Divorced by the Alpha, Claimed by the Rogue

Chapter 92: Chapter 92: You aren’t hard enough for me!

Alina’s pov

Clatter!

The plate slammed against the table, sending the food flying straight onto my clothes.

"This tastes completely disgusting," Ilya sneered, brushing her fingers off like she had just touched trash.

Lucian’s eyes flashed with a dangerous alpha light. He bolted out of his chair, his fists clenching as he prepared to tear her apart for touching me. I caught his gaze instantly. I gave a subtle, low sigh and shook my head, silently telling him no. It wasn’t worth breaking our cover over.

Reluctantly, Lucian sank back down into his seat without a word, though his jaw remained completely locked in rage.

"I am so sorry, Ilya," I said smoothly, forcing a submissive look onto my face. "I will go back and make something much better for you."

With that, I turned around and walked back to the kitchen, a heavy frown taking over my face the moment the swinging doors closed behind me. The pack cook rushed over, looking panicked. "Alina, let me handle it. I can remake the dish for her." frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"It’s okay," I replied, waving her off with a calm smile. "Don’t worry about it."

I immediately started preparing a fresh dish from scratch. But this time, a dark smirk played on my lips as I reached for my hidden stash. I carefully added a generous dose of my special ingredient—the same mysterious substance that had sent her to the medical wing earlier.

Once it was mixed perfectly into the food, I carried the plate back out and presented it to her. Ilya took a bite, chewing slowly before rolling her eyes. "Still not that good. But I don’t want to starve, so I suppose I’ll eat it."

I stood by the wall, watching her swallow every single drop of the poison.

To make me jealous, Ilya suddenly leaned over and wrapped her arms tightly around Lucian. "I want you to have sex with me tonight," she purred loudly, her voice dripping with malice. ƒгeeweɓn૦vel.com

My fists clenched tightly at my sides, my nails biting into my palms.

"I want you, Lucian, because I know exactly how good you are in bed," Ilya continued, shooting me a smug look. "I mean, it won’t be our first time being intimate, right?"

A cold shock ran through me, followed immediately by a burning fury. I glared at Ilya, my chest tightening. I had absolutely no idea they had ever had sex or been intimate in the past.

Lucian looked completely uncomfortable, shifting away from her touch. "I don’t feel too good tonight, Ilya."

"That’s no problem at all," she whispered against his neck. "You don’t have to do much. Just lie down, and I will do all the rest."

The anger inside me was burning hot enough to incinerate the room, but I forced my expression to remain entirely composed.

Ilya turned her head toward me, a mocking tilt to her brow. "It is completely normal for a fiancé and fiancée to have sex, right, Alina?"

I swallowed the rage and gave her a stiff nod. "Yes."

"Good. I’m glad you understand," Ilya said. She then patted Lucian’s shoulder commandingly. "Lift me up and take me to the bedroom."

Lucian didn’t move at first. His desperate eyes snapped directly to mine, silently begging for an exit. I held his gaze for a second before giving him a tiny, almost imperceptible nod of approval. He needed to keep up the act.

Lucian exhaled, bending down to lift Ilya into his arms.

I didn’t stay to watch them walk up the stairs. I turned on my heel and walked straight to my bedroom, slamming the door shut. The mere thought of them together made my stomach turn.

Why are we allowing this? my wolf roared inside my mind, her teeth baring in pure fury. Why don’t we just end her right now? We don’t care about whatever supreme Lunareth power she thinks she has. We are stronger! Let me rip her throat out!

Calm down, I commanded my wolf internally, sitting down on the edge of the mattress. We have to wait for the right time.

A few quiet moments passed. Suddenly, the door to my room swung open.

Lucian rushed inside, his breathing heavy and panicked. The moment he saw me, the words spilled out of his mouth in a desperate rush. "Alina, I swear to God I didn’t touch her! I will never touch another woman. Please, don’t ever think that—"

A genuine smile broke across my face. I stood up and walked over to him, cutting off his panicked rambling. I reached up, placing both of my hands gently against his flushed cheeks.

"I know you would never dare do that," I whispered, my thumb tracing his jawline. I smirked, my voice dropping into a teasing purr. "Besides... your dick wouldn’t even stand for her anyway."

A massive wave of relief washed over Lucian’s face. A smile broke on his lips, and he nodded instantly like a good, obedient boy. "It wouldn’t."

I giggled softly before pulling back slightly. "So, what happened to Ilya?"

"She fell asleep all of a sudden," Lucian said, looking a little confused himself. "Right after we got into the room, she just collapsed onto the bed and passed out cold."

"Good," I murmured, a victorious gleam in my eyes. The special ingredient had worked perfectly.

I leaned in, my lips lightly brushing against Lucian’s. The tease completely broke his control. Lucian groaned, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing me back with absolute, starved desperation. I gripped his hair, kissing him back just as fiercely.

Without breaking the kiss, he lifted me effortlessly and marched over to the bed, pinning me down against the mattress. He pulled back for a split second, his eyes wild with heat as he violently ripped his shirt off, sending the buttons flying across the floor.

He climbed over me, burying his face in my neck, kissing and biting his way down my skin like a man who was about to completely lose his mind. Loud, breathless moans filled the quiet nursery space.

But as his hands trailed down my body, I noticed something. I caught his chin, forcing him to look up at me.

"You aren’t hard enough for me," I whispered flatly, staring directly into his dark eyes.

Lucian blinked, looking completely confused and caught off guard.

A slow, dominant smirk spread across my lips. I gripped his chest and pushed him back.

"Get off," I commanded coldly, pointing to the floorboard beside the bed. "And get on your knees."