Playing The Alphas

Chapter 75: The Ex

JAYCE

Damn Darlington!

Who does he think he is to speak to me as he wishes? Is it because we share a mate? My youngest brother was beginning to trespass his boundaries. He was beginning to become a thorn in my flesh as much as my youngest brother, Finnian was.

I watched Darlington walk to the door and stand by it like a statue. His hands were still clasped behind his back. His face was still calm and his eyes were still judging me.

Can he just leave already? I know enjoyment was calling out to him. I know he wanted what I was experiencing. I know he wanted to be with these girls, dance and have fun with them but he was too proud to admit. What a punk!

He had turned toward the door countless times and this time... his hand wad on the handle, but he had not walked through. He had stopped and looked back at me. And now he was just standing there, watching me like I was a specimen under a glass.

I saw him looking at the girl that was bouncing her ass on me hungrily. We were forbidden to enter and read each other’s minds, if not I would’ve read Darlington’s mind to know what was going on in my little brother’s sneaky head.

I felt my anger rising. It was hot, sharp and uncontrollable. I needed time to be alone so I could fuck the shit out of these girls.

"How dare you," I said, my voice low. "How dare you come into my chambers and tell me what I should do. Who do you think you are?"

Darlington’s expression did not change. "I am your brother."

"You are a hypocrite. A pretender. A saint who has never sinned."

"I have sinned plenty. I just do not flaunt it."

I laughed. It was a bitter sound. "Flaunt it? Is that what you think this is? Flaunting?"

"What else would you call it?"

"I call it living. Something you would not understand."

Darlington stepped away from the door. He walked toward me. His hands were still behind his back.

"You have someone we all like and I suspect that she is our mate," he said. " A woman who deserves respect. Who deserves loyalty." ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

"Loyalty?" I laughed again. "You want me to be loyal to a woman who does not even want me? A woman who runs every time I get close? She is just the same as the other sex slaves. She is not our mate. We just fancy her. That’s all."

"She runs because you scare her." fɾeewebnoveℓ.co๓

"I scare her because she is weak."

"She is not weak. She is surviving. Unlike you."

I stood. The crown fell from my head. It clattered on the floor. I did not pick it up.

"Get out," I said.

"No."

"Get out, Darlington. Before I make you."

"You can try."

I stepped closer. My face was inches from his. "If you are not going to leave, then stop your pseudo fakeness. Stop pretending you are better than me. Stop pretending you care about anyone but yourself."

Darlington’s jaw tightened. "I care about her."

"You care about the idea of her. The idea of being the hero. The savior. The good brother."

"That is not true."

"It is true. You have always been the same. Holier than thou. Looking down on me. Judging me. Pretending you are above all of this."

"Jayce—"

"Shut up." I turned away from him. I walked back to my couch. I sat down. The women crowded around me. One of them pressed a glass into my hand.

"What will you drink, my prince?" she asked. Her voice was soft. Seductive.

"Anything," I said. "Something sugary...like you."

She smiled and filled the glass.

Another woman began to dance. Her body moved against the pole. Her hips swayed. Her hands traced her own skin.

"Who is this mysterious girl everyone keeps talking about?" one of the women asked. She leaned against my shoulder. Her fingers traced my chest. "The one the princes cannot stop fighting over?"

I grabbed her wrist. I pulled her closer.

"She is no one," I said. "You have nothing to worry about."

"Then why do you look so angry when her name is mentioned?"

I kissed and savored the dancer’s lips but it was in no way compared to Samantha’s.

When I pulled back, she was smiling.

"See?" I said. "Nothing to worry about."

Darlington was still standing by the door. His arms were crossed now. His face was tight.

"Brother," he said. "Behave."

I ignored him and pulled another woman onto my lap. I kissed her neck, her shoulder and her collarbone.

"Brother," Darlington said again. Louder this time.

"Brother," I mocked. "Behave. Brother."

The women laughed. It was a nervous sound.

Darlington took a step toward me. "Jayce, I am serious."

"And I am busy. Can you not see that?"

"Brother—"

The bathroom door opened.

We all turned.

A woman stepped out. She was tall and slim. Her hair was dark and fell in waves over her shoulders. Her skin was pale with red lips. She wore a silk robe that barely covered her body.

Her face was covered by a mask and a black lace, hiding her features.

I had called her here to rile up my junior brothers.

Darlington knew that scent too. I could see it in the way his body went rigid. In the way his hands dropped to his sides. In the way his face went pale.

The woman walked toward me and stopped when she was in front of me. She leaned down, her lips pressing against mine.

I kissed her back.

She sat on the bed beside me, her hand finding my thigh. Her fingers traced circles on my skin, then she reached up. Her fingers finding the edge of her mask.

Darlington shuddered.

The face beneath was beautiful with sharp cheekbones, dark eyes and full lips.

Seles.

My ex.

Darlington’s ex.

The woman who had broken both our hearts.

"Seles," Darlington breathed.

She turned to look at him. Her smile was cruel.

"Hello, Darlington," she said. "It has been a while."