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đHOT! HOT!Do not read in publicďźđ | My husband and mate, Elijah, is the Alpha of one of the most powerful packs in Fenrisa, the Iron Claw Pack. I am his wife and his mate. One would think that due to being fated, our relationship would be a good one. But thatâs far from the truth. The truth is, I am his second chance mate. âVerena, I want to reject our bond and get separated,â Elijahâs voice doesn't hold an ounce of emotion as he sits across from me in the dim living room. I'd been waiting for him to celebrate our third wedding anniversary together. But when he arrived, there was this coldness about him. I figured he was just tired from work, but then he asked me to sit down and dropped a bombshell on me. "Why?" I blink in disbelief. He must be joking, right? But the intensity of his gaze chips away at my doubt, replacing it with a growing sense of worry. I know the reason. The one I've feared the most for so long. His mate has returned to the pack. Elijahâs first mate had left him just before the mating ceremony. The reason was unknown, but everyone assumed that she didnât want a relationship with her mate and loved someone else. On the same day of their separation, Elijah found me and realized that I am his second chance mate. Second chance mates are rare, and it can be called a miracle that the Goddess gives Elijah a second chance in love by mating us. He hasnât rejected his first mate, but one can find a second mate irrespective of rejecting their first mate. It's complicated and goes against the laws of the mate bond. Yet it's a blessing to the ones whose first mate dies or leaves them. Elijah sighs, âYou know about Nixie. She wants to be back with me.â I clench my fist. âAnd you want to get back with her?â My lips quiver, and I struggle to stop my body from trembling, but it's futile. Despite being Elijahâs second chance, heâs my first. My first mate, the only love of my life. No matter who your second chance is, the bond with the first mate is stronger, like the first love that you canât move on from. Elijah feels the same towards Nixie, I know, but can I simply accept it? His face remains aloof, âNixie needs me, Verena. She is my mate and my wolf needs her.â His first mate returned a week ago, claiming that she was kidnapped by our enemy pack and taken hostage for three years. The pack that captured her was destroyed due to a pack war, and the hostages were released. Thatâs how Nixie escaped and returned to our pack. "I canât have two mates at the same time. Having you both is putting a lot of pressure and weakening my wolf. Over time, itâll get worse. So, Iâll have to reject one," he adds in a calm voice, while a storm is rising in my chest. "And you choose her," I reply, tears brimming in my eyes. I knew that Elijah hadnât moved on from his first mate when I entered his life. But I had believed that I could heal him and show him that I can love him more. I did everything in my power to make him happy when we got married. Yet, sheâs the one he chooses. What about us? The relationship we built for all these years, does it mean nothing to him? When I walked into his life, he was emotionally unavailable and rude to me. But I stayed patient and he gradually started to warm up to me. Since then we had worked together on everything and he promised to stay beside me forever. I know that I wonât be able to bear him a healthy child because I did not shift after I turned eighteen and it's been five years since I have been wolf-less. But I felt the mate bond when I saw Elijah at the Mating Ball. He also agreed to marry me because his pack needed a Luna and it was better to have a second chance mate than have no mate at all. âYou said you'd never leave me. You promised me,â I remind him. âHow can you break it because of someone who left you years ago?â His icy presence sends a chill through the room. "Rena, watch your words. Remember who you're speaking to," he warns, his tone sharp like a blade. "And do you expect me to overlook the fact that you intentionally drove Nixie away because you wanted to be with me?" My brows raise, âWhat are you talking about?â He stands from the couch, âYou think I donât know? Nixie returned to this pack just one year after our marriage and wanted to meet me. But you met her first and threatened her to not come close to me and disappear from the pack.â A shadow falls on his chiseled face, making him look deadly and dangerous. I have always admired his ruthless side, especially when he makes sure to punish anyone who tries to hurt me. But today, heâs giving me this look as if heâs disgusted by me. âBecause of you, Nixie could not contact me and tell me what happened to her. I couldnât be there for her when she needed me. Just because of you.â He accuses me, and I feel like I have been stabbed in the chest. âI did not!â I say and he tilts his head as if he did not expect that response from me. As much as I want Elijah all to myself, I know that he feels empty without Nixie. So I would have accepted them being together, just for the sake of Elijahâs happiness. He raises a brow, âSo you are not going to admit it?â âAdmit what? I have no idea what you are talking about.â I protest. "Fine, I'll call him then," Elijah's obsidian eyes glaze over as he connects through the mind-link. Seconds later, the door swings open and Joshua walks inside. âWhatâs the matter?â He asks as he looks at both of us. He is Elijahâs Beta. âRena denies that she had not tried to kick Nixie out of the pack when she returned two years ago. Is that true?â I look at Joshua expectantly. He will tell Elijah the truth. I relax a little, waiting for the truth to come out. But why do I have this bad feeling? âNo, I saw her two years ago with the Luna,â Joshua replies calmly, with a subtle smile on his face. âThe Luna did threaten her and tell her to leave the pack.â What?! âJoshua, what the hell are you saying?! I didn't even meet Nixie!â I rise from my seat in shock and look at him in disbelief. âKeep your voice low, Rena. Joshua is saying what he saw and I am surprised that you believed heâd lie for you. After all, heâs the one who showed me pictures of your encounter with my mate.â Elijah throws the pictures on the table and it feels like someone has pulled the rug off my feet. These are from a different time. They are manipulated. I look at the Beta who gives me a smirk. He betrayed me. I thought we were good friends but⌠My shoulders slump as I look at the floor. This canât be happening. âDo you have any evidence that the Beta is lying?