Page 39 of The Possessive Alpha’s Reborn Luna

"Cedric! You never cared about her!" Caspar's fist connected with my jaw. "All you do is hurt her!"

He'd dropped the "Your Majesty." He'd actually hit back.

We crashed together, fists flying, furniture toppling. Heavy breathing and impact filled the room.

"Stop! Both of you, stop!" Alice's panicked voice cut through the chaos.

Neither of us stopped. My fists kept coming, each one meant to destroy.

"Cedric! Caspar! Please stop!" Alice tried desperately to pull us apart, but she was too small.

I threw another punch.

Then Alice rushed between us, blocking Caspar. My fist stopped inches from her face.

Time froze. I stared at her, chest heaving, fist suspended in midair.

If I hadn't stopped. If I'd actually hit her... Terror flooded through me. My hand started shaking.

But jealousy came next, burning through what little control I had left. She'd thrown herself in front of Caspar. She'd chosen to protect him again. She'd risk getting hit by me just to shield him!

"Alice, move!" My voice came out hoarse.

"No." She looked up at me without flinching. "Cedric, enough! Why are you doing this?"

"Enough?" I laughed coldly, lowering my fist. "Alice, get your head straight! You're the one getting cozy with another man! And now you're defending him!"

"We didn't do anything!" she shot back. "Cedric, stop jumping to conclusions!"

"Jumping to conclusions?" I pointed at Caspar. "I saw it with my own eyes! He was touching your head! You looked so happy!"

"Your Majesty," Caspar spoke up, voice low. "This is my fault. Punish me if you must, but don't take it out on the queen."

"Caspar! We did nothing wrong—you're not at fault!" Alice turned to him.

"I'll accept any punishment," Caspar continued, looking at me. "Just don't hurt her anymore."

I glared at him, fists clenching tighter. Caspar actually said that! Like I was some unreasonable jealous husband throwing a tantrum!

"Caspar," Alice took a breath, then said to him, "leave us."

"But you—" He looked at her with worry.

"This is between him and me," she cut him off. "I'll handle it."

Caspar glanced between us. Blood still dripped from his wounds.

"Your Majesty," he said, looking at me. "The queen and I have nothing between us. We're friends. Friends since childhood."

He gave Alice one last worried look, then left.

The door closed. Just the two of us remained.

"What do you want?" Alice spoke first, voice cold as ice.

I stared into her eyes—only coldness stared back. Like someone had dumped freezing water over me, freezing all my rage solid.

"I came to tell you I'm leaving for the border tomorrow." I moved closer, voice raw. "Didn't expect to find you cozy with another man!"