His Intensity

Blaire:

I wish there was a button I could press and she would just go mute forever because, hell, I was tired of listening to her sound so caring and actually friendly. I couldn't shake off her moans that rang in my ear. How dare she try to act all friendly with me when she was just experiencing pleasure at the hands of my dumb mate?

I wanted so badly to punch her pretty face until her nose remained broken. Just the mere sight of her was disgusting, and my insecurity grew to a level beyond my understanding.

I already knew that getting London's attention was next to impossible, yet here was a living testimony to London's attraction. I didn't exactly blame him for being attracted to her. She was beautiful with neck-length ginger hair and big eyes that could be likened to those of a baby's, and there was a mesmerizing shade of green—forest green.

Her heart-shaped face held a few freckles sprinkled on her cheeks and nose. A sight that would definitely catch the attention of many men. She was tall and slender, possessing a model-like appearance. Her shirt grazed her knees, nearly hiding her black shorts.

And did I need to say that she had a very husky voice that could easily serenade any man? I itched to scratch her sweet smile off her face.

I groaned internally because, compared to her, I definitely stood no chance, let alone now that I was pregnant. Did I need to speak more about why my inexplicable jealousy had skyrocketed?

"Are you sure you don't want to go to the infirmary? Or at least accept my help?" She asked for the umpteenth time.

I forced a smile. "It's just minor stuff... I will be fine."

She nodded at me before turning to leave. "Well, make sure you get that treated, okay? I'm leaving now; I have something urgent to attend to."

I gawked at her as she made her way to my door. She waved at me before leaving, shutting the door behind her.

I approached a waste bin, dumping the broken pieces into it. I was honestly surprised that London didn't take my head for destroying his antique vase that once belonged to his father.

I was yet to fully comprehend why I still hadn't accepted the rejection. It was obvious I didn't matter to London, and the knowing look he gave me today reminded me of it once again.

I wondered how he'd have reacted if I had actually told him about my pregnancy today. He probably might not say or do anything, preferring to let his silence, as he either chased me out or excused himself, do all the talking.

I sighed, rubbing my aching belly. I was yet to eat and take my drugs, and the babies were protesting against my starvation. I needed to hurry up and catch up on breakfast before Emmett found out and gave me a thirty-minute lecture on why I should take better care of myself.

I didn't know which was more scary, her stink eye or her lectures. I noticed the cut on my stomach wasn't bleeding anymore, along with my palm. I could feel Hera's presence once again and sighed. So she had finally decided to come out of her hiding spot?

"You are so careless. I leave for a little while, and you go and nearly butcher yourself." She sighed in exasperation.

"I didn't butcher myself; they're just cuts that wouldn't kill me." I retorted with an eye roll.

She muttered something underneath her breath before saying, "I know London hurt you today."

I scoffed, finding it unbelievable that she understood that.

"Oh? I thought he wasn't doing anything at all."

She sighed at my sarcasm. "You don't have to be so sarcastic. I never said London was perfect. I just said that since we didn't accept the rejection, it's actually up to us to fight for his love, and honestly, you've been doing a terrible job at it."

The nerve of that darned creature! How could she actually voice those outrageous words? Did she think it was easy to slave around and still keep up with being pregnant? Or did she think it was easy to put up with London's intimidating aura and intensity?

"And what about you? What's your input on this?" I asked.

"In case you haven't noticed, Fuyu is a tougher shell to crack than London. It's been hell trying to establish a connection with him and actually talk with him. He always had a way of detecting me before I could even successfully attempt another link. Only once was I able to actually connect with him, and that was because he was very drained. The only thing I got to say was "hello? Fuyu? Look, it's—" And do you know what he did? He growled at me to fucking back off before terminating the connection." She ranted.

"So you see, I actually have been working my ass off, as you already know. It's draining trying to establish a link with a mate who's severed the link from his side through rejection. It's why I'm always fucking tired, so shut your whinny mouth and freaking put more effort into this! Think about your children's future from every angle. When you do, you'll know the right thing to do. Let it be that you tried with him, and if he doesn't yield, you can leave. The goddess knows you tried."