â Elijah asks. I donât have an answer. My head spins, trying to process everything that has happened. âNo,â I whisper. If I had known that heâll betray me like this, I would have been more cautious. But why would he do this? For a few minutes, silence hangs heavy in the air until Elijah gently grasps my chin, coaxing me to meet his gaze. His inky black hair falls messily across his face, reminding me of its softness when I touched it before. âIt's over, Rena. You knew how much I loved Nixie, yet you pushed her away from me. Then you pretended to love me when all you wanted was the power and wealth that comes with being my wife. I canât let any of this slip away.â he says, his voice gentle but deep and chilling. Pretend to love him? After all these years, he thinks it was an act. I know I donât have any evidence to prove my innocence, but wonât he try to believe me for once? I canât help but wonder if he would have believed Nixie if she was in my shoes. He would have probably forgiven her, because mates tend to be possessive of their partners. But he wonât treat me like that, because according to him, I am just his second chance. I am nothing compared to his first true mate, his first love. Tears glisten in my eyes as pain grips my heart. "Elijah, I mean it. I don't care about the position. I just want you." He growls, baring his canines and his eyes flash, âI had enough. You should be grateful that I am not imprisoning you for doing something like this. So if you donât want to live in the cells, I advise you to accept the divorce and the rejection.â He lets go of my chin and retrieves the divorce agreement. He slaps it onto the coffee table, making me flinch. "Sign it.â I stare at the papers with a bleeding heart. All the good memories I had with him flash in my head. What did all of those moments mean? Was it a lie when he said that I make him smile? That I am special to him? That our bond is no lesser than a first mate bond? I slowly bend forward, and grab the pen. I sign the paper while holding back my tears.âHere, it's done,â I whisper while holding the divorce agreement. For a brief moment, the iciness in his gaze melts, replaced by shock and hurt. But he swiftly regains his composure and accepts the paper from me. A sad smile curves my lips. So he would have gotten separated from me anyway. It did not matter what I did, he just needed a reason to reject me and have his mate back. âWhen is the rejection ceremony going to take place?â I ask while looking down at my trembling arms. If I see his face, Iâm afraid Iâll break down completely. âTomorrow. I expect you to be present at the training ground at eight in the morning. Once the rejection is over, you can stay at the packhouse. Though Iâd prefer if you donât come close to my mate. I donât want you to cause a scene.â he replied and it hurts how he calls Nixie âmy mateâ. I rise from my seat and turn around, âDonât worry, you wonât find me anywhere near you or Nixie after the rejection is over. Thatâll be my gift to you. Happy Marriage Anniversary, Alpha Elijah.â Chapter 2 : Her, Nixie Verena It's alright. Things will get better. Elijah will change his mind, after all he loves meâ- My trembling hand freezes halfway as I reach for the plate on the dining table. Tear droplets splatter on the polished darkwood, and the sight of our signatures on the divorce agreement brings me crashing back to reality. We're divorced, and tomorrow he will reject me. Not being able to pretend anymore, I break down into sobs. My fingers curl on the edge of the table while I look at the hardwood floor with tears streaming down my eyes. He really divorced me. My relationship with Elijah hasnât been a bed of roses. When we married, he was cold and distant. But I started to witness the softer, emotional side of him that he tried to hide from the rest of the world. I made his pain my own, and tried my best to keep him happy. He was gradually warming up to me. But then Nixie returned and he pushed me away like those years of our relationship meant nothing to him. My chest squeezes painfully at the thought of it. I just canât accept that he doesn't want me anymore. But the untouched food on the table, and the red velvet cake with Happy Third Marriage Anniversary written on it is a reminder that it's true. It took me almost four hours to bake this cake, in high hopes of seeing a smile on Elijahâs face when he returns. âAre you finished with your nonsense?â Maya, my maidâs voice, draws my attention to the door. She stands there with an annoyed expression, gesturing towards the wall. âUnlike you, I actually have work to do, like cleaning up this mess.â I wipe my face, and take a step back, âYes, go ahead.â My voice sounds dry. Maya rolls her eyes, her lips curl in disapproval as she walks over and eyes the table. âSuch a headache,â she mutters while shaking her head. Despite being Luna, I am not liked in the packhouse. It's because I am an orphan who did not shift. Even an omega has a wolf, so it makes me appear way beneath in rank. So the people donât approve of me as their Queen. Someone without a wolf canât lead a pack of wolves. Thatâs what I have always been told. I have learned to live with it because that is how I have always been treated. And forcing people to like me through fear of my position goes beyond my values, so I try to make up for my weakness by putting my best efforts. But Elijah has punished anyone who has tried to misbehave with me, always taking my side when things went down. He was very protective of me. Was. I wonder if he believes now Nixie will be a better Luna than me because of having a wolf. She comes from a family of Gammas, so she has a strong wolf and anyone will choose her over me. Rip! My body jolts at the sudden sound of something being torn off, and I notice Maya ruthlessly tearing the fairy lights and red balloons off the wall behind the table. With each delicate adornment being stripped away, I feel a prick in my chest. My friends Dory and Drake helped me set up the decorations last night, and we were so proud of it. Maya does not hold back on the food either, and I flinch at the way she just dumps the cake into the dustbin. I feel like that cake, dumped into trash. My head feels dizzy at the overwhelming emotions. I need a shower. I walk out of the dining hall, and my legs feel heavy for some reason. Now that I think about it, I've been feeling quite sick since this morning. My throat itches, I feel nauseous, and I've been unusually tired lately. Maybe it's because of Elijah. Not paying any attention to my surroundings, my hand subconsciously reaches to open the door to the bedroom. But the moment the door swings back, a pleasant musky scent hits my nose. Thereâs another scent with it that makes my nose crinkle. My body freezes in place when I notice Elijah sitting on the bed. With Nixie on his lap. With brown hair that brushes her shoulders in curls and a floral print mini skirt riding up her slender, milky white thighs, Nixie looks like any manâs wet dream. Compared to her, I look basic in my plain blue dress and straight midnight blue hair. They seem to be having a moment as her arms are wrapped around his neck, while his hand is on her slim waist. Elijah notices my presence, âRena,â he takes my name with his deep, velvety voice that tugs at my heart and lets go of Nixieâs waist. Nixie gets off his lap and stands beside him, fixing her skirt. âOh my Goddess, Rena. I-I didnât know you would be coming,â her pale skin turns red as if sheâs embarrassed. Even when I donât have a wolf, I can still feel the sting of their intimacy. My heart pounds painfully in my chest. âRena, why are you here?