Jason’s POV
"Please, have a seat," Roman said politely.
The two settled onto the sofa, draped in their usual display of fabricated grace, wearing their wealth like a badge.
Why wouldn’t they? The four of us weren’t born into luxury. We were here because of Kael—and they never let us forget it.
They probably sat there imagining the day their precious daughter would walk through that door, claiming her rightful place in this home, while we were shown the way out.
But soon enough, that delusion of theirs would shatter.
Because it wouldn’t be us, but their daughter who wouldn’t be allowed to step foot in this house.
"May I know what brings you here?" Roman asked, though he already knew the answer.
"We want to see that whore—the pureblood you bought," Meryl replied without hesitation.
The moment those words left her mouth, my fists clenched, and I could feel the same tension ripple through Lucian and Roman.
Alright, she was a bitch, a whore, and what not, but now she was our whore and only we could call her a bitch. Not this annoying cunt with wrinkles.
Roman kept his calm and told her, "Mrs. Katz, my apologies, but you can’t see her."
Meryl shot him a look, equal parts arrogance and irritation. "Kael intends to use her to save my daughter. Before that happens, I need to know what kind of filth she’s lived through. I won’t have my daughter tainted by some creature crawling out of the gutter."
This was getting out of hand now.
Before Lucian or I could utter a word, Roman spoke again. "I understand you, Mrs. Katz. But it’s not possible."
"What if I insist?" she pressed, her voice laced with challenge.
"Then I’m afraid you would be disappointed," Roman replied, his tone polite but threaded with warning.
Roman was versed in having business dealing with such annoying and insufferable wealthy people, so he knew how to measure his words well, not aggressive but effective.
"Mrs. Katz, how about I show you a way out?" Lucian offered a mocking smirk curling his lips. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦
This bastard never hesitated to offend anyone, and I was no different.
"Might as well send them off to their fancy luxury car," I added with equal mockery.
The old woman clenched her fists in fury, and glared at the three of us.
"You three nobody poor bastards," she spat. "Just because Kael accepted you as his mate brothers, you think you own this place? Don’t forget, all of this belongs to my daughter. Once she’s well and becomes Kael’s mate, the first thing she’ll do is throw all of you out."
If it weren’t for Kael, I would’ve dragged this hag straight to my torture room. I’d pull her teeth out, one by one, slice out her tongue, and seal her lips shut—leaving only a gap small enough to slide a straw through so she could suck some liquid and wouldn’t die too soon.
"Who dares to throw my brothers out of their own home?" A cold voice came through, and the silence fell over the room.
Kael had returned.
And from the look on his face, he was far from pleased. It wasn’t surprising as none of us ever tolerated someone insulting our brothers.
The bitch Meryl shut her mouth as both husband and wife shared skeptical gazes.
All eyes turned to Kael as he stepped into the drawing room. His strides were long and deliberate, each step echoing with commanding confidence.
Tall, sharp-jawed, and devastatingly handsome in a tailored dark suit that hugged his form like second skin. His expression grave, carved in stone, without a trace of warmth in his eyes. The veins along his temple and neck pulsing with the restrained fury he made no effort to hide.
He sat in the main chair, that meant for only him, and lowered himself onto it like a king returning to his throne. Against the high back, he looked every inch the ruler he was, his hands resting on the armrests, one leg crossed over the other with that signature roguish charm.
This wasn’t just a man entering into his home.
This was the Alpha returning to his territory.
And he wasn’t pleased.
Kael’s gaze swept over us, then landed coldly on the two guests.
"So, what were you saying?" He asked, as he straight looked at the arrogant woman, his tone lacked any trace of respect.

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