CHAPTER 56: POISONOUS WORDS

Jason’s POV

"Please, have a seat," Roman said politely.

The two settled onto the sofa, draped in their usual display of fabricated grace, wearing their wealth like a badge.

Why wouldn’t they? The four of us weren’t born into luxury. We were here because of Kael—and they never let us forget it.

They probably sat there imagining the day their precious daughter would walk through that door, claiming her rightful place in this home, while we were shown the way out.

But soon enough, that delusion of theirs would shatter.

Because it wouldn’t be us, but their daughter who wouldn’t be allowed to step foot in this house.

"May I know what brings you here?" Roman asked, though he already knew the answer.

"We want to see that whore—the pureblood you bought," Meryl replied without hesitation.

The moment those words left her mouth, my fists clenched, and I could feel the same tension ripple through Lucian and Roman.

Alright, she was a bitch, a whore, and what not, but now she was our whore and only we could call her a bitch. Not this annoying cunt with wrinkles.

Roman kept his calm and told her, "Mrs. Katz, my apologies, but you can’t see her."

Meryl shot him a look, equal parts arrogance and irritation. "Kael intends to use her to save my daughter. Before that happens, I need to know what kind of filth she’s lived through. I won’t have my daughter tainted by some creature crawling out of the gutter."

This was getting out of hand now.

Before Lucian or I could utter a word, Roman spoke again. "I understand you, Mrs. Katz. But it’s not possible."

"What if I insist?" she pressed, her voice laced with challenge.

"Then I’m afraid you would be disappointed," Roman replied, his tone polite but threaded with warning.

Roman was versed in having business dealing with such annoying and insufferable wealthy people, so he knew how to measure his words well, not aggressive but effective.

"Mrs. Katz, how about I show you a way out?" Lucian offered a mocking smirk curling his lips.

This bastard never hesitated to offend anyone, and I was no different.

"Might as well send them off to their fancy luxury car," I added with equal mockery.

The old woman clenched her fists in fury, and glared at the three of us.

"You three nobody poor bastards," she spat. "Just because Kael accepted you as his mate brothers, you think you own this place? Don’t forget, all of this belongs to my daughter. Once she’s well and becomes Kael’s mate, the first thing she’ll do is throw all of you out."

If it weren’t for Kael, I would’ve dragged this hag straight to my torture room. I’d pull her teeth out, one by one, slice out her tongue, and seal her lips shut—leaving only a gap small enough to slide a straw through so she could suck some liquid and wouldn’t die too soon.

"Who dares to throw my brothers out of their own home?" A cold voice came through, and the silence fell over the room.

Kael had returned.

And from the look on his face, he was far from pleased. It wasn’t surprising as none of us ever tolerated someone insulting our brothers.

The bitch Meryl shut her mouth as both husband and wife shared skeptical gazes.

All eyes turned to Kael as he stepped into the drawing room. His strides were long and deliberate, each step echoing with commanding confidence.

Tall, sharp-jawed, and devastatingly handsome in a tailored dark suit that hugged his form like second skin. His expression grave, carved in stone, without a trace of warmth in his eyes. The veins along his temple and neck pulsing with the restrained fury he made no effort to hide.

He sat in the main chair, that meant for only him, and lowered himself onto it like a king returning to his throne. Against the high back, he looked every inch the ruler he was, his hands resting on the armrests, one leg crossed over the other with that signature roguish charm.

This wasn’t just a man entering into his home.

This was the Alpha returning to his territory.

And he wasn’t pleased.

Kael’s gaze swept over us, then landed coldly on the two guests.

"So, what were you saying?" He asked, as he straight looked at the arrogant woman, his tone lacked any trace of respect.

The old bitch, Meryl, visibly faltered—just a flicker in her eyes, but it was enough.

"I was just reminding them what place my daughter holds in your life, and later in this house once she is better and becomes your mate," the woman opened her shitty mouth, entirely delusional.

Lucian muttered under his breath, "Who’s gonna tell her?"

"Kael will," I replied flatly, while Roman simply gave a slow shake of his head. We all knew this bitch had sealed her fate.

Her greatest mistake? Daring to insult Kael’s brothers and that too on his face.

"And who gave you an authority to do that?" his voice calm, but cold.

"I’m Sophia’s mother," she said boldly, completely blind to the danger in front of her. "I have every right to think about her future. Don’t forget—she’s bedridden because of you. She almost died because you couldn’t control yourself."

Kael’s gaze darkened. "Seems like you’ve forgotten who you’re speaking to," he said, voice deeper now, colder. "I treated you with some consideration because of your relationship with my parents. But it looks like it’s time for a reminder."

Still, the old woman didn’t get it. "Kael, you owe us—"

"Kneel."

Kael’s voice cracked through the air like thunder—angry, cold, absolute.

The pressure in the room shifted violently. Meryl gasped, her body trembling. Within seconds, both she and Bruce were forced from the sofa, falling to their knees before him.

Their old bones buckled under the crushing force of Kael’s Alpha aura.

Even the strong Alpha’s like us, his own mate-brothers, couldn’t stand his Alpha aura, then these two were nothing more than tiny ants being crushed under his toe.

With their heads lowered, their bodies restrained, the old couple looked like prey ready to slaughter by hunter.

"You dare enter my home without my permission," Kael’s angry voice echoed once more. "And you even insult my brothers?"

A little more use of his Alpha aura and the two might just shatter under it.

"Alpha..." Bruce finally tried to speak. "There’s a misunderstanding. We didn’t mean to—"

"Indeed there’s a misunderstanding," Kael cut in. "Let me clear it up for you both, once and for all. So even your delusional, rotting brains can finally comprehend."

We held our breath, clearly in a mood to enjoy the show.

"I am not going to make your daughter my mate," Kael declared coldly. "My brothers come before anything else, and they do not accept her. So neither do I."

Damn. He finally said it.

Lucian, Roman, and I exchanged quick, satisfied glances. Time to uncork champaign bottle.

"And about sleeping with your daughter," he said with chilling calm. "As far as I know, I didn’t force her. I had lost my mind that night entirely, but she didn’t. She could have run away—yet she seemed so eager to get under me."

Meryl was unable to utter a single word.

Kael’s gaze darkened further, his next words filled with utter insult, "Perhaps she learned it from her mother—who clearly doesn’t find her hybrid husband enough, so she keeps warming the beds of other men."

Meryl gasped at the truth about her being said in front of everyone, but Kael didn’t pause.

"You really believe just carrying my child makes her worthy of becoming my mate?" He sneered darkly, "I fuck around several whores and might end up losing control into knotting them. If every one of them shows up pregnant, should I go ahead and mark them too?"

With every passing moment, his words were getting poisonous. He was comparing their daughter to the whores he fucked, and we knew well, those whores won’t survive to carry his child. But it was a good way to say it.

"Keep it in your mind. I am trying to save your daughter just because once she had carried my child, and I feel compelled to protect and care for her. But you keep acting entitled and force me, you will see me burry you two along with your daughter in the same grave."

He was Alpha of this pack. He was the rule here. He could do whatever he wanted and no one could say a word.

"What the hell is going on?" Lucian muttered in disbelief.

We weren’t any different. Roman and I were just as stunned by what Kael was saying.

We had always assumed he loved Sophia. He made her his girlfriend in the past. He even impregnated her. And every Alpha knew—you only knot the woman you want to carry your child.

But now...

Did he truly mean what he said? Or was it just his anger talking?

We could only hope—he meant every word of it.