Chapter 08
CALEB
As I left that room to face that extremely long corridor that made me feel lazy to continue with that day, one of my subordinates arrived and handed me a letter, one that had a family crest with a green color and silver details.
"Sir, Miss Kalia Hanover (your fiancée), sent a letter to you." That being practically announced, handing me that paper with both hands.
I could only roll my eyes and sigh at that news, the enthusiasm that was already almost nonexistent in my being practically leaving my body completely.
"I understand, did they explain to you what she wanted with this letter?" It was a stupid question to ask, but still, if I could get rid of the work of reading that thing with a letter as decorated as the palace gates, I would find any way to do it.
"I don't know much about it, sir... just that maybe she was informing you that she was coming to meet you, and when she would." He explained to me, which made me snort and massage my temples.
For the love of hell... what a great nuisance.
I had many things to worry about before thinking that Kalia would come, but no... she had to choose the worst moment as she always did. But I guess I couldn't blame her, like it or not... this engagement was only made out of pure negotiation and convenience, and theoretically, we both needed to maintain at least the minimum of our image as a beautiful happy couple.
However, this didn't make that situation less annoying than it was.
'Well, who cares about that, Caleb? Deal with the consequences and responsibilities you acquired with this contract...' I thought about trying to avoid throwing everything up in the air and just abandoning all that bureaucracy that involved Kalia and me, 'breathe, Caleb... she'll probably stay just a few days as she always does and then leave as if nothing had happened.'
"Sir, what should we do with the human they gave you? Should we throw her in prison or something?" One of the guards who was nearby asked, clearly already having fun with that situation, "because if that's the case, I can already-..."
"Stop talking nonsense, soldier!" I let out with clear revolt, wondering how that idiot thought he could behave that way, "just put her in some other room! She's still my guest, and also... my new pet." I specified before those idiots could understand something wrong.
Dealing with guards like those... would really make my hair turn white at some point.
LIANNA
While I was contemplating Caleb's words and even considering the possibility that they might hold some truth, I overheard a conversation between him and someone else. A male voice calmly informed him, "Sir, Miss Kalia Hanover, (your fiancée) sent a letter to you."
My heart sank. It couldn't be true. Caleb, the man who had done all those things with me, had a fiancée. I grappled with the conflicting emotions surging within me, trying to rationalize his actions, even though I couldn't comprehend why.
The realization hit me hard. Regardless of Caleb being a werewolf, he was still a man, and men, regardless of their race, were capable of such deceit. The thought of him cheating on his fiancée with me left me feeling a mix of anger and sorrow. How would I face that poor woman when she arrived?
As I grappled with these thoughts, a burning jealousy consumed me. I loathed myself for feeling this way, but the idea of Caleb with another woman sparked a turmoil of emotions within me. It didn't make sense. She was the victim in this, or at least, that's what I told myself.
But could he treat her the way he did with me? Could he kiss her, touch her the way he did with me? The thought plunged me into a pit of intense jealousy and agony.
The confusion and torment I felt were overwhelming. I was experiencing remorse for a situation I barely understood and grappling with emotions that I couldn't comprehend.
Everything involving Caleb left me feeling stressed, exhausted, and utterly confused. But the most unsettling realization was the creeping jealousy I felt, a feeling I vehemently denied.
I couldn't fathom being jealous of Caleb, of all people, a man I despised and saw as a criminal, and that thought filled me with a profound sense of despair.