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Chapter 4

Janine didn't care about what Giovan said or what the king thought. Giovan was the only one who mattered to her.

"I don't care anymore, Giovan. I miss you and I want to be with you." Janine promptly seated herself on Giovan's lap. "Leave; someone might see you." Giovan tried to rise, but Janine swiftly kissed him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Oh my!"Crema exclaimed, shocked by what she had just witnessed.

Giovan's eyes widened at the sight of Crema, but he didn't let it show. He maintained his composure, projecting the image he had crafted for himself in front of his wife. "Come here," he beckoned, drawing Janine closer to him, their lips nearly touching.

Crema's POV

My wolf whimpered in pain. I knew that my wolf was the most affected by this situation, as she was the first to sense the bond between Giovan and me. I tried to maintain my composure and contemplate my next move, but I lost control when their lips finally met.

I may not possess as much power as Giovan, but I know my rights. I am his wife, and I should defend our marriage!

"What is this?" I asked. It was a foolish question, but it was the only one that escaped my lips.

Janine glanced at me and raised an eyebrow. She was really getting under my skin! It was my first day as a wife, and I was already dealing with infidelity. How shameful!

I bolted outside, ran into the woods, and transformed into my wolf. The pain was unbearable, and I needed to release it, or it would consume me. I screamed, "Ahhhhhh!" I couldn't stop my mind from racing. What if Giovan and Janine were already doing that?

"Damn it!" I yelled. I finally halted when I reached the forest's peak. I needed some solitude, and this was the best escape.

Tears streamed down my cheeks, followed by sobs, until I fell asleep without realizing it. Perhaps it was because my body was exhausted from last night's emotional turmoil.

When I woke up, it was already dark. I felt guilty because the entire day had passed, and I still hadn't figured out what to do about Janine. I knew what kind of person she was, and I was sure that she was determined to take everything from me. But what I didn't understand was my mate. How could he do that in front of me? Instead of protecting my feelings, he deliberately displayed affection for Janine right before my eyes. Did that justify what they had told me about their past understanding? If so, then why didn't Giovan fight for Janine? Why did he marry me?

I composed myself before using my wolf form to quickly return to the house. Once at the gate, I resumed walking and entered the house, hoping that Janine had already left.

I headed directly to our bedroom, knowing that I needed to shower before going to the dining area to see what the servants had prepared. Despite the pain I was experiencing, I knew I had to behave like a dutiful wife. This was the only way to win over Giovan's family and counter Janine's malicious plans. I couldn't let her succeed in taking away what was rightfully mine. I couldn't afford to lose my mate because of my scheming cousin.

I turned on the shower, choosing the cold setting to rejuvenate my spirit.

The cold water cascading from my head down my body induced a unique sensation, gradually clarifying my thoughts and bolstering my resolve.

After finishing my shower, I stepped out of the bathroom, only to be surprised by Giovan's voice. I was left speechless, feeling exposed and vulnerable in my thin bathrobe with my hair still wet. I quickly crossed my arms over my chest, attempting to conceal my hardened nipples caused by the cold water.

"I'm sorry," I replied hastily, then hurried towards the closet. As I reached for a pair of pajamas, I felt his presence close behind me. I could feel his breath on my neck, making the hairs on my body stand on end.

"You don't need to apologize, honey," were the only words I heard before I felt his hand on my right breast and his lips on my neck. I shivered as my entire body reacted, incapable of resisting his advances. "Come here," he whispered, wrapping his arms around me and spinning me around to face him. But when I looked into his eyes, I was abruptly reminded of what I had seen in his office - Janine's coquettish face. I hesitated, my reluctance apparent to Giovan.

"You're so irresistible," he said, admiring my body instead of addressing my concerns. "Touch me." His voice was authoritative as he took my hand and guided it to his chest. Although my mind was strong enough to refuse, my emotions were too fragile to resist. I let him instruct me, thinking that perhaps if I became proficient in bed, he would no longer be interested in Janine. Maybe if I satisfied his desires and did everything he wanted, he would be mine and wouldn't seek anyone else. Maybe I needed to improve my performance in bed. If I had to be wild, then so be it.

He slid my bathrobe off, and instead of feeling cold when my body was exposed, it felt even hotter. I couldn't look away as he worked his magic. My mind wandered, pondering how it would feel to be praised like this outside the bedroom. How sweet would that be? Or am I only here to satisfy his needs?

"Help me," he said, and only then did I realize he wanted me to assist him in undressing. I began to move my hands. I unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them down as I knelt. Instead of proceeding, he stood there, stroking my hair and moaning in anticipation. I pulled down his boxer shorts, and there it was, his manhood, right before my eyes. I was taken aback, my eyes wide in surprise. This was only my second time doing this with him, and his assertiveness was new to me.

Upon noticing my shock, he swiftly pulled me up and kissed me passionately. His hands became more aggressive and swift, exploring everywhere. He lifted me to the bed, which seemed to have been awaiting us.

"Kiss me back," he murmured between mouthfuls of my lips. I mirrored his actions. When he caressed my buttocks, I reciprocated. My hands roamed all over his body, reminding myself that it was crucial to satisfy my partner. However, along the way, my emotions grew stronger and more fervent. The kisses and caresses grew wild, and our moans filled the room.

"You're getting better," were the only words I heard from him afterward. He stood up, headed straight to the bathroom, and emerged with a towel wrapped around his waist. He went to the closet and changed into his pajamas without a glance in my direction.

"Dinner might be ready now," he said, not waiting for my response. He exited, closing the door behind him. That was it. After he had praised my body and enjoyed it, everything would revert to normal once he stepped through that door.

Feeling hungry from the lack of food that day, I readied myself to follow him to the dining room. Anticipating that Janine might join us, I ensured I looked presentable in the mirror before finally stepping outside. "You're so generous," I heard her voice. She had made herself comfortable at the table as if she owned the place! The audacity of my cousin.

I heard a chuckle from the King. When I entered the dining room, everyone was already seated. I realized I was quite late because everyone had already begun eating. "I feel sorry for you, Crema. You always seem tired serving your alpha... Don't worry, you'll get used to it," King Dior said formally. His words embarrassed me, especially considering what Giovan and I had just done. I noticed the smirk on Janine's face when she heard the King's comment.

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