-kishima clenched her lists, staring at Robert.
Though his words were harsh, they weren’t untrue. Rishima understood her position in Zvonimir’s eyes better than anyone. At most, she was just a substitute for the female he truly loved.
Still, even though she understood, heating someone say it to her face filled her with rage.
It took all her self–control not to punch the golden–haired wolf in the face.
She mentally reminded herself not to let his words affect her. After all, she had always known the truth.
From the moment she saw that photo, she should have expected this day would come. She should have understood her place and not let the insults of these wolves wound her any further.
Robert saw that Rishima said nothing and assumed she understood his point. He quickly added, “There are over twenty wolves in the banquet hall. I’m not the only one who thinks this way, but they don’t have the guts to say it to your face. Don’t blame me for being blunt. If you want to blame someone, blame Zvonimir for disrespecting you.”
Each of his words became a dagger, stabbing into Rishima’s fragile heart, shattering it into countless pieces. Worst of all, she couldn’t refute his words.
Because Robert wasn’t wrong. Because Zvonimir didn’t care about her, reducing her to a lowly status that made those wolves believe any one of them could have her. If she were Farah, would they dare treat her this way?
They wouldn’t. Because Farah was Zvonimir’s future mate, the future mother of the next Alpha of Silverfang. When they saw Farah, they had to respectfully address her as “young madam,” not show the predatory behavior they had just directed at Rishima.
Robert stared at Rishima’s beautiful face, his entire body itching with an unbearable desire, as if ants were crawling over his skin. Unable to contain himself, he suddenly reached out to touch her face.
“Don’t be too upset. If Master Zvonimir doesn’t cherish you, let me love you, I’m very fond of beautiful female wolves like you. If you become my mistress, I’ll spoil you to no end. Whatever you want, I can give it to you…”
“Get lost!” Rishima punched Robert square in the face.
Robert froze for a moment. Then his expression twisted with rage as he roared, “Bitch! I treated you so well, and you dare hit me! Fine, tonight I’ll fuck you to death!”
With that, Robert shifted into his wolf form and lunged at Rishima. She tried to flee, but the disparity in physical strength between them quickly had her cornered against the wall.
“Get away! Aren’t you afraid Zvonimir will punish you?” Rishima struggled fiercely.
“Why should I be afraid?! I’ll take you right here and let Zvonimir see how disgusting you look when you’re being screwed. He certainly won’t trouble me over a whore like you!”
Robert wasn’t afraid because he was convinced Zvonimir didn’t care about Rishima. To Zvonimir, she was just a lowly mistress, not someone worth punishing him for.
Moreover, his pack and Silverfang had numerous cooperative projects over the years. Even if Zvonimir was furious about him fucking Rishima, he’d ultimately prioritize mutual interests and hand her over. Everything would return to normal.
“Rishima, I’ll make you feel good!” Robert grew more excited the more he thought about it. He paid no attention to the odd looks from other wolves in the hallway as he began unzipping his pants while trying to strip Rishima.
Rishima trembled with fury, her teeth clenched tightly. She kicked Robert hard in the leg.
Robert howled in pain and raised a hand to strike her.
But before he could touch her, a powerful kick from behind sent him sprawling to the ground.
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Chapter 60
Son of a bitch! Who dares kick me?” Robert shouted,
When he turned his head, his words caught in his throat, and his face turned ashen.
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