Mated To Alpha Gregory

Adams’ POV;

I squinted my eyes to be sure I wasn’t mistaken. The sight in front of me was one I never thought I would ever see.

Right there in front of me was Ben, hand in hand with my wife, who would never let me touch her and who had become some sort of robot.

“Your Highness,” someone called out, and I didn’t have to turn back to know it was Ronan.

“I’ve been looking all over for you,” he continued when I didn’t say anything.

“Your Highness?” He said again and clicked his tongue.

“That’s your brother and your wife….”

“She seems so…. I thought she didn’t want anyone to touch her,” I was staring at them in disbelief.

I blinked back and, without any more thought, walked towards them, ignoring whatever Ronan was saying.

“I need to speak with my wife,” I said, through gritted teeth, watching as her expressionless face stared back at me.

“I don’t think she wants to talk to you though…”

I was getting angrier by the minute and immediately, I grabbed him by his collar.

“I warned you to stay away from her!” I growled, tightening my hold on his neck.

He tried to pry my hands away from his shirt, but I was already blinded by anger to just let him be and the more he tried to free himself, the more I tightened my hold. I could feel his every breath as he tried to grasp onto the small fragment of life left in him.

I knew Ben, and I was more than aware of what he was capable of. If he was stuck at her side, I knew that it meant nothing good.

“Your-wife-is an adult!” He was successfully able to free himself from my grip and rubbed his neck as he spoke.

“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” he said and coughed, and I followed his eyes.

My lips parted slightly, and I tried to say something, but no word came out, so I clamped my mouth shut.

She had seen the part of me that I was trying to keep from her. Ben was smiling at her, but she was still staring at me. Her face held no emotion, but I knew that she was wondering about the kind of monster that I was.

Goddamn, that sly naught!

“Let me walk you to your room, Your Highness,” he held her hand and I watched them leave. Their retreating figures did nothing to unnerve me.

I didn’t know if I was supposed to be glad that she didn’t run away or sad that she didn’t say anything. If only she’d just show some Goddamn emotion! It would be nice to know how she felt or thought!

“Your Highness…”

“What was the name of that maid you introduced to me the other day?” I cut in as I walked back to my room, with him following closely behind me.

“Uhhh…you mean, Cara?”

I opened the door to my room to find Maya standing there. My brows pulled together into a frown.

“Why are you here?”

“Hi, Ronan. Can you give us a few minutes?” She said, a small smile etched on her face.

“I want to speak to his highness in private,” she said again. This time, her tone was firm and harsh.

I turned to Ronan, nudging him to go out. I was curious to know what she wanted to say, and I had something to say to her as well.

“What is this about?” I said as soon as I heard the door shut, running my head as I sat down. A small headache was already forming, and I believed that it was due to stress.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

“We were engaged once. What happened?”

My brows knitted in confusion as I glared at her in disbelief.

“Why are you bringing that up right now?”

“We never talked about it,” she plopped onto the sofa. “I want to talk about it now.”

I sneered. Maya Crane was really something. “Why are you here, Maya? Like, really, why are you here?”

“I told you…”

“Oh no!” I scoffed. “You said you were going to stay just for that night. That’s why I let you…”

She stood up and inches closer to me, dangerously close!

“Why are you hurting yourself this way?” It came out in a whisper and I curled my fist into a ball.

“Get out, Maya!”

“Out? Out where?”

“Out of my room, and this mansion…”

“My friend doesn’t want me to leave. Shall I ask her?” A smile was playing on her lips now, then she moved away from me and plopped back on the sofa.

“She doesn’t love you, you know. She feels nothing for you. Anyway, I’m sure you know all that already. When will you divorce her?”

I scoffed, realizing that, once again, my intuition was right. This was her father’s ploy.

“The council might not be that patient.”

“Shut up and get out!” I snapped, pointing at the door, and she glanced at me, the smile replaced by something entirely different, a mix of disbelief and surprise.

She smiled again, but this time, I could see the nervousness hidden beneath the smile.

“When you need me, which I’m telling you, you will. You know where to find me,” with that, she stood up and walked out of the room.

Those sly nuts!

They must’ve thought that because Maya and I were once engaged, I must still feel something for her, how wrong they were.

Perhaps they had forgotten why we were engaged in the first place.

“Your Highness,” Ronan called, jolting me back to the present.

“She looked…”

“I need you to discreetly look into her. Find out whom she’s meeting with.”

He nodded slowly, the surprise on his face obvious.

“Do you think–”

I nodded. I do not just think, I knew. That was the reason our engagement was called off three years ago.

“And bring me that maid, Cara, or whatever you called her.”

He nodded. “Yes, Cara,” he left the room and I grabbed the half-empty bottle of bourbon that was left on the table, taking a king swig off it as I thought of what to do.

Something was going on, and I wasn’t going to just sit back and watch. The council, Maya, the maid, my brothers, whoever had taken such a huge amount of money from the treasury, as well as my wife, I was going to solve each issue, one at a time.