â Elijah asks, staring at me with his cold obsidian eyes. I canât tell what he is thinking. Chapter 3 : He, with Her Verena âIâŚumâŚâ the words feel stuck in my throat. My legs feel weak. I canât believe he started to get so intimate with her after a few hours of our divorce. If heâs this affectionate with her, then it means that he has already moved on. Though maybe he did not need to move on in the first place. âRena?â He takes my name again, and I regain my composure. I need to get a hold on myself. Heâs no longer my husband, and soon heâll reject me from the mate bond. So I shouldnât be feeling anything. âDid I interrupt something?â I ask, my gaze sliding to Nixie who stares at me with her big doe green eyes. Anyone would fall for the innocence those eyes portray, but I can see the malice behind it. Elijah narrows his gaze, and places a hand over his mouth. He does that when heâs curious, and annoyed. âYou did,â he replies sharply, and I'm struck by his words. âIââ âRena, you should remember that you need to ask for the Alphaâs permission before entering his room.â My lips part in shock, and my brows lift. âWhat?â âYou heard me. Still, Iâd let this go because we arenât officially rejected and you are my mate.â His voice puts me in an icy chokehold. Just a few hours, and our relationship has completely changed. Where is the man who waited for me every single night in bed to fall asleep together? Who is he? âWow, I did not know that it was your room now, Alpha. The same room we shared for three years,â I retort, crossing my arms. My eyes flit to the bed where he was sitting with Nixie on his lap. His jaw clenches at my words. âWe are divorced now. So isnât it obvious that we wonât be sharing the same room anymore?â He tilts his head, gauging my reaction. I smirk, âSure. I mean, you wonât like me barging into your âroomâ while you spend some quality time with your mate,â I emphasize the last word and my gaze shifts to Nixie. âRena, before you say something to insult Nixie, Iâll warn you. I have been lenient with you, but I wonât this time. So choose your words wisely.â He speaks in a low, commanding voice, reminding me of whoâs in charge. His words crush my soul. It's as if I am the problem in his life. âElijah, it's alright,â Nixie moves closer to him, and slides her hand over his shoulder. âI can understand that sheâs hurt so I am fine with it.â A growl leaves my lips as I stare at her hand placement. Elijah raises a brow, and I realize what I have done. Heâs still my mate, and it's not easy for me to watch someone else touch him, even if that person is his first mate. âIâI am sorry if I made you upset, Rena,â Nixie looks at me with quivering lips, âBut you have to understand that I love him and canât stay away from him.â Tears fill her eyes, and she starts to sob. âNixie, donât cry. It's not your fault,â Elijah gets up, and wraps an arm around her. My insides scream at that sight, but I donât let a word out of my mouth. I silently watch him comfort her when I am the one in need of comfort. âRena and I have come to a mutual agreement, so it's our decision.â I scowl. It was never my decision to get separated from him. Elijah looks at me with a pointed look, âYou did not tell me why you are here.â His voice is gentle as always, but I can tell that he does not want me here. He feels that I will sabotage his relationship with Nixie. My jaw trembles, âIt's nothing. I am sorry for interrupting whatever you both were doing,â I storm out of the door while the tears trickle down my eyes. The paintings and furniture on the hallway start to look unfamiliar as I rush past them. Why? Why do I have to go through this? My head starts to throb, and I stop in my steps. I feel dizzy. The nausea grows, crawling up my chest and through my blurry vision, I see two figures on the other side of the hall. They look concerned as they walk towards me. âLuna, are you alright?â I recognize the voice. It's Dory, âYou look no wellââ I donât hear the rest of her sentence as the air shifts, and I grace the floor. Shadows dance in my vision before everything turns dark. Beep. Beep. My eyes flutter open on hearing a sound, and I find myself in a hospital bed. A dull ache throbs in my head. âSheâs awake,â I feel Doryâs warm hand on my back as I slowly get up. She helps me sit. âThank Goddess!â Drake exclaims as he stands beside her. They are twins, and work for me in the pack. I groan, feeling the same throbbing sensation. âI passed out?â âYeah. We brought you to the hospital as soon as possible. Are you okay now?â Drake asks. I nod, âYeah.â The door opens, and a woman walks in wearing a white coat and holding a clipboard. "Oh, you're awake. That's good," she says with a smile as she approaches me. My gaze falls onto the tag on her coat. Dr. Shalini, Senior Gynaecologist. âIs it an infection?â I ask. Her smile widens, âNo, Luna. I have good news for you. I hope that the Alpha throws us a party after this.â she says and my frown deepens. My gaze shifts to Drake and Dory. Drake shrugs while Dory shakes her head. âI donât understand,â I say. âCongratulations, my Luna. You are going to be a mother.â she replies. Chapter 4 : A Baby? Verena The world seems to stop as I hear what she said. I amâŚcarrying a baby now? âWhat?â I gasp. The woman nods, her eyes glinting with excitement. âYes, Luna. I ran a USG scan, and it shows the pregnancy.â Dory shrieks, âOh my Goddess! That's wonderful news.â She grins at me, and hugs Drake, who is taken aback by her sisterâs excitement. The doctor looks at my confused expression and asks, âIs everything alright?â I stare at my lap. How can I be? Drake senses my confusion and turns to the doctor, âCan we have some time alone with her? Weâll call you if we need anything. Thank you for the news, doc.â âUm, alright,â she says hesitantly, giving me one last glance before walking out of the room. Dory senses the change in mood and asks me, âWhatâs wrong, Luna?â âI think I understand why she is confused,â Drake answers, and Dory looks at him. âWe all know that Luna does not have a wolf.â Doryâs brows shoot up in realization. âOh my, thatâs right. Then, how?