The Alpha's Regret Return Of The Betrayed Luna (Addison) novel Chapter 407

Chapter 407: Chapter 407 The Resolution

It was the smile he had right before he snapped. Chase knew that the wider it grew, the closer their master was to boiling over... and the more vicious his next move would be.

So Chase could only feel a flicker of pity for Sheena. Whatever was coming, she had brought it entirely upon herself.

But then their master’s creepy smile shifted, his gaze snapping back to Chase. Chase could almost see the calculations turning behind his master’s eyes, gears clicking into place, and the target of that calculation was unmistakably him.

For a moment, Chase felt his heartbeat stop. Dread crawled up his spine, but he forced himself to stay composed. He had no idea what their master was planning, but whatever it was, he would have to find a way to deal with it later.

"Now then... what should we do about this, hmm, Chase?" their master asked. But it was obvious he was only asking for show; he had no intention of hearing Chase’s opinion. Before Chase could even open his mouth, their master continued,

"Since that’s the case, why don’t I just gift Sheena to you? Let her be your first concubine. With her body and beauty, I’m sure whatever problem you’re having with your body will be cured..."

He ended his words with a bright, almost gleeful smile directed at Chase. Chase went rigid, stunned by what he’d just heard.

Sheena froze as well. The tears she’d been shedding stopped mid-breath. She had been trying to seduce Chase earlier, yes, but she only saw him as a backup plan to secure an escape route without losing her master’s affection and pampering.

If her master simply gave her to Chase like a discarded trash, wouldn’t that mean her status had plummeted? What would happen to the favor and privileges she’d been enjoying?

Only now did she realize her scheme had completely backfired. Her face drained of color in an instant.

"No... No, My Lord... I only love you! I only want to serve you! Please, don’t throw me away!"

Sheena crawled toward him, clinging desperately to his legs. But before she could even touch the hem of his clothes, he kicked her, hard in the stomach, sending her flying a meter across the floor. Sheena hit the ground with a choked cry, blood spilling from her lips.

While she begged not to be gifted away like a discarded toy, Chase felt the veins on his forehead bulge as he struggled to keep his temper in check.

He understood exactly why his master was doing this. Sheena was already considered tainted in his eyes and no longer useful to him. Instead of killing her outright and wasting her remaining value, he intended to use her to tighten Chase’s leash. By gifting Sheena to him, the master ensured she would stay close, monitoring Chase from within.

And because she was now a "gift," Chase couldn’t reject her, push her away, or kill her without disrespecting their master.

This was his master’s way of forcing her into Chase’s life, whether he wanted her there or not.

’Did the master notice something? Did I slip? Was I too impatient? Did he realize I’ve been sabotaging him this whole time?’

Chase’s mind raced through every possibility, each one tightening the knot in his stomach. A nervous lump formed in his throat, and he swallowed it slowly before speaking.

The guards who had escorted Chase in grabbed Sheena and hauled her off like a sack of potatoes. Chase followed behind with his head lowered, while another guard hurried ahead to open the doors for them.

Before they even made it out of the hall, the second consort was already running toward the master’s chambers with a wide smile on her face.

She had warm tan skin, a slender waist, not as voluptuous as Sheena, perhaps, but her figure was still striking, with curves in all the right places and thick wavy hair framing her features. As a Gypsy beauty, she was known as one of the most stunning women in the harem.

But Sheena had always been better at fawning and currying favor, using her charm to suppress the others. Now that she was being cast aside, the rest of the harem finally had room to fight for favor again.

So when the second consort saw Sheena being tossed out of their master’s room, she shot her a smug smirk and flicked her long hair over her shoulder. Then she strode inside, her slim waist swaying like a serpent, sensual and confident with every step.

She had arrived so quickly because her quarters were close to the master’s chambers. It was designed that way so that whenever he desired, any woman from his harem could be summoned instantly to satisfy him.

Not long after, Chase and the others could already hear their master’s low, eager growls echoing from the chamber, followed by the second concubine’s coy, exaggerated moans.

It was obvious she was doing it on purpose, letting her voice rise just enough to reach the hallway, flaunting her regained favor and rubbing salt into Sheena’s wounds. Each sound seemed crafted to humiliate Sheena further, reminding her of just how far she had fallen.