Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

Verity:

"Please delete it," she begged.

I was going to ask her everything because whoever was fucking blackmailing her was going to rot in jail forever.

But the minute I stepped away from her to grab my phone, I remembered.

I gasped, covering my mouth while she stared at me with wide eyes.

"What is it?" she asked.

"Alpha King Ragnar has my phone."

The minute I said that, Jenna lost her balance and stumbled backward, almost collapsing to the floor. I had to catch her to keep her from falling.

"I’m dead," she uttered with a hysterical laugh. "Oh my goodness, I’m dead," she added, laughing even louder this time.

"No, wait. Don’t panic. I’ll find a way," I told her firmly.

But she began shaking her head.

"No, there is no way. It’s done. I’m gone. I fucked up my life. Oh God. I’m so done."

Every time she cried, my heart crumbled.

Nobody deserved this kind of torture.

I would deal with whoever had done this to her, but not right now, I had more important things to do.

I had to get my phone back from Alpha King Ragnar and delete that video.

Then it hit me.

I had already given him my password because, well, he needed it to check my phone.

"What is it?" she asked, her eyes widening as if she could already tell something else was wrong.

"Nothing. You just go back to your room, change into your nightclothes, and rest. When we wake up in the morning, we’ll find a solution to all of this," I said, holding her by the arms.

"Do not talk to anyone, okay? I’ll deal with it," I told her as I pulled her closer, rested her head against my chest, and gently patted her.

The way she hugged me made it seem like she had been desperate for someone to say those words to her.

"You’ll get the video deleted, right?" she asked while I continued to hold her.

"I will."

I broke the hug, cupped her face in my hands, and looked directly into her eyes.

"I will," I repeated firmly.

Then I took her hand and carefully walked her out of my room.

I brought her back to her room and waited until she had gone inside and closed the door.

Once she was safely inside, I rushed back to my room, trying to come up with a plan to get my phone back from Ragnar.

There was only one plan.

I had to go to his room.

Oh, I hated doing that, but I did not have a choice.

The first thing I did was grab the entire bottle of wine. I poured most of it down the toilet and flushed it away, leaving only one large gulp for myself.

Then I took off my robe.

Now that I was wearing only a silk top with very thin straps and silk bottoms that left most of my ass exposed, I walked out of my room.

I tried to be very sneaky and careful as I left so no one would see me.

Then I made my way toward Ragnar’s room.

His room was really far away, so it was incredibly embarrassing to run around practically half-naked with no bra on.

My nipples were clearly visible through my silk top.

I even had to hold a hand over my neckline to make sure I was not flashing more than I intended to, at least not right now.

The minute I reached his room, I took a deep breath and knocked on the door.

I quickly bit my tongue, my eyes shifting toward Jaguar’s and Theodore’s doors.

I did not want either of them to wake up and come out.

However, they did not.

So either they were asleep or they were not around.

I knocked harder.

Finally, I heard footsteps from inside.

"Who is it?" Ragnar’s groggy voice came from inside.

Good. He had been sleeping.

That meant he probably had not checked the phone yet.

"It’s me," I called, deliberately making myself sound drunk.

"Huh?" I heard him grumble from inside.

Then his footsteps approached the door.

The minute he opened it, I lifted the bottle to my mouth and finished the last gulp, making it look as though I had been drinking when he opened the door.

"What the fuck?" he complained, snatching the bottle from my hand.

Then he lowered it and realized there was not a single drop left.

His eyes moved to me, and he frowned.

He had clearly rushed out wearing only shorts and, apparently in a hurry, had tried to pull on a shirt.

It was still bunched up, leaving half of his abs exposed.

I noticed a small tattoo or something before he quickly pulled his shirt down.

"What are you doing here?" he asked, placing both hands on the sides of the doorframe as he leaned forward and looked around.

Then he looked back at me.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" he asked, raising a hand as if to block his view of my chest.

"I’m sooooo lonely, " I commented, practically throwing myself inside.

He tried to stop me without moving his arm, so I ducked beneath it and rushed into his room.

"Miss Verity, this is really not an appropriate time. You’re drunk. You should be in your room."

He kept his eyes lowered as he spoke, standing in the doorway like a tall giant.

"No. I don’t want to. I don’t want to be alone. I’m scared," I uttered, watching his eyes widen.

"What are you scared of?" he asked.

Every time he looked up at my face, he raised one hand as though trying to shield his view of my body.

"That he’ll come after me," I said, watching his face go pale for a moment.

Wasn’t that what Gigi had said too?

I remembered when she had called him while we were at a motel and said something similar.

"I—I close my eyes and I see him coming after me in the woods. He—- Oliver chases me down like he would kill me."

I made sure to give the best performance of my life.

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