â She looks at me, the colors of excitement on her face completely gone. A she-wolf who did not shift canât bear another male wolfâs child, let alone that of an Alphaâs child. Our genetics act like one of a normal human, and we are not compatible with carrying a shifterâs child. So how can I having a baby? âWe should get the report checked or tell them to run another test on you. The report can be wrong,â Drake says in a calm voice. He is always calm in these situations and looks at every problem through a logical perspective. As advised by Drake, I undergo another USG scan to confirm if the report is accurate or not. Dory insists that I get some rest, so I return to the packhouse after the test is over. She promises to bring me the test report, so I anxiously wait for her in one of my spare rooms. When the second test report arrives, my eyes stay glued to the report file, my hands trembling. Test resultâpositive. Sweet tears blur my vision. I canât believe this. âIt's really true, Luna. You are with child,â Dory remarks with a huge smile plastered on her face. My hand reaches to my belly. There is a life growing inside me. When I had not shifted after my 18th birthday, I had lost all hope of conceiving. Elijah was unhappy about my barren state, and it was another reason for him to act cold towards me in the initial stages of our marriage. An Alpha needs an heir, and I was incapable of providing one. âBut how is this possible? I never shifted,â I mutter. âI have a theory in my mind,â Dory replies as she stands before me with her hands crossed. I look up from the file, and a thoughtful look darkens her eyes, âThere have been a few cases where the shifter did not transform at the right age because their wolf was still in a developmental phase.â I raise a brow, âDevelopmental phase?â She hums, âMost wolves start to develop in our bodies from the time of our birth. The average age for any healthy transformation is from eighteen to nineteen. Usually, after that time, no shifter ever transforms, meaning their wolf could not grow properly because of the lack of strength in the personâs body. But there was this one case study in the Moonlight Pack where the Alpha got his wolf at the age of twenty-six. Rumor has it that his predecessors also got their wolves late.â âSo it's in the bloodline?â I ask, rubbing my belly, âIsnât the Moonlight Pack Alpha a powerful one who has magical powers?â She nods, âThatâs what everyone says. But recently, no one has seen the Alpha around, and some say that it's just baseless rumors. If he truly had magical powers, then he would have shown them, but thereâs no incident as such. Heâs been a mystery for the last ten years.â I hum in agreement. It's hard to tell what my condition is, but I donât care. If Elijah learns about this, I am sure heâll annul the divorce. He canât reject me after knowing that I have his baby. It will put the childâs life at risk. I need to tell him. He has to change his mind after this. He canât get separated from me if he knows that I am carrying his future heir. I get up from the bed and tell Dory, âIâll show this to the Alpha.â Not wasting another second, I am rushing out of the guestroom. Thank Selene! She has blessed me with a child. She believes that Elijah and I are meant to be together. A smile curves my lips. The moment I reach his office, I knock the door twice with my knuckles while excitement bubbles through me. I hear his deep voice through the door, âCome in.â I step in, feeling a little nervous as I find him sitting on his office chair, wearing his blue-light glasses with a white rim. They frame his obsidian eyes that scrutinize me. He looks so handsome in them. But then my gaze falls on Nixie, whose arm rests on his shoulder. She is way too close to him, and frowns when she notices me. It's not hard to see the malicious look in her eyes. Once I settle things with Elijah, Iâll make sure she never gets a chance to come close to him. âWhat brings you here, Rena?â Elijah asks, shifting his gaze to his computer screen. I am about to respond when he says, âI hope it's not ânothingâ like last time. You should know that I am a busy person, and my time has value." He speaks in a frosty demeanor that reminds me of winter. âI am carrying your baby, Elijah,â I say, hoping that the news will shock him. He has always been looking forward to having an heir. Now his wish has come true. Chapter 5: Will He Be Back? Verena His gaze lifts from the display screen and darkens with disappointment, âIs this your new trick to get me back?â he retorts, and the corner of Nixieâs lips curls into a smirk. I blink in confusion. Trick? âWhyâwhy would I trick you with something like this?â His jaw clenches, and the air turns cold with his icy gaze, âYou tell me, Rena. You want me to believe that without having a wolf, you can carry the child of an Alpha?â I flinch at his words. I am not proud of my condition. But it's out of my control. âI know it's hard to believe. I did not believe it either. Thatâs why I ran two tests to confirm the report. I am really carrying a baby.â I take a step towards his desk and hand him the file. He flips through it, his eyes going over the report. Nixie leans in to also check, and her face turns pale. It makes me a little happy. This child will be the one to save our relationship and this pack. âI get it now,â he says, staring at the table in thought, and I breathe in relief. âYou went to Shadow Den after the divorce for this reason. To create a fake pregnancy report.â He adds, and suddenly it feels like I have been punched in the gut. âWhat?! What are you talking about?â I ask, my eyes wide in horror. Shadow Den is a shady place at the borders of the pack where all kinds of illegal activities take place, including creating fake documents. A dignified lady will never step into that place because it reeks of crime and rogue trafficking. âI told my men to keep an eye on you, and they reported that you went to Shadow Den. At first, I couldnât believe it and punished them for lying to me. But now it seems that they were telling me the truth.â The look Elijah gives me completely shatters my soul. It feels like the respect he had for me is broken now. I shake my head frantically, âNo! I did not go there, Elijah. Please trust me!â He scoffs, his eyes swirling with hurt. âHow can I trust you when you are doing things behind my back? You know how much I have desired a child. It pains me to think you have gone this far.â âThatâs not true. I will never do something like this, you know that,â The corner of my eyes prick. How can he believe that I will fake childbirth? âI can prove myself this time. Call the hospital and ask if I had done a test there or not.â I raise my voice, holding my ground as much as I can. Elijah dials the number on his phone. He puts it on the loudspeaker and places it on the desk for me to hear. With each ring, my heart beats with anticipation. This has to work. The clinic keeps records of their patients. âLarsen's Clinic speaking. How may I help you, Alpha?â The female receptionistâs voice comes from the receiving end. Elijah places his hands on the desk and asks, âIs there any record of my wife Verena Donovan getting a USG test done today at your clinic?