Infuriate the Bastard

*Chapter 8*
"Whore?" I sounded offended and changed my expression into a mortified and devastated one. I even clasped my hands together as I stepped backward and sniffed, teary-eyed.
I heard his soft gasp when he saw my expression. His irritated and painful expression changed to a soft one. "Novalie..."
My eyes widened when he mentioned my name. I even had to hold my breath upon hearing of the way he mentioned my name. It was too seductive and tantalizing. It was hypnotizing my wolf and me.
He was about to reach me after he managed to stand up when I quickly moved and surprised him with an attack to punch his throat before I poked his eyes with my two fingers.
"Fuck!" he shouted, covering his eyes as he rolled down to the wooden floor and coughing.
I kicked him over so he could lay his back on the floor. I stepped harder to his other free hand that was laying pretty. "Damn it!" Frederick cussed angrily and was about to reach me using his other free hand when I used the tip of my parasol to press that hand to his chest.
I showed no mercy when I even pressed the heel of my shoe to his opened palm and to his chest. With my stoic expression, I ignored his pleas when he finally saw that I trapped him.
I was aware that his lower body was left unguarded but I could easily knock him out if he dared to kick me from behind.
"Novalie Westervelt..." Frederick grunted, glaring at me. His eyes sparked resentments in them.
Chuckling softly, I couldn't help myself hurting him more when he didn't show any signs of pain when he looked at me. It seemed like he was trying to show that what I was doing to him is not effective at all to hurt him.
"It's Novalie Argerich, you bastard. I do not use that asshole's surname and even dare to change my surname from Argerich. And... Thank you for the compliment, my dearest Frederick." I smiled sheepishly as I tilted my head, looking at him pitifully. "Did you really think I would be offended by your words? Did you think I would be insulted? Hmm?" I raised my foot from his chest and placed it hardly to his abdomen.
I found him amusing when Frederick hardened his abdomen just before my heel hit it. His reflexes were not that impressive but I think that he could do better than what he was showing.
"Well, at least I am not a damsel in distress, right? I'd rather be called a bitch, whore, slut, prostitute, or any names you want to address me. If you want, I can be a courtesan." I fluttered my eyes, tilting my head a little when Frederick shot me a glare.
"How can you easily accept them? You don't deserve to be called—"
I scoffed. "You just called me that earlier," I butt in and smirked, shaking my head. "How ironic."
Frederick remained silent. He didn't say anything but he remained looking at me. I exhaled, rolling my eyes.
In the end, I stepped back and found him uninteresting. "Do not expect from me that I will spare you this time," I said coldly and reached for the doorknob. I mind linked my servants to appear before the door of my study room which they immediately did according to my command. I looked at the four men who bowed their heads before me. "Tell the pack guards to bestow him ten lashes." I glanced at Frederick who was creasing his forehead but there was a frightening expression written on them. "Coat that whip with wolfsbane," I declared before I turned my back on him.
"Wait... Wait! Unhand me! Novalie! No—My goddess, spare me! Please! My Goddess!"
His pleas echoed through the hallway as I sauntered my way to my chamber so I could retire. I collapsed to my bed, burying my face to my pillow. I even closed my eyes when my wolf was urging me not to punish Frederick anymore.
"He is a stubborn mortal so deserves punishment like that," I said, castigating my wolf not to tolerate Frederick for acting like that.
I mustn't feel culpable for he must learn that a mere slave like him must not act on his own accord and dare not to try to hurt his master.
That is the rule.
Frederick still needed to learn the essence of being in a master and slave relationship. He needed to learn it the hard way because I splurged a hundred million gold pieces just so I could have him back home. And it was not because I found out that he was my mate that was why I must do anything to have a return on investment from it.
I took a nap and woke up feeling refreshed. My servants helped me to freshen up by taking a quick bath and wearing a house dress. I even held a hand fan as a part of the accessory.
"Where is he now?" I asked after they tended to my hair.
"He is already resting after he took a bath, my muse. And just as you instructed, we didn't help him to cure his wounds."
"Good." I nodded, looking at my reflection in the mirror. "Leave him there so he would know his lesson very well." I flattened my petticoat before I told them to halt.
Then I went out, having them follow me to the dining hall for supper. Upon arriving there, Philea and Heimon were already there. I grinned when I saw Reginald who had a grouchy behavior right now with the way he was holding the utensils right now and stabbing the steak like he wanted to kill someone.
"Oh, my. How's the tea party, Regy?" I unfolded my fan and covered my nose and my lips to hide my condescending smile.
He bestowed me a menacing glare. If only looks could kill, of course, I could be able to evade my death if the murderer was Reginald.
I folded my fan and arched my eyebrow. "You were saying, hmm?" I asked in a threatening tone, reminding him about the budgeted financial statements I made and how he ruined it.
Reginald shook his head and didn't say anything about the tea party. I went to my designated seat far across from him.
"If ever you find your mate, do tell me so I can celebrate it with you," I said as I drank the Rhone wine, savoring it along with the steak after I finished the soup. "And..." I paused. "Divorce your marriage already because having a mate is the most important person in the whole world, Regy."
He pursed his lips. His anger veins on his forehead were visible right now. I could tell that he didn't enjoy the tea party much more to say that he didn't find his mate there.
"Do not decide to make her your concubine because that will hurt her." I fluttered my eyes, looking at him so pitifully.
"You spoke as if you hadn't taken some concubines and dared to bring them here to our manor." Finally, he spoke now.
"Me? Take some concubines?" I laughed at his accusation.
"What is funny? I am speaking the truth! Those men you purchased from Marchioness Carat's brothel were the evidence!" He raised his voice and slammed the desk.
