The Alpha's Villainess Wife-Chapter 25: All Mine, To Fix

They were back on the road, driving back home and every now and then, Eve would glance at Malakai.

The man held a blank look on his face and she wasn’t sure why. Was he angry? He couldn’t be right?

Malakai reached down with his hand and pushed a button in his car. The roof of the car slowly but steadily opened, leaving the entire top of the car gone. The cold night breeze blew against them and Eve’s hair fluttered rapidly, her eyes rising to the dark sky filled with stars.

"Are you angry?" she asked.

He glanced at her. "Why do you think so?"

"You haven’t said a word."

The man looked at her, and if she didn’t know better, she would think he was trying to search for something out of her.

"Do you care for Patro?"

"What?" She furrowed her brows, blinking subconsciously.

"Do you love him?"

"What? No!" She seemed taken aback that he would even assume that. "Maybe in the beginning because well, he was my mate. But I couldn’t continue, not when It was hard to endure him. So no, I don’t love Patro!" she bit out. The thought alone—of ever loving a man like that, disgusted her.

How could she feel a thing for someone she was going to destroy—someone she would see to the end of him?

Malakai noted the look on her face and secretly half smiled to himself. He abruptly steered off the road to park by the side and ran his fingers to the back of Eve’s head, turning her face to hold her gaze.

She blinked at him, swallowing. "M-Malakai?"

"Patro is no longer in the picture, doll. I am." His thumb rubbed against her under eye, down to her cheek, and all the way to rub against her bottom lip. "If he’s in the picture of anything, it’s us breaking him apart. You have nothing to worry about because he will pay one way or the other."

Eve’s breath hitched and her hands clenched. She didn’t pull away, but instead swallowed and watched him lean into her, canines elongating as he proceeded to bite into her shoulder. He was scent-marking her as if a way to quench his hunger to mark her.

Patro’s mark was yet to completely fade after all. It could kill her if he ever imprinted above another alpha’s imprint.

The amusing thing now was that Malakai wasn’t just scenting her, but he was marking the scent on her as if he wanted every alpha that ever came across her to be aware that she belonged to him.

He wanted her to reek completely of him and Eve was not in any way objecting. If anything, she let him.

"Malakai..." she slurred, her voice soft and almost fading.

The man pulled back, but when she looked at him, she was met with his eyes that were no longer its beautiful golden. They were pitch black.

It was frightening. The color of his wolf’s eyes.

He caressed her hair, his fingers running through her chestnut strands, beautifully long all the way down to pour on the car seat.

He didn’t say a word, as she’d expected, but instead proceeded to drive back into the road, his eyes gradually returning to their original color.

———

Patro shut the door of the bedroom behind him. Herla was all over him, seductively running her hands over him, an exotic smile on her face.

He’s never wanted her like this before, this eagerly.

She’d been pissed about him abandoning her at the damn restaurant because of Eve. But she no longer was, I mean, look at the way he was all over her right now, gripping her like he couldn’t get enough. Sucking down on her neck and running his hands up and down her back.

Herla threw her head back, inhaling softly at his bite.

If only he would just mark her. They have been doing this for almost two years. She was the one he wanted, so why not just mark her? Marry her even, he loved her after all.

A soft moan fled her mouth. "Patro..."

The man didn’t answer her.

But she went ahead with what she had to say. "Won’t you mark me? You want to and you know it. Eve is no longer in the picture."

Patro’s fingers roughly and suddenly came at her hair, gripping and pulling her head back. He looked at her with a pissed-off expression.

"Keep her name out of your mouth."

"What?" she blinked at him in confusion.

"Do not mention her name again, that is if you want this to continue," he warned.

She fluttered her lashes. Why was he being like this all of a sudden? Since when had Eve’s name been some kind of taboo?

"Patro, you—"

"Shut your mouth." He glared at her. "Don’t give me a fucking headache."

His hands came off her. "You know what, get out."

"Patro—"

"Get the hell out!" he snapped. "Don’t make me repeat myself, Herla."

Herla peered at him. She’d never seen him this way. He has never been this angry or aggressive towards her. But she couldn’t ask. She had no choice but to swallow down her frustration and walk away, leaving the room.

As soon as the door was closed, Patro pulled off his tie and ran his lips over his top teeth. "Fucking Malakai"

He chuckled. "You think she belongs to you, huh?"

He walked over to the wine cabinet near the door that led out to his balcony and picked out a bottle of wine.

Then he approached the recorder within the room and turned it on, breathing out as soon as soft music began to play.

Patro poured himself a fine glass of wine and sat down on his one-man sofa, his legs crossed.

"She’s not yours...Malakai. Eve will never be yours, not as long as I’m alive. She could never belong to anyone else and I’ll see to that. I’ll go to any length, however far you want to push me."

"You just don’t take what belongs to me and think it’ll be yours, that you can have it. Eve is all mine to ruin."

———

Malakai stood outside the balcony of his room. He glanced over his shoulder through the glass door at Eve who was sprawled out on the bed, deep into her sleep.

His eyes blackened for a moment before they slowly returned to their golden color.

He mumbled, "She’s all mine to fix. All mine to protect."