â âGive me a second please, Alpha,â the receptionist answers politely. Patient records are confidential, but since it's the Alpha asking for information, the hospital has to obey his orders. I fidget, waiting for her to confirm it. Each second feels like an hour, making me grow nervous. Her voice finally comes through, âThereâs no record of her checking in our clinic today, Alpha.â My heart drops, and for a second I forget how to breathe. No, this canât be possible. I was there. They saw me. Then, why? Elijah hangs up the phone. Nixieâs eyes glint with victory as she stares at me. The walls around the office feel like they are closing in on me. Why did the clinic lie? Is someone else behind this? My gaze shifts to Nixie, who has a smug look on her face. It is strange how she has been so silent and did not try to stop me from showing the reports. He sighs and takes off his glasses. âRena, look. Your excuses are not going to work on me. This rejection is going to happen because as an Alpha, I have to be with my rightful mate.â He rises from the chair and approaches me. Standing close to me, he adds âAnd I am letting you stay here. I wonât banish you from the pack, so you donât have to use these cheap tricks.â Cheap tricks? My hand goes to my belly. The man I have spent my life with for three years did not try to believe me for once. This proves that he never trusted me in all these years, and I thought that we had a good relationshipâone that was built out of mutual love and respect. It was all in my head. âThis is the extent of my kindness, Rena,â Elijah adds, âDonât test my patience any further.â I donât need his kindness. The only thing I wanted from him was to take my side, to have faith in me. But he pushed it all away. I decide to leave silently and walk towards the door. When I grab the handle with my shaking hand, his voice stops me. âRena.â I look over my shoulder and find him staring at me. There is something in his gaze. âI hope you remember the time of the rejection ceremony tomorrow. Donât try to bail on me because then Iâll have to force you to join me at the training grounds.â My chest tightens at the lack of empathy in his voice. âI wonât,â I hold back the tears that threaten to fall by clenching the doorknob tightly. He wants to get rid of me so badly. But I am worried about my child. I can only pray to have the strength to protect my baby from his rejection. Chapter 6 : Loveâs Not Enough Verena âSo, when is the Alpha throwing us a party?â Dory asks as she walks into my room with a cheerful smile. She does not know. The only thing she knows is that I went to Elijah to tell him the good news. âYou definitely have to tell me the names you are deciding on, especially if it's a girl. I donât want our princess to have a terrible name like mine. Also Iââ âWe are going to have a rejection ceremony today,â I say with a grim expression. Dory blinks a few times, âWhat? Thatâs such a bad joke.â My lips curve in a sad smile while I sit on the armchair, âIt's not.â The girlâs smile drops, âNo, thatâs not possible.â My gaze dips to the jar sheâs holding in her hand, âDid you bring the herbs I asked you to?â Her brows pucker, âYeah, I did. But the herbs you asked for are used to protect an unborn from any strong supernatural forces. Why would you ask for something likeââ her lips stop moving as her eyes light up with realization. There are certain herbs that protect an unborn child in the womb of a mother who gets rejected from her mate. I told her to bring one of those so that no harm comes to my baby. She stays still for a few seconds, âWhat? Iâ Are you really getting rejected?â I answer her with my silence. She stands still, as if processing everything. âThe Alpha...heâs behind this, isnât he?â she grits her teeth. âI should have known it. Something felt off about you staying in this room, and looking so pale.â She clenches her fist. I slowly rise from my armchair, âDory, calm down.â âNo for this case!â she slams the jar into the bedside, and stomps out of the room. Crap! I run up to her. Sheâs going to argue with Elijah. Stepping out of the room, I get hold of her wrist, and stop her, âStop! Donât do it.â She whips her head at me, rage burning like coal in her eyes, âLuna, I respect you. But I canât accept this. How can he do this to you? Iâll go and knock some sense into him!â âNo, no, no.â I pull her back. She is acting like a dog who has gone feral, and needs to be kept on a leash. Most of the time she is calm and rational. But when it comes to the people she cares for, she becomes hot-headed and does something regretful. If she talks back to Elijah, she can be put into the cells or even banished. âCalm down. This decision is mutual,â I say, and she freezes. She turns to me with a face as if lightning has struck her. âWhat about the child? How can you get separated when the future heir of this pack is growing inside you?â She points at my belly and I place my palm on it. Despite what the clinic said, I believe that a life is growing inside me. I can feel it in my bones. But I donât want to tell Dory everything. She does not need to be involved in my problems. "It's because of the new girl who joined the pack, isnât it?â Dory asks suddenly, and I jerk my head up at her, my heart skipping a beat. I did not expect her to catch on to it so quickly. She notices my face, âYou donât need to worry about her, Luna. Iâll teach her a lesson that sheâll run out of the borders of this pack and never look back,â she says with determination. I sigh. This girl has no sense of danger. âYouâll do nothing like that. Promise me.â She frowns, âButââ âI said what I said. Donât argue with your Luna,â I will be ex-Luna soon but there is time left for the rejection ceremony. So I will use my authority to make sure Dory does not put herself in danger. Her shoulders sag, and she reluctantly nods. âBut why are you not doing anything? Will you let another girl just take everything from you?â Her words prick me. I did try, but when Elijah wants me to step out of his life, then there is nothing I can do. Even our child could not save our relationship because he does not even believe in its existence. âIt's pointless. Also, it's better to end things. Our marriage was like an agreement and since he has no use for me now, the agreement has ended.â It was a mistake. If I had known that I would be treated like this after the return of his fated mate, I would have never agreed to this marriage. Second chance mates after all areâŚsecond choice, not first. âBut LunaâŚâ She steps closer to me, her brown eyes staring at me, âYou love him, more than your own life. I know you.â Her words squeeze my chest tightly and warm tears cover my vision. She has seen how much dedicated I have been to Elijah. I blink to push my tears back, and amidst the silence of the gloomy morning my words come out like a sad symphony, âMy love is not enough.