floor and got up from the bed. She looked into the bathroom, but there was no trace of him.

"Malakai?"

She left the room.

One of the maids who was cleaning around the hallway paused and deeply bowed at her. "Good morning, madam."

Eve nodded, asking, "Have you seen my husband?"

"Mr. Basti?"

"Yes."

"Oh, the master is occupying the sixth guest room," the maid responded, pointing at the sixth room right after their bedroom.

That caused a frown on her face.

Sixth room?

Why would Malakai be in there? Did he sleep in there? And if so, why?

She awkwardly smiled at the maid and walked off toward the room. Eve pushed the unlocked door open and stepped inside, darting her gaze around the room for Malakai.

There he was, not even on the bed, but on the long sofa, his long muscled frame laid out. His dark silky strands were unbound, tousled all over the armrest of the sofa.

"Malakai...?"

Her voice danced into his ears and as if a man who was on alert for an intruder, he snapped his eyes open and sprung up on the sofa, eyes landing at the door where she stood.

"What are you doing here?" he questioned.

Eve seemed confused. "What...?"

"You shouldn’t be here." He shook his head at her. "You need to leave. Eve, you need to get out of this room."

"Malakai—"

"Leave," he snarled.

Eve didn’t make a move out of the room. The expression on her face kept worsening and darkening and she balled and unclenched her fist, clearing beginning to fume.

Malakai rubbed his temple. "Look—"

"I don’t get it," she said, voice colder than he’d ever heard. "What’s with you marking me, and acting like a jerk now?"

He snapped his gaze toward her. "Eve—"

"I’ve been waiting for you since yesterday. I was up until ten, I was worried, I couldn’t even eat. You seemed out of it and I didn’t know if you were okay or not. No, you were not okay, but I didn’t know what the problem was. And the first thing you ask me to do is get out?"

"Eve listen—" 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

"No." She shook her head at him. "I don’t get it. Do you hate me too? Is that it? Are you going to be another Patro or—"

"EVE!"

She jolted.

"You don’t know anything," he grounded out. "Why I am like this. Don’t compare me to Patro. I am your mate, not his fucking replacement."

His body rose from the sofa and he was in her space in barely the blink of an eye, enough to startle her back into the wall. His palms slammed on the wall on either side of her head and he slumped his head forward, hunching until his forehead could rest on her shoulder.

"I’m not here to replace a hole he made like some second option, Eve." The flames of his frustration bored into her, her chest moving up and down in heavy breaths as he rasped, "I’m here to sip into every pore of you because you’re mine and no one else’s. Not Patro, not another living soul. So no, I am not damned second Patro, because I don’t hate what’s mine. I fix and I protect and if you would just listen to me..."

"Leave, Eve," he demanded.

Eve grasped at the buttonless shirt he had on and tried to look into his eyes. "You reek of alcohol. You don’t even drink, I know you don’t. So why? Why won’t you just tell me what’s going on instead of—"

He grabbed one of her hands. "For your own safety, get away from me, away from the beast of me."

"Malakai—"

"Enough of your stubbornness, Eve. Just do what I asked. Leave."

Eve peered hard at him, waiting for him to say that any of this was just a joke, that he was messing with her, but when neither the seriousness on his face vanished, nor his lips parted for some words, she snatched her hand from him.

"Fine." She left and slammed the door shut.

Eve stormed her way back to the room and locked the door. She pressed her back against it and slid to the floor on her bottom, pulling her legs to her chest and burying her face in her knees.

She was trying not to let whatever just happened get to her, but she had no control over her emotions, not since recently when it would just overwhelm her.

Her eyes watered before she could even think and she sniffled, burying her face in her folded arms. What was she even crying for?

At this point, maybe she was cursed.

Her first mate hated her to the point killing her was a fun idea for him. Anyone would think she’d done something utmostly horrible to warrant his hate. But all she’d done was stand up for her own father, protect him. Her crime had been knowing too much about a family she shouldn’t have.

She’d thought Malakai was different. No, he was. He was different—completely from Patro. But then again, Patro was never this hateful to her in the first place. If anything, he’d given her the impression that he loved her.

It couldn’t be the case with Malakai, right? Of course, she wouldn’t be so bold to assume he loved her—but she believed he cared for her, he’d shown it after all.

Or was it just...

No, no, she was just overthinking at this point. Malakai would never hurt her, no matter what.

He probably had a reason for being like this and maybe he’ll tell her.

Eve sniffled and lifted her head, dropping it back against the door. Her hair was left pouring to the marble floor and she stared at the glass ceiling, at her own reflection.