Chapter 48

Oh, no.

Alex looked me up and down, and I knew he saw the tear streaks on my face. I could feel his

rage radiating off of him in tangible waves.

Oh, no…

Alex grabbed me firmly by the shoulders, staring into my eyes with intensity for a moment,

before pulling me into a tight hug.

I melted into it, my body curving against his familiar figure. I finally felt comforted for the first

time in a week, and I breathed in deeply, letting his warm scent fill my nostrils.

However, the embrace was quickly cut short as Alex gently but firmly pushed me against the

wall as he walked past me. His eyes were focused solely on Christopher, who still sat on the bed.

Oh, no. Alex would shred Christopher into a million pieces, I just knew it!

Christopher’s face was pale with shock and he scrambled to his feet, quickly making his way to

the other side of the bed, providing a buffer between him and Alex.

“Alex, stop!” I called out, frantic. I rushed forward, and grabbed his arm.

Alex did stop, looking down at me. It was the same look he gave me when I calmed him in his

feral form. Confused, angry, hurt, but at the same time, loving.

He was listening, even when every part of his body screamed at him not to.

I appreciated it more than anything, but I didn’t have time to think about that right now.

“Alex, please let him go. Give him mercy, he messed up, yes, and he doesn’t deserve it, but I’m

asking you to just do this for me,” I pleaded, my voice quivering with emotion.

I really didn’t believe Chrisopher deserved to be forgiven, especially not after what he had done

to me, but I didn’t want to see a bigger mess get made out of this than it already was.

Alex attacking the Rogue King on his land, that could be an act of war.And god knows Christopher would use every opportunity he got to rally anyone against the

Lycan King.

On top of that, there was a small part of me that pitied Christopher.

I did not sympathise with him. I did not feel bad for him. But I did pity him.

He had kidnapped me for a reason, and whether it was because he was lonely or felt

misunderstood or underappreciated, he was obviously lashing out.

He felt alone, and he went through the wrong method to fix that.

I couldn’t forgive him for what he’d done to me, not yet, but I believed that everyone deserved a

second chance.

The fact that he grew to regret his actions toward me and let me go in the end showed me he had

room for growth.

And beating him into a pulp right now would only give him cause to hate Alex even more.

“Please, Alex,” I repeated, staring into his eyes. I could still see the fury that hid behind his gaze,

but it slowly softened the longer he looked at me.

He let out a sharp breath, and closed his eyes, turning his back toward Christopher.

Christopher watched me with a look of surprise, keeping his back against the wall. His eyes

flicked nervously to Alex, his body tense.

He obviously didn’t quite trust that Alex was letting him go just yet.

But I did. I knew he listened to me.

Alex spoke up, his deep voice cutting through the room. “If you ever touch Grace ever again, I

will not hesitate to remove your hands.”

The room fell silent, his words hanging menacingly in the air. Christopher gulped, and I could

see sweat running down the side of his face.

After a moment, Alex took a step forward, and opened his long, black trench coat for me.I immediately stepped forward and placed myself next to Alex’s side, who pulled me in close,

wrapping his coat around me.

He led me out of the building without another word.

~Christopher~

That bastard!

The pride of the Lycan King!

He thinks he could just waltz right into my home and walk right on into my rooms and make

threats toward me?!

I chose to let Grace go, he did not come to rescue her!

Oh, the audacity of that man!

Yelling out in rage, I flailed out at whatever was in front of me, sending a variety of items that sat

on the dresser flying onto the floor.

I heard the sound of breaking glass, but I couldn’t care less.

Too much anger flowed through my veins, clouding my thinking.

I couldn’t believe the attitude of the Lycan King, the sheer boasting of taking Grace away from

me! And he didn’t even do anything. It was all between Grace and I.

He just happened to show up at the end to take all of the credit.

I bet he felt really good about himself right about now.

But it wasn’t his attitude that infuriated me so much, it was the fact that Grace went so willingly

with him!

What the hell does that man have that she likes so much?! How could I get her to look at me the

way she looks at him?The way she immediately comes to his side and embraces him?

Why didn’t she want to do that for me?!

I couldn't understand what the Lycan King had that I didn’t. What Grace liked more about him

than me?

It all felt so unfair!

Was it his castle? His car? His broody nature? What was it?!

I kicked ferociously at the items scattered about on the floor, breaking more items in the process.

Whatever, it all meant nothing.

Nothing mattered except Grace.

That Lycan King… I swore to ruin him. I would tear his life apart piece by piece until nothing

was left but an unravelled mess. Grace would finally see him for who he truly was.

A pathetic man who hides behind a dark, powerful face. But in reality, he was nothing more than

a lonely, sad, scared man.

Would Grace want to marry someone like that?

I wouldn’t think so.

It would only be kind of me to show her just how pitiful her fiancé truly was.

Yes… yes, it would be an act of kindness towards Grace, and an act of revenge against the Lycan

King.

This would work well.

And whether or not Grace chose to accept me after that was her right, but at least I would be

satisfied with my actions.

Now, how does one take down the Lycan King? Of course, I would be insane to try to humiliate

him in a fight–it was well-known that the Lycan King was one of the most powerful creatures

existing right now.There were alphas who came close to his power, but I, unfortunately, was not one of them.

If I were to take him down, I’d need to come at him from a different angle.

I would attack him psychologically. He had to have dirt on him–everyone does. I would dig

something of significance up on him, and I’d expose him in front of Grace.

His wedding was coming up quickly, and what better place to bring him to his knees but on the

happiest day of his life?