â A tear slips down my left eye. Dory's eyes glisten with pain as she wraps her arms around me in a gentle embrace. The warmth of her act stirs something inside me, and I break down into sobs. Now that she's here, I realize how much I needed someone's presence to share my sorrow. With no parents or many friends whom I can trust to open up to, given my focus on work and Elijah, her presence feels like a cool shade after hours of walking in scorching heat. "I am so sorry this is happening to you. If the Alpha can't see how much you have sacrificed for him, then he does not deserve you!" she cries, and I hug her tighter. It brings me some relief knowing that there's someone for me. "Don't worry sweetheart, it's okay. I can make it." I pat Dory on the back. "Later I'll go to Elijah's room and get my stuff back, they must not want to see me in this house, and neither do I.â Chapter 7: Shattered Expectations An hour later, I step inside Elijahâs bedroom to get all my stuff. The walls of the room make me suffocated as it reminds me of the times we have spent here. Brushing those thoughts away, I focus on my task at hand. There is no point in staying in this packhouse so Iâll pack my things and leave. The money I have saved from my stock investments will get me to stay for six months in a five-star hotel. I will use that time to find a job. Since I have always been focused on my duties as the Luna of this pack, I never got the time to pursue anything else, especially my dream to open a bakery. Now that I no longer have any duties towards the pack, I can focus on my dream and have a bakery shop of my own. Feeling a little energetic from the idea, I start to pull out all my accessories from the drawer when my eyes fall on a photo frame. Bright blue sky, palm trees and sand fill the background before which stands a couple smiling at me. The ladyâs cheeks are pink, and the shine in her eyes is unavoidable as her man has his arm wrapped around her waist. âHaha! You canât catch me!â I scream as I run across the sand, the warmth of the sun on my skin, and the cool breeze tangling my hair. Elijah has a challenging look on his face as he chases me, but thereâs a subtle smile on his handsome sun-kissed face. Before I know it, his strong arms grab me from behind, âLooks like I won,â I gasp as he gently lifts me off my feet, my heart fluttering in my chest. With a playful smile, he swings me around. Our laughter mixes and rings in the air, the world fading away as we get lost into the moment. My hand trembles as I run my palm over the picture in the photo frame. Those were some of our best moments, filled with joy and sweetness. Our relationship wasnât one of love, but he was slowly warming up to me. "Oh, looks like there is a thief in here," Nixie's voice startles me as I find her standing inside the room. "How dare you try to steal my things?" she accuses me with her arms crossed. I look at the clothes that I am holding. "These are my things." She scoffs, "No more. Whatever you had before, it all belongs to me now. Including Elijah." Her words cut deep, and she smiles in satisfaction, enjoying the effect her words have on me. Her eyes lower to my hand, zeroing in on the ring I am wearing. I look at the diamond ring. It's a very special ring to me as Elijah gifted it to me on my birthday. "This ring will protect you from everything and my heart is in it. I give it to you," He said when he slid it onto my index finger. It's a rare diamond that can't be bought with money. "Hand over that ring right now," Nixie says, her eyes beaming with greed. I take a step back, holding my hand. "No." This ring means a lot to me. Even if I am separated from Elijah, I still want to keep a part of him with me forever. âI wonât say it again. Give it to me; it's my order! Your Lunaâs order,â she shouts. âYou'll never be my Luna. And I'm not giving this to you,â I reply confidently. âHow dare you!â she grabs my wrist forcefully, and I yelp as a sharp pain shoots through my finger to my spine as she pulls the ring out of me forcefully. âGive it to me or Iâll cut your fingers off, you useless lowly beast!â she yells. Instinctively, I push her away with my other hand, and she stumbles back onto someoneâs chest. My eyes go round when I see Elijah holding her from behind. His eyes are as cold as the Arctic, freezing me in my spot. âWhat is happening here?â âE-elijah,â Nixie starts crying, and wraps her arms around his neck, âIââ she sniffs, âI was only asking her how costly the ring is and she pushed me away.â She sobs like a baby. âThatâs not true. She was trying to take the ring from me!â I protest. âSo what if she did?â he asks, his face like a carved stone with no emotions. I stare at him, trying to process what he said for a moment. âI told her that she can have the ring when she asked me about it.â My eyes widen in disbelief, unblinking as they stare at him. Time stands still. I canât believe what he is saying. âHand over the ring to her, Rena,â he demands in a frosty voice. My feet feel glued to the floor. Nixieâs lips curl in a smile as she watches me in despair. The room closes around me, suffocating me with the weight of its shattered expectations. My lips curve upwards, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. It's devoid of any joy and is a mask to hide the emptiness within. Why did I even hope that heâll care for me? Stupid, stupid me. I walk towards them and pull out the ring from my finger. âHere, take it,â I say while the smile remains intact. âYou can have everything else here too. I donât want it anymore.â It's exhausting to keep hoping that things will change, that heâll take me back. Those are my last words, and I walk out of the room, accepting my defeat. Nixie wins, I lose. Suddenly, I feel a hand grab my wrist from behind and hear Elijahâs voice, âRena.â I freeze. His voice is so gentle. My heart pounds in my chest, and I look past my shoulder to meet his black eyes. âThe rejection ceremony is going to start soon. Iâll wait for you at the training grounds.â Chapter 8 : The Rejection Verena I smile, while my heart breaks in pain. He is so good at crushing my heart, like it's an object. âI will be there in time.â Saying that, I pull my hand away from him, engraving his touch for the last time in my head. A while later, I look at my reflection in the mirror. Dark eye bags hang under my green eyes, like someone has sucked the soul out of me. Only half an hour left before the ceremony begins, and after that, I will be separated from Elijah completely. I have mentally prepared myself for it, but physically, I am in a mess. Nixie took all my clothes and accessories, even the ones I bought myself. I am not that interested in fashion, so most of my clothes and jewelry were gifted by Elijah. So now, I have nothing to wear except this dress that I have on. My hands tremble a little in concern. Without anything, it will be hard for me to survive. But then I remind myself that I will be a mother soon. Stress is not good for the baby. I rub my belly, âMamma promises to be strong from now on. You hang in there, pup.