Bonus | The Female: Chapter 25.5

Winner: Alex's POV: The Party

ALEXANDER

My hands clench into fists as I watch Shay roll a strand of Gray's hair between her fingers, her reddened fingertips rubbing against his jawline. He tilts his head away slightly to remove her hand from his skin, but she doesn't seem to pick up the hint as he reaches forward and continues her infuriating prodding.

The longer I watch the angrier I grow, but I still can't bring myself to look away.

I've always hated watching them together, their constant cuddling and aggressively loud fucking always getting on my nerves. Sometimes I think he does it on purpose to make me mad, probably hoping that I'll snap and give into the bond. He's been trying for years, and never has he gotten me as close as I am right now.

Our bond tightens and cries out as he Shay buries her face in Gray's neck and licks at his skin.

Fucking disgusting.

My lip curls as he nudges her off his lap and leads her over to the bar. He looks up and meets my gaze as he walks past, his expression questioning as he takes in my poorly concealed rage.

I don't usually get this angry when they are together.

I struggle to hold myself back from marching over to him and ripping Shay's stick-thin arms off of him. It would be easy to do, and even easier to announce to the room that he's mine. Gray would hate the assumptions that come with that, everybody here probably thinking that he's some pet to me, but I don't care.

Glancing towards Charlie, I watch her stare off in pain, her watery eyes attracting the attention of the other Demons in the room. The scent of her tears is strong and potent, which is probably fueling them to act out so much tonight. The sounds emerging from the Lust sections of the room are enough to have me cringing, the Demons beating and forcing themselves on one another as they smell her sweet scent permeating through the air.

I know that they do it in the hopes of drawing a reaction out of me, but I won't give them the pleasure of one. It'll be a cold day in hell before they see me lose control.

I don't even want to think about what they would be doing to her if she weren't being protected by me. Her weak mental state and even frailer body is enough to have the Demons here salivating.

The tought of them getting their hands on Charlie has me instinctely stepping towards Gray to force him to comfort our female, but I catch myself and shift away before I can get too far.

The moment I'm back in my office, I grab my round, metal bookend and throw it at the wall. It smacks against the wood with a loud bang, leaving a large hole in the plaster as it tumbles to the ground.

Not wanting to risk making a scene at the party, I throw myself on the couch and work to calm down before returning. Charlie will be fine with Silas for a couple of minutes. I'm sure he's more than content to hang out at the table with her, and if I have to see her broken, teary expression one more time, I already know I'm going to do something I regret.

I hate how the Human makes me feel, her soft personality and neverending attitude drawing me in. It's not often that I encounter somebody that wants nothing to do with me, and I can't help but find her disinterest so alluring.

It doesn't help that Gray has her dressing up and learning our language too. My heart thumps painfully in my chest every time I hear her stumble her way through a couple of Demonic words, mispronouncing everything and barely understandable.

Listening to her moans for Gray last night only made my misplaced desire for her worse. My Wrath's convinced himself that she's his female, and likes when she and Gray are together. I've always known that my curse allows me to bond multiples, but the constant jealousy I felt over Gray led me to believe that it was impossible.

Sucking in a deep breath, I drop my head in my hands before letting out a frustrated groan. I shouldn't have ever bought Gray a female. His constant need to feed on me is annoying and bothersome, but it is nothing compared to the inner turmoil that this stupid fucking Human is causing.

If I knew that she would be such an issue, I would have just let Gray continue to feed off of me. Fuck, I'd probably drop to my knees and suck him off myself if it meant that I could get her out of my life.

Pushing off the couch and standing back to my feet, I leave my office and head down the hallway to the makeshift one that Gray created for her. I took a peek in here last night while she was screaming his name, and am mildly impressed by the work that Gray put in to make her feel more at home.

It's a sign that he's more involved with her than I thought he would be, and the fact that Silas took part in it worries me too. Both of their offices are currently a mess of cleaning supplies right now, and I wonder how long they plan to store the items before taking the closet back.

It's only a matter of time before they grow annoyed with their newly cramped spaces and stick her tiny desk and colorful supplies somewhere else.

I gasp as a sudden ache flares in my chest, an intense mixture of panic and fear hitting me through Gray's bond. I hardly have time to ponder it before I'm shifting back to the party.

My Wrath is in control of me before I've even taken a full evaluation of the room. The sight alone of Charlie sobbing as she ruts against Silas's thigh is enough to send me on a rampage, my arm flying out into the chest of the first Demon I can reach.

The room goes silent as the body drops to the floor, and I glance down at it in disgust as an arm falls on my foot. Kicking it away, I scowl as I realize that it's Nicollette that I've killed.

Her heart drops from my hand with a wet splat, and I smile as I notice Lust standing only a few feet in front of Charlie. I wait in anticipation for his reaction, my smirk growing as he pulls in his essense.

Good boy.

"Is there anybody else that would like to make a claim towards my female?" I ask, eager for a fight.

My Wrath is urging me to kill, and today just might be the day that I give in to it.

Lust steps away from me as I look around the room, his sudden action earning my full attention once more. Who the fuck does he think he is to try and steal Charlie from me? I've made it more than clear that she's mine. Does he not believe me?

His desperation to have her only fuels my anger. He always wants what he can't have, and now I have two things that he can't possess. Gray and Charlie are mine, and I'm unwilling to share.

I feel disappointed as the Incubi start to shift away, taking from me the fight they have promised. They don't get to make a claim on my female then run away like a small child when they are faced with the consequences of their actions.

"Alex," Silas shouts, drawing my attention. "That's enough. Charlie is fine."

My gaze shifts to her as he speaks, my anger only growing as I take in her pain. She's crying and sobbing into his chest, her small frame writhing against him. What did they do to her? Why is she in pain?

My essense oozes out of me despite my attempts to hold it back, the strong scent causing more Demons to shift away while Silas shoves Charlie's face into his clothing.

They've hurt her.

My rage blinds me as I step forward and begin to attack whoever I can get my hands on. My Wrath grows as I feel their hearts come to a halt in my hand, their deaths soothing the need to make them pay for their accusations.

I'm only able to make it through a dozen or so Demons before I'm pulled away by Charlie's sobs. She screams into Silas's chest and begins to fight against his hold, her eagerness to get away from him capturing my attention.

What's he doing to her? My lip curls upwards in a snarl as I spot Gray running for her, his legs quick as he rushes to take her away from me. What the fuck does he think he's doing? He has no right to make my female cry and then try to steal her away.

If he wants to care for her, then he needs to be a better male.

I stomp over to him and grab his arm just as he tries to shift her away. I can feel the world moving around me as he changes gears and brings us to my bedroom, the shift uncomfortable and poorly done.

Weak fucking Incubus.

Charlie drops to the ground with a cry the moment we arrive, her limbs loud as they bounce off the ground. I watch Gray through narrowed eyes as he backs away from me, the scent of his fear strong as it pours out of him in waves.

Good. He should be scared of me.