The Alpha's Regret: Return Of The Betrayed Luna

Chapter 406: Chapter 406 Who To Believe?

Chase still hadn’t changed out of his clothes, and Sheena’s scent still clung faintly to him, something their master picked up immediately. But instead of erupting in rage, he looked entertained.

After all, he had shoved countless women at Chase over the years, hoping that Chase would eventually grow attached to one of them.

A woman bonded to Chase would’ve given him another chain to wrap around Chase’s neck, another weakness he could exploit to ensure absolute obedience. Yet Chase never touched a single woman he was offered.

Their master had once thought the trauma he inflicted had twisted Chase into preferring men instead, but that theory died quickly, too. Chase would sooner kill a man than let one touch him intimately. So the only explanation he settled on was simple: Chase’s dick must be broken.

And because of that assumption, Chase had remained celibate for years, an untouched weapon, sharp, loyal, and useful in all the ways that mattered.

But the fact that Sheena, his favored woman, came running back to him, claiming that Chase touched her, that was news he hadn’t expected. It intrigued him. So he summoned Chase to see how the man would react.

He didn’t like his toys being dirtied, true, but if sending Sheena to Chase’s bed could make Chase bend further, work harder, and become even more dependent on him, he wouldn’t have minded sacrificing her body.

But the moment Chase entered the chamber, he didn’t even spare Sheena a single glance. Instead, the master’s attention shifted to Chase’s hand, which was raw, reddened, and still bleeding as the skin slowly knit itself back together.

It was deliberate. Chase was letting his wolf heal him slowly, intentionally, just so the master would notice his hand.

And that small act made the master even more fascinated by the unfolding drama.

”Master, you know I have no interest in touching any woman. I devote all my time to becoming stronger. But I won’t deny that Miss Sheena came to my room...” Chase said evenly. He had no intention of shielding Sheena.

Why would he? She was the one who provoked him first, who barged into his room half-naked, hoping to trap him, who came running here to have him punished or even killed. If she wanted a fight, then she shouldn’t be surprised that he wouldn’t stay silent now.

”That’s not true!” Sheena screamed, her voice cracking as she threw herself back onto the floor. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she whimpered, ”My lord, please believe me... you’re the only man I love and serve...”

But their master barely spared her a glance. His eyes were fixed on Chase instead, a slow smile curling on his lips, amusement and curiosity gleaming in his gaze.

”Oh?” he drawled. ”Then tell me, what exactly did my woman want from you when she came to your room?”

”I know Master can smell her scent on me, and mine on her. But you also know I’ve never touched any woman before,” Chase said evenly, his expression unreadable. ”So with all these things combined, I believe Master already understands what truly happened. It would be... ungentlemanly of me to state it outright.”

Everything Chase said was true, carefully crafted, but true. If he lashed out too aggressively at Sheena now, their master might immediately sense his desire to kill her. Far better to let the truth form in the master’s mind on its own, guided only by the details Chase allowed him to see.

And the truth wasn’t hard to deduce.

Sheena’s scent was all over Chase, yes, but so was the stench of humiliation. His hands were raw and bleeding from scrubbing her touch off him. Anyone with a nose could tell the contact wasn’t mutual.

More importantly, Chase couldn’t lie. Not with the curse carved into his body, lying counted as betrayal, and betrayal meant immediate death. Sheena, on the other hand, had no curse marking her. She could lie as easily as breathing, and no one would know.

So with all these facts stacking against her, Chase didn’t need to say another word. Even without a blunt, explicit explanation, their master already knew exactly what had happened.

And so, Sheena’s attempt to stir trouble was nothing but her digging her own grave deeper. Maybe she had forgotten, or maybe she was simply too confident after being spoiled rotten for so long, that their master despised lies, manipulation, and above all, the idea of being made a fool by any of his women.

Yet she still dared to tattle on Chase, thinking he would instinctively take her side and punish him. She had clearly forgotten that their master would rather slit a throat than let anyone make him feel cuckolded.

”Sheena...” their master drawled, his voice slow and dangerous as his gaze drifted back to the pitiful mess of a woman collapsed on the floor. She looked as if the whole world had wronged her, trembling and tear-stained, an image that would have softened any other man, but not him.

”Is there anything you want to add?” he asked, not kindly, but like a man offering one final chance to save herself, or damn herself completely.

”My lord, I... I have nothing else to say. You know I love you and only serve you,” Sheena whispered, her voice trembling as she lowered her head even further. She was trying to look pitiful because that was all she ever knew how to do.

Act helpless when it suited her, act seductive when she thought it would benefit her. It was exactly why their master favored her: her tricks were simple, predictable, and easy to read.

She believed he kept her because of her beauty and her body, because she knew how to whimper and cling at the right moments. But to their master, those were only part of the appeal.

What he truly enjoyed was the greed burning in her eyes, the ambition, the way she stepped on others without remorse just to climb a little higher. He loved watching his women tear each other apart for his attention, and Sheena never hesitated to be ruthless when it came to winning his favor.

Her savagery amused him.

So as she knelt there, shaking and tearful, she thought she was earning his sympathy... completely forgetting that he despised being lied to, used, or, worst, cuckolded. And right now, he was studying her like a wolf watching a rabbit tremble, waiting to decide whether to toy with her... or devour her.

After all, their master took pleasure in watching others crumble mentally. And yes, he liked Sheena, but even his indulgence had limits. His patience could only stretch so far, and being made a cuckold was not something he would ever tolerate.

So when Sheena finally finished speaking, she saw his smile widen, and for a moment she thought she had passed the test. A shaky breath slipped out of her as she tried to steady her racing heart, desperate to keep it from thundering so loudly that everyone would hear just how terrified she really was.

But Chase could tell that their master’s smile wasn’t because he believed Sheena, not even close. That stretched, almost pleasant curve of his lips was the kind of smile he wore only when he was seething.