Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

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I stopped halfway and turned to look at him.

"You know who you told that your phone had been with me, don’t you?" he asked softly.

I stared at him in silence.

"Don’t ask me anything right now. I won’t be able to answer," I replied just as quietly.

Then I walked away.

As I began to move forward, I started to feel a little anxious, like there was something I was supposed to do but hadn’t.

After a few more steps, it suddenly hit me what I’d forgotten.

Oh shoot, I was supposed to speak with Ragnar about Jenna.

I grimaced, smacking my forehead with my palm.

Could I do it now? I asked myself.

I mean, it was around midnight.

Jenna must have been asleep by now because I’d fed her dinner myself really, really late since she wouldn’t eat for anyone else.

I could tell from the way her eyes kept drifting shut that she was exhausted.

So the minute I left her room, I expected her to fall asleep.

She was also taking a lot of relaxants, and for now, I wasn’t saying anything because it was important that she simply rested.

But later on, taking too much medication wouldn’t be good for her.

Hopefully, by the end of this week, she would have no reason to take that much medication either.

And I was going to make sure of it.

How was I going to do that?

By solving her problems one by one.

The first was to go and speak with Ragnar.

I swiftly turned and headed back toward Alpha King Ragnar’s room.

I knew very well that if I didn’t speak with him now, someone else might speak with him by morning, and then it would be too late.

"Alpha King Ragnar, since you wanted to know something from me, I’ll give you something. It’s actually that—" I started speaking as I reached his door.

I opened it without knocking because, in my head, I’d been allowed inside only a few minutes ago.

So without thinking twice, I barged into the room while fixing my dress.

When I looked up, I froze in shock.

Standing there, completely naked, was Alpha King Ragnar.

My heart stopped. I couldn’t hear a single beat anymore.

His chiseled body. His V-line was so prominent that I almost wondered if even that thing below it had abs of its own.

His abs were fully defined, and with how tall he was, they suited his frame perfectly.

Every muscle in his body was extremely well defined, and against his tanned skin, oh, I finally got a clear look at the tattoo on his V-line.

It had only been a few seconds, but it felt like I’d been standing there staring at him for an hour.

It wasn’t simply a snake tattoo.

It was a double-headed snake with two tails.

One tail had an R, while the other had some kind of marking that looked like an F or something.

I couldn’t be sure.

The few seconds I spent staring at him, and unfortunately at his lower body, were enough to make him uncomfortable.

Let’s not even talk about his male reproductive organ.

Yes, I will speak about it with great respect.

It was humongous, with the biggest head I’d ever seen.

I wouldn’t have been surprised if he’d told me it had a brain of its own as well.

And then the two bells underneath–

Oh, fuck!

"What are you looking at?" he yelled so loudly that I immediately jumped and turned away, squeezing my eyes shut.

All of that happened within a few brief seconds.

Every detail I’d absorbed came from me hungrily staring at him during those few seconds.

Imagine if the roles were reversed.

You’d call a man a creep if he accidentally walked in on a woman and stood there staring at her.

So tell me, maybe I was a creep.

Self-awareness is a good thing, ladies.

The moment I walked in, the position of his hands made me realize that he had been walking around his room completely naked.

He wasn’t holding anything in front of himself, nothing that even suggested he’d been trying to cover up.

But after yelling at me, he’d grabbed a cushion and used it to cover himself.

My eyes were still shut, and I decided to just run out of there.

I had never created this much awkwardness in my entire life.

So I dipped.

I ran.

I ran like my life depended on it until I bumped into something and stopped, thinking I’d finally made it outside and run into a wall or something.

I sighed.

"Thank God, I’m far away now. That thing of his was so huge, it actually scared the hell out of me. I thought his dick was staring back at me—"

I said that as I lowered my hands from my face, but when I opened my eyes, I found him staring at me, his fist clenched.

He was standing right in front of me.

"Wait a second. I ran away, and you followed me all the way out here just to show yourself to me again?"

I had no idea why those words left my lips.

But when I turned around to point toward where I’d supposedly come from, I realized what had actually happened.

When I’d closed my eyes and started moving, I’d somehow gone in a circle.

I’d made a full turn and ran straight back toward him.

I hadn’t gone far at all.

I’d run directly into his chest.

And then I’d talked about his dick.

He stared at me, his eyes narrowing so much that I thought he was going to smack me across my face.

The second he relaxes those eyebrows, arrows are going to shoot right out of them.

"Are you still naked?" I whispered, slowly lowering my gaze.

And yes, he was still clutching the cushion in front of himself.

"I’m so sorry," I said, quickly turning my back to him. "Why are you naked in your room?"

I panicked, blurting out all the wrong things to fucking Alpha King Ragnar.

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