QT: I hijacked a harem system and now I'm ruining every plot(GL) Chapter 328: Green

Chapter 329

Vivienne

Maybe I should have been an actress.

Because I don’t know how I’m managing to smile at this party, making small talk, pretending to be fine, while those girls flirt with Daphne right in front of .

She’s across the room, surrounded by a small crowd of Ogas—female Ogas, all of them young and pretty and interested. One redhead is practically hanging off her arm, laughing at sothing Daphne said, touching her shoulder, leaning in too close.

I want to drag that bitch away by her hair and throw her as far from my Alpha as possible.

My Alpha.

No.

Not my Alpha.

That’s the problem, isn’t it? She’s not mine. Not publicly. Not officially. I’m her sister-in-law, engaged to her brother, and I have no claim, no right, no justification for the jealousy burning in my chest.

So I stand here, glass of champagne in hand, smile fixed on my face, and pretend to be calm.

I try not to watch. I really do.

But my eyes betray , always drawn to her no matter where I look. The way she smiles all polite, charming, utterly unattainable. The way she carries herself like she owns every room she enters.

"I don’t even have to marry her." A voice cuts through my thoughts. Nearby. Two Ogas—a female and a male—whispering like they think no one can hear. "Just one night with her would be amazing."

"I have a better chance." The female oga preens. "She prefers female Ogas, rember?"

"Bumr." The boy pouts.

"Think I might still have a chance, though? I can feel my heat coming. And do you think it’s true that female Alphas aren’t as... you know... large as the male ones?"

"I heard so. They’re rare, so maybe the rumors are exaggerated."

Not as large?

I rember three days in a hotel room. I rember barely being able to walk afterward. I rember feeling her for days after that night.

"Whatever." The girl giggles. "Her knot would make not care at all."

I slam my glass down on the table.

The sound is sharp, sudden. Both Ogas jump, spinning to face with wide eyes.

"Lady Vivienne!" The girl’s face goes pale. "We didn’t know you were here. We’re so sorry—"

They scurry off without another word, the male oga dragging his companion away. At least they had the decency to look embarrassed.

I exhale slowly, trying to steady my racing heart.

Daphne really is stunning tonight. Across the room, she laughs at sothing—nothing that redhead said could possibly be that funny—and the sound carries, warm and rich.

I want to walk over there.

I want to kiss her in front of everyone. I want to mark her, claim her, make it clear to every Oga in this room that she’s—

"Vivienne."

Olga’s hand touches my arm, gentle but insistent.

"Join ." Her eyes are knowing, too knowing. "I’d like to introduce you to so people."

I tear my gaze away from Daphne. It takes effort,physical effort to look at Olga instead.

"Of course." My voice is steady. Good. At least the acting is working.

I take one last look across the room.

Daphne’s eyes et mine.

Just for a second. Just long enough for her to smile ,that small, private smile ant only for .

Then Olga guides away, and I’m left with the ghost of her gaze and the ache of wanting sothing I can’t have.

*

"Are you mad at , sister-in-law?"

Daphne’s voice is soft, teasing, with just a hint of genuine concern underneath.

I pretend to keep reading the book in my hands.The words blur together—sothing about politics, history, I don’t even rember why I picked it up. My heart is racing, but my face stays carefully neutral.

The bed dips slightly as she sits on the edge, her weight shifting the mattress.

"I don’t know what I did." She moves closer, and I can sll her now, that scent that haunts my dreams.

"But I’m sorry, okay?"

I still don’t respond. Just stare at the book, turning a page I haven’t read.

"Vivienne." Her hand touches mine. Gentle. Questioning. "Please look at ."

I turn a page.

"Okay, then I’m leaving." She starts to rise.

"Why?" The word rips out of before I can stop it. "To go to that redhead?"

She freezes, half-standing, staring at with genuine confusion.

"What redhead?"

"The one from the party." I slam the book down on the nightstand, finally looking at her. All the jealousy, the frustration, the want that I’ve been suppressing for hours cos rushing out.

"The one who was hanging off your arm all night. Touching you. Laughing at everything you said like you’re the funniest person alive."

Daphne blinks.

"Vivienne..."

"Don’t ’Vivienne’ ." I sit up straighter, arms crossing. "You were awfully close with her. Smiling. Leaning in. Letting her touch you."

She stares at for a long mont.

Then she laughs.

"Green is a beautiful color on you."

"I’m not jealous!" I snap, too loud, my face burning.

"Okay, okay." She raises her hands in surrender, but she’s still smiling. "You’re not jealous. My mistake."

"I was watching you all night." Her thumb traces my cheek, gentle, reverent. "Every smile. Every laugh. Every ti you looked away when our eyes t. I was counting the minutes until I could be here. With you."

I want to believe her. I do.

But the insecurity is a worm in my chest, whispering doubts.

"What about when I’m not there? When other Ogas throw themselves at you? When—"

She moves closer and kisses my forehead. Soft. Sweet. Perfect.

"There is no one else." She pulls back, eting my eyes. "There never has been. There never will be. You’re it for , Vivienne. In this life and every life after."

The words settle into my chest, warm and heavy, dissolving all my petty jealousy.

"Why won’t you kiss ?" The question cos out smaller than I intended. "Or touch ? You haven’t since that ti at the hotel."

Embarrassnt floods through . I sound needy. Desperate. Pathetic.

But Daphne doesn’t look annoyed. Her expression softens.

"For starters, you were ignoring ." Her voice is gentle. "And when you weren’t, you avoided the topic completely. I figured you regretted what happened."

I move closer, placing my hands on her neck.

"I do not regret it."