ALPHA SIN

ARTEMISIA

I didn’t know what I was doing. I believed most times my body works faster than my brain because there was no way I could have stopped the same person I was angry with a few seconds ago.

The person I didn’t want to be in the same room as well.

But then, I guess I needed to cut him some slack. The dark shadow underneath his eyes couldn’t be ignored, and I wonder if he was suffering the same way as me.

As I clasped his hand, he tilted his head to stare at me. “I don’t think being here is a good idea.”

“I don’t think so either,” I mumbled. I got a little comfortable and scooted towards him.

I ignored all the alarms resounding in my head and nudged him.

“You should get comfortable as well,” I said, then bit my lips as his eyes stayed on mine.

A blush found its way to my cheeks, and I averted my gaze.

For a while, he stared at me, not saying a word, and when he didn’t comply with what I said, I let my hand fall and turned away from him.

But he gripped my shoulder.

“What?!” I snapped.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to.” He murmured and then he stood. “This is slightly awkward.”

Sin paced to the middle of the room.

Indeed, it was. I didn’t think I could agree with him until now. It almost felt as though we were strangers and I didn’t think it was my fault.

It wasn’t his either.

As he stepped towards the door, I climbed down from the bed.

“Are you going to Emma?”

Sin stood still. His hand that was on the handle dropped and he swirled. He glowered and stepped toward me.

“What the hell is wrong with you? How many times do I need to spell out that there is nothing between Emma and me?!”

I flinched at the loudness of his voice and sighed. “But she is carrying your child and you might try to check up on her to see if she is doing fine.”

“Emma is nothing to me, Artemisia. You are my freaking Luna! I know the child in her stomach isn’t mine because I didn’t go in with her. I didn’t even remember what happened!”

Sin grunted. He shook my shoulder with each word he said and let me go after he was done.

He yanked his hair in frustration and glared. “Is this how you want us to be? Accusing me of being with Emma when nothing of such happened?!”NôvelDrama.Org owns this text.

“It’s not an accusation!” I flung back at him. “I saw you.”

“You were shirtless and laid with my little sister. What is there more to search for? Isn’t that enough evidence?!” I tossed him a dirty look.

“I don’t want to argue with you.” Sin mumbled. He sighed softly and gazed into my eyes.

He gripped my shoulder and pulled me into his embrace. “I love you Artemisia and what will hurt you knowingly. I wouldn’t attempt such.”

“Love?” I snorted, and then my hand moved to shove him. But he held on tighter.

“I might have not been on my best behaviour for the past week, but you need to trust me. Trust the man who you walked down the aisle with and not your selfish sister.”

Sin broke off from the embrace and stepped towards the door.

He yanked the handle and walked out of the room, leaving me in the middle of the room by myself.

I kicked the leg of the coffee table and howled in pain.

Tears welled up in my eyes as I caressed my big toe. I know it wasn’t because of my sore toe I was crying; it was because of the argument with Sin.

I had thought it ended. I really wanted him to be in the room, but I had sent him out again.

Maybe I shouldn’t have mentioned Emma. But there was nothing I could do. The thought of Emma often made me furious, and I wanted more than ever to make her suffer everything, the way I was suffering.

But then, I believed I couldn’t do such a thing. I wasn’t that cruel.

SIN POV

That witch.

She often found ways to come between Artemisia and me.

Even if the conversation hadn’t been about her from the onset.

What angered me the most was Artemisia’s lack of trust.

How the hell were we going to live the rest of our lives if she didn’t even trust me a bit?

It was infuriating.

A knock sounded on the door. I strolled to it and yanked it open. “What do you want, Laure…?”

The word died in my throat as my eyes stayed on Artemisia.

She nudged me and stepped into the room. I noticed she carried two pillows and a duvet underneath her armpit and I furrowed my brows as she set everything on the couch in the room.

“What do you want?”

“Are you expecting someone other than me?” She asked.

“I don’t want to argue with you.”

“I’m not here to argue as well.” She retorted. “I just want to sleep and I don’t think it’s forbidden to come to your room, seeing as we are married.”

She tilted her hands in the air and pointed at the golden wedding band that was on her fourth finger.

I rolled my eyes and moved away from her.

From the corner of my eyes, I watched as she set up the couch to make herself comfortable. I was aware she wouldn’t be comfortable with it, no matter what.

And allowing her to come to the bed was another issue on its own.

I don’t know if I could stay in the same bed without doing something nasty.

I hadn’t touched her. The last kiss I had shared with her forcefully, I only wanted to see if she still felt the same way she did for me. She had been giving me the cold shoulder, and it would have killed me if I couldn’t touch her in the bedroom as well.

“What are you staring at?” She folded her arms in front of her and glared at me.

“Nothing.” I turned my gaze to the nightstand.

“Nothing is happening between us. And the last time you attempted to force me, I hadn’t forgiven you yet.”

“I’m not doing such. It was a mistake.” Even if she knew the truth, there was nothing she could do.

I wanted to bed her badly. I desired to be inside of her.

But how could I do so with an angry woman, a woman who detested me?