Fated To Three, And I Broke Them All

Verity:

This wasn’t Jaguar or Theodore, people I had that kind of comfort with.

With Ragnar, it always seemed forced, and yet somehow, the words kept coming out naturally.

He shifted behind me, then craned his neck over my shoulder and repeated it in the bitterest tone.

"Get out of my room. Hop out. Get out of my room," he whispered.

"Um, I actually– okay, listen. I didn’t come back to see you naked," I said.

"I said leave," he demanded.

"No, I will, but I have to discuss something with you. It’s really important."

I hesitantly started tapping my foot against the floor.

He was standing behind me now, so I opened my eyes.

Unfortunately, there was a decorative piece in front of me covered in tiny mirrors, and in one of them, I could see him standing behind me, still wearing nothing.

It seemed like he’d dropped the cushion because he thought I wasn’t going to turn around.

Thankfully, his crotch was hidden behind me because I was standing directly in front of him, so I couldn’t see that part in the decorative piece.

I could only see his shoulders and his towering reflection.

Thankfully, the decorative piece wasn’t close enough for me to make out exactly how angry he looked, but I could hear him breathing like a bull behind me.

"We’ll talk about it in the morning," he hissed.

I lifted my hands, trying to calm myself down, and let out a deep breath.

"We don’t need to talk about it," I whispered calmly, hoping he’d understand. "I might have made some comments, but it didn’t look bad."

"What?" he questioned.

"I mean, we don’t need to talk about your dick. It’s fine, okay? I mean, I didn’t even want to look at it that closely, and I definitely didn’t mean to comment."

I kept yapping until he grunted, silencing me.

"I was talking about the stuff you wanted to discuss."

"Why the heck would you—and why? I know it’s okay," he added, almost yelling.

I’d never heard Ragnar this irritated.

He was usually stern, cold, angry, but irritated and annoyed?

Yeah, well, I guess I had that effect on people.

I was pretty annoying.

"Oh, yeah, obviously. Yes," I said, jumping slightly. "I wanted to talk about something. It’s about Jenna."

I quickly let the words slip out before he could stop me.

"Listen, if anybody asks you where she’s been sneaking out to—"

I paused when I heard him speak.

"At nighttime, when I go for a jog and she rushes back in through the window? Even when a certain secretary of mine helps her hide behind a wall? Is that what we’re talking about?"

I felt as if my whole world had stopped.

"Oh," I breathed. "So you know?"

I mumbled awkwardly, slowly lifting a hand to the back of my neck and scratching it before pulling all my hair over one shoulder so I could massage my neck a little.

Well, I was getting anxious now.

"See—"

I paused, making little sounds under my breath while trying to figure out whether he was angry, ready to punish me, annoyed, or about to fire me.

"You think I don’t know anything, Miss Verity?"

His voice suddenly went calm.

That was when I felt something press against my lower back, and my body jolted.

I immediately raised both hands.

"I’m so sorry. You don’t have to pull a gun on me. I didn’t send her out, I swear. Please put the gun away."

I started pleading because I hadn’t thought it would be that serious.

It wasn’t like I was sneaking her out. I was only helping her protect her image.

But now he was pulling a gun on me?

"I’m not pulling a gun."

He suddenly went quiet.

Then I felt him move away from me, and the pressure against my back disappeared.

It wasn’t a gun.

Both of us went silent.

I bit my tongue, annoyed with myself for messing everything up again.

I kept making things awkward.

"Get out," he yelled this time.

"I was lying. I didn’t feel any dick— I mean, gun."

I bit my tongue again when the truth accidentally slipped out.

Now I couldn’t even make up an excuse.

But why the heck had his reproductive organ suddenly moved like that?

And had we really been standing that close the whole time?

"I said get out!" he yelled, making me jump and rush toward the door.

"And this time, do not turn around and walk back toward me," he added and I nodded without turning around.

"Yeah, but if anybody asks where she was going, please just tell them Jenna had your permission. That’s it."

I finished speaking and bolted out the door.

Nothing good ever came from going anywhere near Ragnar’s room at night.

I should have known that by now.

The moment I stepped out the door, I reached one hand behind me to pull it shut.

As soon as my fingers wrapped around what I thought was the handle, I started pulling, only to realize it felt strangely soft.

I mean, it was hard, thicker than a normal door handle, but it had skin.

Then a sharp slap landed against my hand, and I immediately let go.

And that was when I realized, in the most awkward turn of events imaginable, that while I’d been reaching behind me to close the door, Ragnar had also stepped toward it to shut it from the other side.

And I’d accidentally grabbed his handle instead.

The second he slammed the door shut, I stumbled backward.

I stared at my hand and instantly curled my fingers, trying to recreate how far I’d managed to wrap them around his handle.

I couldn’t.

It was big.

Fuck.

My entire body jolted as if some spider thing had just touched me, and I bolted again.

This time, I ran down the hallway with my eyes squeezed shut until I crashed into something else.

And, well, the scent immediately told me it wasn’t a wall.

"Oh my Goddess, not you, Alpha King Ragnar. Did you chase me down again?" I complained, finally opening my eyes.

Fuck.

It wasn’t him.

Jaguar stood right in front of me, staring at me with his eyebrows drawn together.

And Theodore was standing right behind him.

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