â I will need to dip into some of my savings to purchase new clothes and other necessities. But first, I must find a good hotel to stay in. My thoughts are interrupted by the loud sound of footsteps, and my face sours when I see Nixie walk in through the door, looking very chirpy. Now, what does she want? "Why are you here?" I ask in frustration, deciding not to turn around and act as though I am busy. Searching for hotels will be a better use of my time. I feel her close in, and she waves her hand before my face from behind. My gaze falls on the diamond ring on her finger, the ring I thought Elijah had gifted me as a sign of his love. My heart crumbles at the sight of it. "It suits me more than you, doesn't it? Elijah said that it looks better on me," she giggles, adding salt to my wound. I intentionally stay silent and focus on scrolling through a site that shows the various hotels available with their ratings and reviews. "Hello? I am talking to you!" she waves her hand again, clearly annoyed by not receiving her expected response. I refuse to give her the satisfaction of seeing me in pain, so I continue to avoid her. There's a groan from behind before she slaps my phone away, causing it to hit the hard, hardwood floor. I gasp at its state and immediately pick it up. The screen has cracked. "Now, that's a proper reaction," she says, smirking. Clenching my jaw, I face her. "Whatâs your problem, you mad woman?! I have divorced Elijah, and we are rejecting each other. That should be more than enough for you!" She sneers at me. "Don't act like you're doing me a favor. Actually, I'll do you a favor. Once you're rejected, I'll make sure you get banished after that." My face drains of all colors. Banishment? No! If I'm banished, I'll become a rogue with nowhere to live and no means to survive. That's assuming I don't get hurt by the dangerous creatures outside the borders or get captured by rogue traffickers who might sell me to some nasty, old Alpha as a slave first. I can't let my child be born in those circumstances. "Why? I'll leave this packhouse after rejection, so I won't be a threat to you anymore," I protest. She scowls. "Of course you are. I don't know what Elijah saw in you, but he seems to still care about you. He was telling me to return your clothes since he gave them to you," she rolls her eyes, "And he won't allow me to turn you into a slave for this packhouse either. So it means you're a threat to my position." I gulp, feeling a little relieved knowing that Elijah said that. But it's quickly replaced by Nixie's warning. "Be prepared to be kicked out. See you in the training grounds," she waves her hand and walks away humming a tune. My legs give out, and I collapse to the floor. My fingers curl around the bedsheet for support as I try to calm the crumbling anxiety inside me. What do I do now? I can't become a rogue. Dory walks in, her eyes falling on me. "Luna, are you okay?" she rushes up to me and helps me stand. She touches my forehead. "You're burning up. Did something happen?" I shake my head. "I'm fine. Is it time?" Her face falls, and she nods once. Taking a deep breath, I gather some courage. "Alright, let's go." Chapter 9 : Rejection I have to fight this. If Nixie wins, my pup will be in danger. I won't let that happen. We walk down the stairs and step outside. The sky is filled with gray clouds. On the large training grounds where the air usually buzzes with excitement and the energy of warriors, there's a damp, silent atmosphere among the people who came to watch the ceremony. None of them seem sad to watch me get rejected. They've never wanted me as their Luna because I'm an orphan. I take my place in the center of the ground. The people on the left clear a path for Elijah to walk through by standing in two rows, and he stops before the space created for the ceremony. Our eyes meet for a few seconds before he turns to the crowd. âI wonât waste time on explaining whatâs happening here as most of you present are already aware. But know that I wonât tolerate anyone breaking the rules. If anyone dares to say a bad word to Verena or insults her in any way, I will have your head. Rejected or not, she is still a respected member of our family and this pack. So you all are expected to treat her fairly. Is that clear?â The people nod in unison, fearing Elijahâs wrath. A part of me is glad that he is rejecting me in a respectful manner. It would have hurt a lot more if he just allowed anyone to publicly berate me, especially when I go through the rejection. Elijah walks closer to me, and looks into my eyes. I feel his breathing was a little erratic and his face didn't look quite right.. Is he drunk? "I, Elijah Donovan, Alpha of the Iron Claw Pack, reject you, Verena, as my fated mate and my Luna," he declares. I close my eyes, attempting to block out the pain threatening to consume me. But even in the darkness behind my eyelids, I feel the strength of the rejection, as it threatens to tear my body apart. The pain rattles through my bones, clogging my nostrils and leaving me breathless. Elijah extends his arm to help me, but I take a step back. I will endure this pain alone. "I, Verena, current Luna of the Iron Claw Pack, accept your rejection, Alpha Elijah," I declare. My legs wobble beneath my dress as the ache in my chest intensifies. I feel a strong convulsion in my belly, causing me to lose my balance and drop to the ground, clutching my stomach. My baby! "Rena, are you alright?" Elijah inquires, but I know better than to believe that he actually cares for me. Gradually, the pain subsides, and I feel the herbs taking action to protect my baby from the effects of the rejection. "I am fine," I manage to say, wiping my tear-soaked face. "You accepted it," he mutters under his breath. Was he not expecting it? I donât even understand him at this point. My limbs feel weak, so I remain in my place, trying to prevent myself from passing out. Just as I begin to feel like I have regained some control over my body, a strong scent hits my nose. It smells like lemons and grass, reminiscent of summer. I glance in the direction from which it's coming and spot a man walking into the crowd, looking around anxiously. Heâs as tall as Elijah, broad and well-built, with spiky light-blond hair, deep blue eyes, and a tattoo running down his left arm. His aura is powerful, like that of an Alpha. 