My Ex Husband The Alpha His Brother The Rogue novel Chapter 38

Chapter 38

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My mind is still reeling, anger curls within me, burning through my veins and I don’t even try to suppress it. I can’t if I tried.

Laila. There’s always something about her.

I’ve tried my best to trust her, but her every action makes me question her loyalties. Every single thing she does gets on my nerves in a way nothing else does,

Once again, she’d let Cameron close to Liam. This time, right in my presence.

The memory of Cameron leaning down, speaking to my son, while Laila just stands there and lets it happen… it’s twisting my insides into a knot of rage. So much so, I can barely keep my hands steady on the steering wheel.

Blake? He’d read the room and left the keys to me, opting to find his own way home. A smart choice as the tension in the car is thick enough to be sliced through.

And what’s worse is, Laila hasn’t said a word to me. Not a single word. She’s hell bent on ignoring me the whole way home. Like I’m the one in the wrong. Like I didn’t just watch her open a door Cameron has no business stepping through.

My jaws ache from how hard I’m clenching it. I want to demand answers right here, force her to look at me the way she’s refused to.

But Liam’s in the back, strapped into his car seat. His small head is lolled back, eyes heavy with drowsiness after a long day.

And so, I suppress my thoughts. Sitting rigidly. My knuckles have turned white from the tight grip I have on the steering wheel.

Laila’s sitting beside Liam, slowly stroking his hair while whispering something to him that makes them both giggle. She keeps her head turned away from me.

But she’s not fooling me. If she thinks this silence can shield her, then she has another thing coming. Because it’s only making my blood boil and my member painfully hard.

It’s maddening. The more furious she gets me, the more aroused I am. My mind is clouded with a thousand scenarios with which I can punish her, and none of it involves clothes or words.

At least not legible words.

I still have no clue what exactly she and Cameron talked about. It could have been nothing…or otherwise. But whatever it was, Laila had allowed it. She’d stood there and allowed it.

I know there’s every possibility that Laila will return to Cameron at the end of our contract, but that’s a bridge I’ll have to cross then.

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For now, and the foreseeable. She belongs to me… she’s mine! What about that is so difficult for her to understand?

The silence of the house when we arrive does nothing to calm me. Tonight just happens to be Marie’s day off.

Which means it’s just me, Laila, and all the wrong thoughts I’m entertaining.

Liam tugs at Laila’s hand, his voice heavy with sleep, “Mommy…read to me?”

I watch her nod, her lips curving into a smile. A smile she hasn’t once offered me all evening. Something shifts in my chest… something dark,

“I’ll get him ready for bed. Laila finally says to me, her voice is barely audible.

She doesn’t sound apologetic, rather she sounds carefully controlled… like she’s holding back just as I am.

I can read her unspoken message. She won’t fight in front of our son. Neither will I.

I’m not a patient man. But I’ll wait… and she’d better have a way to compensate me for it.

“Say goodnight to Daddy, Liam.” She whispers to him.

“Nighty–night Daddy.” Liam flashes me a sleepy smile.

“Goodnight little man.” I reply, keeping the anger out of my voice. Closing the distance between us, I lean down and kiss his forehead.

Our hands brush, ever so lightly. I let the contact linger, intentionally.

Her breath catches. It’s barely audible but it doesn’t escape my notice, and it’s enough to fuel the heat in my

veins.

Laila doesn’t look at me as she heads up the stairs with Liam. Not even once.

She’ll be back. She always comes back.

Leaning back against the wall, my arms are folded across my chest. As they disappear around the corner, I toss my jacket to the couch, undoing the buttons of my shirt.

My wolf is on edge, I can feel him bristling underneath the surface, and it puts me on edge as well. Many consider it a downside of being a rogue… we’re more in touch with our primal sides than any pack wolf.

It makes us sharper, more brutal…at the same time, we’re far more sensitive. Quicker to anger.

I’ve never considered it a flaw. I found my truest self when the pack bonds were unfairly ripped away from me, breaking my wolf free from the suppressing bond.

Now, it’s just us. And our instincts… our urges, and a desire I intend to satiate.

I can pick up on the sound of faint movement upstairs, and Liam’s muffled laughter. I tuck my hands into my pocket, fighting the urge to storm up there and put an end to this silly war of silence she’s waging.

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The minutes drag on. I can hear Laila’s quiet voice as she reads Liam a bedtime story. His giggles come often, and then for a long moment, there is silence.

He must have drifted off. My chest constricts. Liam… something about the pup calms me by a measure. My wolf has come to acknowledge the boy as ours. And so it’s driving me crazy that Laila sees nothing wrong with what she’s done.

Laila… she’s pushing limits she should have never touched. And I won’t let it slide. Not this time.

By the time I hear her footsteps on the stairs again, my patience has completely run out.

She stops at the foot of the stairs, now dressed in a pair of pajamas. They’re full length too, like she’s intentionally warding me off by putting on more clothes.

If only she knew she could get me hard and throbbing with a trash bag on her.

She still doesn’t meet my eyes as she makes her way to the kitchen.

She’s playing a game of cat and mouse, and I’m willing to indulge her.

I trail after her, slowly. Each step is deliberately paced, because if I go any faster, I’ll surely snap far sooner than would be satisfying.

Laila calmly pours herself a glass of water, lifting it to her lips. My gaze trail the movement, the part of her lips and the bobbing of her throat as she swallows.

Even the small droplet that slips down the side of her lips, before her tongue darts out to catch it.

It’s becoming harder and harder to tell if I’m angry or just sexually frustrated. Damn her!

The silence between us is infuriating… it’s getting on every last nerve and if she keeps this up, I’m not sure what I’ll do…

But at the end of it, she’ll be screaming my name with that voice she’s denying me of.

An image surfaces in my mind. Laila, strapped up in my redroom as I tease every inch of her delectable body, till she begs for a release that I’ll deny her off.

The thought doesn’t help. Instead, it fuels my anger into something darker and more urgent.

“Are you going to keep pretending I don’t exist?” I hiss lowly, “or do I have to drag the words out of you?”

“Because believe me Laila, I’ll gladly do the honours… of making you scream…”

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