Rejected By The Alpha, Claimed By The Beast

First Part Of The Plan

Chapter Nine

Kaelthar

The first part of my plan was complete. Soon, I would move on to the next stage. I could hardly wait for the moment I would begin to break her, to watch her drown in despair over the pain her family had caused her. It was only a matter of time, and I would be right there, watching it all unfold.

I stood at the edge of the crowded hall, a glass of whiskey in my hand, as I watched Marigold dance. She was a sight to behold, twirling and laughing as she emptied bottle after bottle of wine, her body moving as though she were lost in a carnival. It was both entertaining and infuriating. I didn’t care about her well-being—she was just a pawn in my game. But if she kept drinking like that, she’d only end up hurting herself, and I couldn’t let that happen. I should the one to deliver the real pain not some damn alcohol.

I made my way through the throngs of people, determined to put a stop to this reckless behavior. I reached her just as she tipped another bottle to her lips. “Stop drinking, Marigold,” I said firmly, grabbing her hand.

She shoved my hand away, defiance in her eyes as she took another swig. “Leave me alone!” she spat, tears glistening in her gaze before she ran out of the hall, leaving me standing there, stunned. What the hell was happening? Was my plan unraveling before it even began? I thought she’d be thrilled about marrying me, I thought I had everything under control. I had everything she wanted, yet here she was, pushing me away. I had seen how her body reacted to me, how her n*****s hardened whenever I got close. So why the hell was she fighting me?

I rushed after her, bursting through the doors and into the pouring rain. She stood there, drenched and shivering, a picture of despair. “Why are you out here?” I called, but she turned her back to me, ignoring my question.

I pulled off my suit jacket and wore it on her shaky body, I reached for her hand again, but she pushed me away, her voice trembling with pain . “What’s your plan? Why did you announce that we’re getting married? Are you going to humiliate me like Emeric did? Leave me at the altar? Divorce me? Or even try to kill me as he did?”

Well, those were great ideas, but I wasn’t an easy man, and I wasn’t going to give her an easy ride to pain just like that. She had to know why it feels like to be confined to wheelchair for the rest of your life, she needed to know what it means to being unable to things that once made up your whole life.

I knew she was breaking, I loved it like this, but there was absolutely no thrill in it if she wasn’t broke because of me. I needed to be the cause of her problem, I needed to be the reason she was in pain. Only then, can the promise I made it my sister be fulfilled.

I knew she was starting to give this second thoughts. I could see the doubt etched in her features, and if I wanted this revenge of mine to be a success, I’d have to make her trust me, I had to change the narrative.

I stepped closer, cupping her face in my hands. I watched her melt against my touch, that familiar thrill running through me. “I’m serious about marrying you, Marigold,” I whispered. “Let’s take three days. We go out for dates, spend some time together. If you decide you don’t want this after that, we’ll break it off, and everyone will think you left me. It’ll be your choice. Is that okay?”

Instead of answering, she leaned in, swung her hand around my neck and kissed me with a force I had never known, her lips were soft and inviting, igniting a fire deep within me.

She was starting to turn into what I wanted her to be, soft and submissive to every of my words, and it thrilled me. I wrapped my arms around her, pulling her closer as I deepened the kiss. My hand slid lower, finding one of her bouncy ass, and I reveled in how soft she was against my hand. I wanted to see her bare, to rock her hard against me, to show her exactly what it meant to cross paths with a man like me.

But just as I was ready to drown in the kiss, she broke away. “I… I am sorry.” She stuttered, hanging her head.

She could keep her apology because that was the last thing I wanted to hear, really. I wasn’t about to let her slip away just like that. She needed to know why she needs me, physically, emotionally, and most importantly—sexually. I pulled her back, capturing her lips once more. Kissing her felt incredible, her lips felt like silk against mine, urging me to continue. I wanted to devour her, to explore every inch of her body.

When I finally pulled back, I leaned my forehead against hers, breathless. “I’m here for you,” I murmured, the words coating my tongue with bitter sweetness. But inside, I knew I was only there for one thing—to ruin her.

“Come,” I murmured, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as I led her towards the car in the now heavy rain. “I’ll take you home, but it could be hard to drive in this weather. Will you stay at my place instead?” I asked, watching her hesitate. I had no ulterior plan at that moment—driving to her place in the storm would be reckless, and I couldn’t risk her safety. The only real danger she needed to fear was the one standing right beside her.

Seeing her hesitation, I softened my approach, needing her trust for this to work. “You don’t have to—”

“I’ll stay,” she interrupted, leaning slightly against me, giving me exactly what I wanted. She had to lean on me, to believe I was always there for her, so it would hurt even more when I finally revealed my true intentions. “I’ll stay with you,” she sniffled.

“Come then,” I said, guiding her into the car, helping her settle in before taking my seat beside her.

As we drove, she held onto my hand, her head gently resting on my shoulder. It was perfect—perfect for everything I had planned.