Betrothed To An Alpha? I Don't Think So!
Chapter 47: The Devil

Chapter 47: The Devil

Evelyn stopped in the foyer. She peeked around, spotting Agatha who was dusting the couch.

"Agatha," she whispered her name, calling.

Agatha straightened, turning around. She blinked in confusion. "Madam—"

"Shhh." Evelyn waved her over. "Come here."

Though she was perplexed, she walked over, regarding her with curiosity. Why was she sneaking? Who was she avoiding? The master?

"Is he home?" Evelyn asked.

"The master?"

"Yes, yes. Is he around?"

"Well...I’m not really sure. I-I didn’t check as I’ve only just stepped out a few minutes ago. But I think he is. If not—"

"It’s alright. Don’t worry about it." She smiled at her, eyes reaching towards the stairs. It was safer than the elevator.

Taking a deep breath, Evelyn tiptoed her way towards the stairs and beelined for the bedroom. She halted at the door, pressed her ear against the cold wood to listen for any sign of Zayne.

But there was none.

Even when she’d cut their conversation short earlier in the morning, he’d barraged her phone with angry texts. She was dead meat—that was for sure. And it would be nice if he weren’t around. She’d like to grab her clothes and flee to the guest room.

Blowing a deep puff of breath, she grabbed the knob and slowly turned it. The door creaked open, the sound barely heard.

She didn’t head in just yet. Rather, she slipped her head in, peaking around for any sign of—

"What are you doing?"

The frame of the man she’d been trying to avoid came into her view, enough to startle her. She staggered back, eyes narrowed.

A crooked smile cracked on her lips. "Peaco—"

"Don’t you dare," he warned, stepping fully out of the room to close the door behind him. "Why were you sneaking?"

"S-sneaking?" she asked. "I wasn’t sneaking. Why would I do that?"

Zayne groaned as he wiped his big hand down his face. "Come here." He wiggled a finger at her.

Evelyn eyed him from head to toe, probing, "Why? I don’t want to."

"Evelyn." He rolled his shoulders back, muscles rippling. "Come here."

"No."

She took a step back.

"Don’t you dare take another step," he warned. "Just come over here, we’ve got a lot to talk about."

"Yeah, we sure do have a lot to talk about. I can tell." She moved further back.

He stared at her, silent.

She gazed at him.

His eyes narrowed with thoughts behind them.

And as if she knew what he was thinking, she turned and sped off, running.

"You little shit!" Zayne chased after her, into the dining room where she proceeded to stop at the long wide table. "I don’t think you want to do this with me, Evelyn. You don’t know what I am."

"Why don’t you tell me then, Zayne?" Her lips stretched into a smirk. "Is this about your shot wound that healed way too fast? I know it’s uncanny, but it’s not enough to creep me out. Like you said, you just heal fast."

"Let’s play a guessing game then." He stood on the opposite side of the table, monitoring her movement. His palms came down on the cold glass and he blinked, brows cocking. "What do you think I am?"

Evelyn’s breath caught in her throat, pupils slightly dilated. His eyes were now golden, just like that day. The blue of them were nowhere to be seen.

Was he messing with her? And if so, how was he doing it? How did he just change the colour of his eyes?

Still, she played along, smirking. "The devil," she mouthed.

"Wrong!" And he moved, it was quick, almost catching her, but she was quicker, enough to escape him to the other side.

She couldn’t contain the laughter that broke free. "Listen, Peacock, I was the best runner during my high school days. So, catch me if you can."

They ran around the table for close to two minutes with Zayne never catching her. Even Agatha had hurried over, wondering what was going on. She paused at the sight of the two who were now watching each other calculatively with Evelyn grinning from ear to ear, clearly enjoying whatever they were doing.

"Oh, hi, Agatha," she flashed her a smile.

Zayne snapped his gaze over to the woman. "Leave," he demanded.

Agatha didn’t stall even for a second, turning and abandoning the two to themselves.

"Why are you terrorizing her?" Evelyn asked.

He glanced at her. "I wasn’t."

"You were."

"Evelyn, this is not funny!"

"Is this because of your ties?"

He pinched between his brows. "Are you really asking me that?"

She made no response.

"I went to work looking a mess because of you!"

"You have a bunch of other ties though—"

"I liked the ones you snipped!" he bit out, teeth gritted.

"Look on the bright side. This shows I do pay attention to you. I even know your favorite ties. I bet no woman you’ve ever been with doe—"

Zayne crossed the room. He was in her face in the blink of an eye, and Evelyn staggered back, tripping over her own footing. But he caught her, grabbing her by the waist and her wrist.

He yanked her against his solid frame, earning a gasp from her. She stared at him, ignoring the tightness of his hold around her wrist.

A smile curled on her lips. "What are you going to me now?"

His face hovered close to hers for a moment before he pressed his lips against her ear. "You don’t want to find out, sweetheart," he whispered.

A feeling akin to an electric shock zapped up her body and she shivered against his hold.

Zayne left her there, letting go. She was speechless, completely blushing. Her face was beet-red, her throat working up and down in a thick swallow.

He glanced at her when he stepped out through the door into the hallway. She blinked at him, still yet to speak.

It was hilarious.

Evelyn dug her teeth into her bottom lip. What was wrong with her these days? Why did she always end up like this, a dumbfounded mess at every little thing this man did?