I blinked, standing frozen by the door. Hera's frustration had a terrible stench, and I actually felt bad. I felt selfish and stubborn, but the goddess knew I had sacrificed enough for that man. I wasn't a quiet person to take shit, but he'd gradually turned me into an entirely different person.

"I know it's hard watching him hurt you and hearing me say all this to you, but I'm not weak, and neither are you. We have no one else anymore: Blaire, no Raven, no Gwen, no Vinnie, and most unfortunately, no Sinclair, and it hurts. But we have a mate, and like it or not, he's the only family we have now. I don't want to be alone all my life, and most definitely, neither do you. Just please try to make this work." She said, her voice inches away from breaking down fully.

I wiped my stray tears away. Hera and I rarely fought. In fact, we never fought until London came into our lives. Hera was a reserved wolf that preferred to observe from the shadows, having no interest in surfacing. She preferred I lived the human life while she lived the wolf life, yet here she was, having threatened me twice now to take control of our bodies and do all she wanted to win London.

Sadly, what she requested of me was next to impossible. I didn't know why I had yet to accept his rejection, but I knew my babies were a major factor now. I wanted him to still be haunted by the fact that he still had a mate. I knew the bond troubled him, and I realized it. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction of being single.

There was a lot I wanted to do, like fight fire with fire, but having witnessed how unpredictable, mischievous, and intelligent both man and wolf could be, I stopped myself because I knew it had every tendency to backfire and was going to please him. As for Fuyu? I might just be giving him more reasons to send me to an early grave if I do it.

I inhaled sharply, bending down the twist that led to my room. I wanted to lie down and shake off my dizziness and unclear thoughts. There was so much going on with me, and I feared losing my mind sooner than expected.

"I didn't see you at breakfast; have you eaten?" They were the first words that welcomed me.

I found Emmett sitting on the bed with a cup in her hands. Her eyes were puffy, and her nose was red.

"A cold?" I asked, referring to her appearance.

She shook her head. "Just an allergic reaction to a certain herb. Sue gave me the day off; she was convinced I caught a cold and didn't want me infecting others, and I didn't bother explaining myself to her."

I smiled, "dirty, but understandable."

"So, have you eaten?" She asked again.

"Uh, not yet?"

I moved past her in graceful strides.

"Then I made the right decision, sneaking out this banana bread that Lucy had made for Sue." She wiggled the bread at me with a giggle.

I could not understand her audacity.

"I saw you with Lady Freya today. She's super nice, ain't she?" Emmett asked.

I nodded quietly while praying for Emmett to just shut up and drop the topic. I didn't want to remember my encounter with her.

"Mmm. She's different." I said.

"You know, she's been his mistress for three years now. To think the Alpha stayed interested in her for so long, I wonder how she did it." Emmett mumbled to herself, but unfortunately, it was for my hearing.

Three years? London still remained interested in her even after three years?

"She's yet to find her mate, and I wonder what happens next when she does or he does. Honestly, I feel bad for whoever Alpha London's mate will be; he has no emotions, even towards Lady Freya."

Say no more, Emmett; I pitied myself too.

Emmett sighted the blood on my gown and immediately rose to her feet. "What hurt you?" She found my injured palm and gasped loudly, "What happened to you?"

"Emmett, it's nothing. I'm fine." I shrugged her off, gently beginning to take off my clothes.

I was almost done undressing when a knock came on my door, followed by a voice.

"Lady Sue requests both your presence. The Alpha has guests, and she needs both of you to be among those serving and attending to their needs."

I gulped, hating that I was going to have to be in that annoying man's presence all over again. I banked on having a little break until he'd request my services. I was yet to clean his room today.

Emmett swallowed, immediately running a hand through her hair. "The Alpha's, they're here."

I blinked at her in confusion. "What Alpha's?"

"Today is the date for the Alpha Summit. Alpha's far and wide have come to see the king." Emmett rushed out of bed hesitantly. "Best behave, Blaire, for Alpha London has little patience for any mishaps during such important things like this. During the last summit two years ago, he killed Brenda for accidentally spilling coffee on the table."

"If Alpha London agreed to a summit, then it's because something serious is on ground. Brace yourself for a room full of intensity."

Oh boy, I smelled trouble.