I laughed again and held my stomach. "Oh, Reginald. You never fail to make me laugh..." Then I bestowed a scornful look. "...at your stupidity." I scoffed.
Reginald squinted his eyes. "You will never stop uttering such profanity words, huh..."
"Of course. That is how I cherish my husband," I said mockingly and ate a piece of meat.
He gnashed his jaw. "Do you have any idea what those noble ladies gossip about?"
"I have no idea. Humor me." I fluttered my eyes, feigning ignorance. Although, I already had no idea what they gossiped about, I just pretended I didn't know.
Reginald slammed the dining table and stood up. "They gossiped about you bringing some male slaves to my pack and to my mansion! They even knew that you bought a new male slave that cost a hundred million pieces! Do you have any idea how I was humiliated at the House of Bouvron?! I was so humiliated they even knew about that freaking cabin! The House of Westervelt is doomed because of you! I have no face to show for another party because of your actions, Novalie!"
I didn't flinch when he tossed a wine glass to the wall earning gasps from his female servants on his side. Even Philea winced and lowered her head, frightened at their Alpha's behavior.
I was casually drinking and watched him burst out like a bubble and his nose was flaring in anger. Reginald was even clenching his hands.
If he would look at my face, probably he would see an unconcerned and lack of enthusiastic expressions.
"What are you laughing at?!" His face was like a red tomato right now when he caught me chuckling softly.
I placed my wine glass on the table and chuckled one more time. "You talk as if this is your first time encountering this matter, Reginald." I reclined to my seat, looking down on him when I placed my elbow to the arm of the chair and rested my chin on my closed fist. "We had been married for three goddamn years yet you acted like this is a matter of life and death." I playfully rolled my eyes.
There was a scornful smile expressed on my lips. His expression became unpleasant when he must have seen that he was becoming a laughing stock.
"Novalie! Stop humiliating the House of Westervelt already!" He gripped the sheet that was covering the table. I could tell that he wanted to hurt me already but he knew better that he shouldn't do that.
He wouldn't dare because I am a daughter of the Marquis of Timestone and Beta of Wall Burgundy pack, led by Duke Denzil Jansen who was also my former Alpha. My father, Nigelle Argerich, had a strong connection with Alpha King Azarius as well and most of the palace guards in the royal palace came from my former pack.
I yawned, finding this conversation boring already. "You know that there is one thing I want to achieve, Reginald." I drew out a sweet smile.
He scoffed. "No. I can't do that."
That made my blood boil when he was being stubborn like that. "Then, I will keep tarnishing your name until you grant me what I wish for." I stood up and didn't finish my meal.
"Where are you going?! I am still talking with you, Novalie! Do not leave until I say so!"
I halted when he caught my arm and gripped it tightly. "There is nothing we can converse with anymore, Reginald. I have already decided to tarnish your name so there is nothing for you to do. You cannot even stop me." I turned around. "Unhand me now before we will end up killing each other here," I said in a sweet, threatening tone.
Reginald growled as his ocean blue eyes glowed in annoyance before he released my arm. His eyes met my icy glare when I used my handkerchief to wipe where he touched him. "Tsk. I do not like being handled by a filthy man," I retorted in a dispassionate tone.
He let out a mocking huff. "You must tell that to yourself because you are being surrounded by those filthy men back in the cabin you built just for them."
"Aww... Is it?" I sounded like I was offended by his words. "At least, they know how to pleasure me unlike the man I knew who can't even find where my clit is. He is someone who doesn't know what is the difference between harder and faster. He can't even make me wet." I placed my hand on top of my chest, acting troubled by it. "I am feeling distressed when he asks me to sleep with him and can't even make me cum." I shook my head, expressing how disappointed I was at Reginald. "Tell me. Are you really a man, Reginald?"
I didn't falter when Reginald suddenly seized my arm. He looked upset right now.
"Quit provoking me, Novalie. Do you have any idea that my patience is going thin if you keep acting like that?" He dragged me closer to his face. I didn't show any emotion when he was trying to intimidate me by excreting his Alpha aura and looking straight into my eyes. "I am so close to strangling you. You may know how to fight and may be the winner if this is a battle between us but if my thin line of patience is broken, you wouldn't like what I am going to do with you and with the way you are acting. I cannot allow you to keep on tarnishing my name and I could kill you in an instant."
I stayed silent and stared back at his eyes. He must have thought that he intimidated me because I didn't say anything. He had no idea that I already had plans to get away from his hold.
It was time to say farewell to his precious crotch.
"Novalie! What the fuck is wrong with you?!"
I smirked seeing the same state when Frederick fell and rolled down to the floor. The difference was I did not knee his crotch unlike what I did to Reginald. I only poked Frederick's eyes and punched his throat to make him cough.
I turned my back on him as one of my male servants waited for me when I was in the stairway. I accepted his hand when he offered his hand to me. Before I could march upstairs, I turned at Reginald who was being surrounded by his female servants as he was rolling and handling his crotch, howling in pain to the floor.
I laughed my heart out seeing his miserable state before my laugh slowly dissipated and watched him in agony. It was so lovely to see him in that kind of state. This wasn’t even the first time I had done this so many times at him.
I was expecting that he would be able to block my typical action to defend myself from him but I just ended up disappointed. How could I expect more from Reginald when he couldn’t meet my expectations in bed?
He was the pathetic, useless man I ever met.
"Next time, Reginald, do not touch me inappropriately without my permission. You have been with me for three unpleasant years yet you still didn't know me." I scoffed bitterly. "Know who you are dealing with next time and distance yourself away from me. I am utterly disgusted by your presence. My wolf and I can't stand you and your stench smell." I changed my face into a sour one to show him how disgusted I was.
Reginald just glared at me and couldn't even utter a word.