Chase still hadn’t changed out of his clothes, and Sheena’s scent still clung faintly to him, something their master picked up immediately. But instead of erupting in rage, he looked entertained.
After all, he had shoved countless women at Chase over the years, hoping that Chase would eventually grow attached to one of them.
A woman bonded to Chase would’ve given him another chain to wrap around Chase’s neck, another weakness he could exploit to ensure absolute obedience. Yet Chase never touched a single woman he was offered.
Their master had once thought the trauma he inflicted had twisted Chase into preferring men instead, but that theory died quickly, too. Chase would sooner kill a man than let one touch him intimately. So the only explanation he settled on was simple: Chase’s dick must be broken.
And because of that assumption, Chase had remained celibate for years, an untouched weapon, sharp, loyal, and useful in all the ways that mattered.
But the fact that Sheena, his favored woman, came running back to him, claiming that Chase touched her, that was news he hadn’t expected. It intrigued him. So he summoned Chase to see how the man would react.
He didn’t like his toys being dirtied, true, but if sending Sheena to Chase’s bed could make Chase bend further, work harder, and become even more dependent on him, he wouldn’t have minded sacrificing her body.
But the moment Chase entered the chamber, he didn’t even spare Sheena a single glance. Instead, the master’s attention shifted to Chase’s hand, which was raw, reddened, and still bleeding as the skin slowly knit itself back together. 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝒆𝔀𝒆𝙗𝓷𝒐𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝓸𝓶
It was deliberate. Chase was letting his wolf heal him slowly, intentionally, just so the master would notice his hand.
And that small act made the master even more fascinated by the unfolding drama.
"Master, you know I have no interest in touching any woman. I devote all my time to becoming stronger. But I won’t deny that Miss Sheena came to my room..." Chase said evenly. He had no intention of shielding Sheena.
Why would he? She was the one who provoked him first, who barged into his room half-naked, hoping to trap him, who came running here to have him punished or even killed. If she wanted a fight, then she shouldn’t be surprised that he wouldn’t stay silent now.
"That’s not true!" Sheena screamed, her voice cracking as she threw herself back onto the floor. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she whimpered, "My lord, please believe me... you’re the only man I love and serve..."
But their master barely spared her a glance. His eyes were fixed on Chase instead, a slow smile curling on his lips, amusement and curiosity gleaming in his gaze.
"Oh?" he drawled. "Then tell me, what exactly did my woman want from you when she came to your room?"
"I know Master can smell her scent on me, and mine on her. But you also know I’ve never touched any woman before," Chase said evenly, his expression unreadable. "So with all these things combined, I believe Master already understands what truly happened. It would be... ungentlemanly of me to state it outright."
Everything Chase said was true, carefully crafted, but true. If he lashed out too aggressively at Sheena now, their master might immediately sense his desire to kill her. Far better to let the truth form in the master’s mind on its own, guided only by the details Chase allowed him to see.
More importantly, Chase couldn’t lie. Not with the curse carved into his body, lying counted as betrayal, and betrayal meant immediate death. Sheena, on the other hand, had no curse marking her. She could lie as easily as breathing, and no one would know.
And so, Sheena’s attempt to stir trouble was nothing but her digging her own grave deeper. Maybe she had forgotten, or maybe she was simply too confident after being spoiled rotten for so long, that their master despised lies, manipulation, and above all, the idea of being made a fool by any of his women.
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