The Mate He Hates

Alpha Edward’s POV

It’s been hours since I asked my men to lock her inside the water dungeon, and ever since then, I haven’t been at ease. Every seconds of the day, my thoughts would be filled with her, and I would groan. I couldn’t understand why I should be worried about a murderer, a woman who confessed to killing my mate. I should be thinking of other punishments to give her; she deserves nothing but a painful death for what she did. But instead, I was pacing around my study, worried about her.

Grunting, I sat back in my seat and tiredly massaged my forehead. My head was pounding with a great ache, and regardless of what I did, it wasn’t helping. Sighing heavily, I picked up a file and started working on it to distract myself, but it wasn’t helping. Constantly, my mind would drift to her, and I would groan and ignore it.

As I worked on the file, a silly thought came into my mind. I imagined her drowning and dying in the cage before the next morning, and I panicked. I could do anything to her, but I didn’t want her dead.

Curious to know how she was doing, I decided to check on her, at least to confirm that she was still alive. I left my room and went to the water dungeon while my guard followed.

We were almost at the dungeon when I met a guard who bowed at me. I recognized him as the guard in charge of the water dungeon.

“How is the prisoner doing?” I asked.

He seemed confused. “You are not aware, Alpha?” he asked, and my heart skipped.

“Aware of what?” I asked, scared that it wasn’t what I was thinking. Just the thought of it made my heart clenched in my chest.

“She has been released by Beta Matthew more than an hour ago. I thought you knew about it,” the guard explained, and I raised a confused brow at him.

“Released by Beta Matthew?”

“Yes, Alpha,” the guard responded, and my confusion piqued. I became so confused, wondering why Matthew would release her. It had been over an hour, and he hadn’t informed me about it.

“Where is she?”

The guard hesitated for a moment before responding. “She is still in his room.”

“What?” I blurted out.

“His room?”

“Yes, Alpha…” I didn’t let the guard complete his words before I began to dash away.

As I made my way to Matthew’s room, I couldn’t help but panic. I had known Matthew for years. I knew he would not take advantage of her or do anything to her that was against her will, but somehow, I was anxious and restless. I couldn’t understand why he saved her yet again.

Ignoring the greetings of the servants, I hurried towards Matthew’s room, and when I got to the door, I pushed it open and dashed in.

Dashing into Matthew’s room, I met Matthew and Amanda in the middle of a discussion, but the moment they saw me walk in, they stopped and looked my way.

I held my gaze on Amanda and could see the terrified look in her eyes, and out of panic, she looked away from me. Moving my gaze to Matthew, our eyes interlocked, and I shot him a suspicious gaze, wondering what they were talking about.

“You are here,” Matthew said and moved over to where I stood.

“And what is the meaning of this?” I asked, angered and jealous. For strange reasons, I was jealous seeing them talking, and I was so curious to know what they were discussing.

“Can we please talk outside?” Matthew pleaded, but I shook my head.

“I want to know what is going on. Why did you set her free without my permission?” I asked in an annoyed tone, and Matthew sighed.

“Can we please just talk outside?” Matthew begged, and I glared at him before glancing in Amanda’s direction, who had been avoiding my gaze since I walked in.

Without saying a word, I walked out of the room while Matthew followed suit. When he got outside the room, I turned and folded my arms.

“Let’s hear it.”

Matthew sucked in a deep breath. “I’m sorry, but I couldn’t let her die in there.”

“And who told you she was going to die?” I snapped.

“Come on, man, if I were one second late, she would have been long gone,” he defended his action, which irritated me.

“And why do you care? If she dies, it’s none of your business. She is my prisoner, and you have no right to set her free when I haven’t,” I sneered with jealousy. I wasn’t angry that he had set her free, but I was jealous because I met them discussing like friends, something I had never done with her.

“I’m sorry, Alpha,” Matthew apologized. Obviously, he didn’t want to prolong the matter.Original content from NôvelDrama.Org.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair before holding Matthew’s gaze. “Why do you care about her this much?” I threw that question at him and saw him go silent for a moment before he shrugged his shoulders. “I don’t know; I just don’t want you to kill her.”

I furrowed my brow at his words. “Why do you care if she dies or lives?”

Matthew sighed. “I’m just doing this for you.”

“Spare me that bullshit!” I cut him off. “You are doing this for yourself and not for me. Tell me, do you have a thing for her? Do you also want to fuck her?” I accused, and Matthew stared at me with a confused look.

“Excuse me? What do you take me for? That I will want to have a woman you already have? She is your sex slave; you have practically destroyed and broken that young lady, and you think I will also want to do that to her?” He sounded pissed. “I’m not you, Alpha Edward, and I will never be like you. Please excuse me.” With those words, he walked away, leaving me to ponder his words.

“Will never be like you!” His words rang in my head.

What does he mean by that? Does he mean what I’m doing is wrong? She was the one who caused it; she killed my mate and felt no remorse about it. If he were in my shoes, would he have done much worse than I did, or would he have done things differently?

I began questioning myself and my actions, and somehow, I became uncomfortable. I started to have this feeling that perhaps I might have gone too far. Maybe I should have sent her to the council of elders for a proper judgment. They would have either sentenced her to death or life imprisonment.

Inhaling deeply, I composed myself and wanted to go back to my chambers, but then I remembered that Amanda was all alone in Matthew’s room, and Matthew didn’t go back inside.

I decided to go back to Matthew’s room, so I could check up on her. As I pushed the door open, my eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of Amanda. To my horror, I spotted Amanda perched precariously on the windowsill, her gaze fixed on the ground below.

“Amanda!” I exclaimed, my voice sounding alarm as I tried to rush toward her.

“Stay back! If you take another step, I will grant you the privilege of watching me jump off!” she warned, and instantly I paused in my tracks.