Chapter 16

                                    

                                          



LORENZO


I gawked at my sister, whose face was pale, her long dark curls bouncing as she subtly shook her head at me. 
Folding my arms across my chest, I bit the inside of my cheek, waiting for my sister to speak again. I wanted to hear her explanation of what she had meant by her not having the 'perfect' relationship like mine. 
"Why are you staring at me like that Lorenzo?" Martina spat, causing me to chuckle to myself at her arrogance, reminding me yet again why I was the Alpha. I knew her childish behaviour would not be tolerated by people, even if she was in charge. 
"I'm waiting for you to explain." 
Martina huffed, shrugging her shoulders. "Adam thinks I don't notice, but I do. I notice every time he comes home smelling of other women, and how other people he work with don't go on these so- called 'important' business trips for a few days at a time." 
I cocked my head at my sister, taking in what she had just admitted, but I wasn't shocked. I had only met my sister's mate a handful of times, but he was a solemn and reserved man, and would often talk in place of Martina. His respect for her as her own person seemed almost non existent. 
However, having not spent a whole lot of time with him, I wasn't one to judge, and knew that it was hard to have an opinion on someone you were barely acquainted with. 
"Anytime I question him, he does nothing but deny it," spoke Martina, her hands bawling into fists. "But the searing pain I feel when he's gone says otherwise. I know what he's doing." 
Martina was getting increasingly angry, and I could see the ends of her fingers extending into long brown claws, scratching at my leather armchair, leaving white lacerations in the thick fabric. 
"So Adam is cheating on you?" I asked calmly. 
Martina nodded, taking a deep inhale of breath, studying me strangely, attempting to gage my reaction. 
"I assume you feel pretty shitty? Down? Defeated?" 
"Yes," she sighed, nodding. 
"If you know what it feels like, tell me why you would want to make somebody else feel that way then?" I growled, raising an eyebrow at my sister. My question caused her hopeful face to fall, a fiery expression replacing it. 
"You could at least pretend to be sympathetic!"
I laughed, crouching down in front of my sister, my eyes boring into hers. "I would be, Martina, if you hadn't harmed my mate." 
"I didn't touch her!" she growled, jumping to her feet. 
"You didn't have to!" I yelled back, my wolf inside of me clawing to be released, urging me to lunge at my sister, her throat looking tempting. 
"You've never had my back!" 
"That's where you're wrong," I spat, stalking towards her, her back eventually hitting the wall, causing her to gulp. "Even after what you did to our mother, I still stood by you. Father wanted you out of the pack." 
"Of course he did," she growled, "I wasn't his real daughter."
"I really don't think that has anything to do with it, Martina."