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đHOT! HOT!Do not read in publicďźđ | My husband and mate, Elijah, is the Alpha of one of the most powerful packs in Fenrisa, the Iron Claw Pack. I am his wife and his mate. One would think that due to being fated, our relationship would be a good one. But thatâs far from the truth. The truth is, I am his second chance mate. âVerena, I want to reject our bond and get separated,â Elijahâs voice doesn't hold an ounce of emotion as he sits across from me in the dim living room. I'd been waiting for him to celebrate our third wedding anniversary together. But when he arrived, there was this coldness about him. I figured he was just tired from work, but then he asked me to sit down and dropped a bombshell on me. "Why?" I blink in disbelief. He must be joking, right? But the intensity of his gaze chips away at my doubt, replacing it with a growing sense of worry. I know the reason. The one I've feared the most for so long. His mate has returned to the pack. Elijahâs first mate had left him just before the mating ceremony. The reason was unknown, but everyone assumed that she didnât want a relationship with her mate and loved someone else. On the same day of their separation, Elijah found me and realized that I am his second chance mate. Second chance mates are rare, and it can be called a miracle that the Goddess gives Elijah a second chance in love by mating us. He hasnât rejected his first mate, but one can find a second mate irrespective of rejecting their first mate. It's complicated and goes against the laws of the mate bond. Yet it's a blessing to the ones whose first mate dies or leaves them. Elijah sighs, âYou know about Nixie. She wants to be back with me.â I clench my fist. âAnd you want to get back with her?â My lips quiver, and I struggle to stop my body from trembling, but it's futile. Despite being Elijahâs second chance, heâs my first. My first mate, the only love of my life. No matter who your second chance is, the bond with the first mate is stronger, like the first love that you canât move on from. Elijah feels the same towards Nixie, I know, but can I simply accept it? His face remains aloof, âNixie needs me, Verena. She is my mate and my wolf needs her.â His first mate returned a week ago, claiming that she was kidnapped by our enemy pack and taken hostage for three years. The pack that captured her was destroyed due to a pack war, and the hostages were released. Thatâs how Nixie escaped and returned to our pack. "I canât have two mates at the same time. Having you both is putting a lot of pressure and weakening my wolf. Over time, itâll get worse. So, Iâll have to reject one," he adds in a calm voice, while a storm is rising in my chest. "And you choose her," I reply, tears brimming in my eyes. I knew that Elijah hadnât moved on from his first mate when I entered his life. But I had believed that I could heal him and show him that I can love him more. I did everything in my power to make him happy when we got married. Yet, sheâs the one he chooses. What about us? The relationship we built for all these years, does it mean nothing to him? When I walked into his life, he was emotionally unavailable and rude to me. But I stayed patient and he gradually started to warm up to me. Since then we had worked together on everything and he promised to stay beside me forever. I know that I wonât be able to bear him a healthy child because I did not shift after I turned eighteen and it's been five years since I have been wolf-less. But I felt the mate bond when I saw Elijah at the Mating Ball. He also agreed to marry me because his pack needed a Luna and it was better to have a second chance mate than have no mate at all. âYou said you'd never leave me. You promised me,â I remind him. âHow can you break it because of someone who left you years ago?â His icy presence sends a chill through the room. "Rena, watch your words. Remember who you're speaking to," he warns, his tone sharp like a blade. "And do you expect me to overlook the fact that you intentionally drove Nixie away because you wanted to be with me?" My brows raise, âWhat are you talking about?â He stands from the couch, âYou think I donât know? Nixie returned to this pack just one year after our marriage and wanted to meet me. But you met her first and threatened her to not come close to me and disappear from the pack.â A shadow falls on his chiseled face, making him look deadly and dangerous. I have always admired his ruthless side, especially when he makes sure to punish anyone who tries to hurt me. But today, heâs giving me this look as if heâs disgusted by me. âBecause of you, Nixie could not contact me and tell me what happened to her. I couldnât be there for her when she needed me. Just because of you.â He accuses me, and I feel like I have been stabbed in the chest. âI did not!â I say and he tilts his head as if he did not expect that response from me. As much as I want Elijah all to myself, I know that he feels empty without Nixie. So I would have accepted them being together, just for the sake of Elijahâs happiness. He raises a brow, âSo you are not going to admit it?â âAdmit what? I have no idea what you are talking about.â I protest. "Fine, I'll call him then," Elijah's obsidian eyes glaze over as he connects through the mind-link. Seconds later, the door swings open and Joshua walks inside. âWhatâs the matter?â He asks as he looks at both of us. He is Elijahâs Beta. âRena denies that she had not tried to kick Nixie out of the pack when she returned two years ago. Is that true?â I look at Joshua expectantly. He will tell Elijah the truth. I relax a little, waiting for the truth to come out. But why do I have this bad feeling? âNo, I saw her two years ago with the Luna,â Joshua replies calmly, with a subtle smile on his face. âThe Luna did threaten her and tell her to leave the pack.â What?! âJoshua, what the hell are you saying?! I didn't even meet Nixie!â I rise from my seat in shock and look at him in disbelief. âKeep your voice low, Rena. Joshua is saying what he saw and I am surprised that you believed heâd lie for you. After all, heâs the one who showed me pictures of your encounter with my mate.â Elijah throws the pictures on the table and it feels like someone has pulled the rug off my feet. These are from a different time. They are manipulated. I look at the Beta who gives me a smirk. He betrayed me. I thought we were good friends but⌠My shoulders slump as I look at the floor. This canât be happening. âDo you have any evidence that the Beta is lying?â Elijah asks. I donât have an answer. My head spins, trying to process everything that has happened. âNo,â I whisper. If I had known that heâll betray me like this, I would have been more cautious. But why would he do this? For a few minutes, silence hangs heavy in the air until Elijah gently grasps my chin, coaxing me to meet his gaze. His inky black hair falls messily across his face, reminding me of its softness when I touched it before. âIt's over, Rena. You knew how much I loved Nixie, yet you pushed her away from me. Then you pretended to love me when all you wanted was the power and wealth that comes with being my wife. I canât let any of this slip away.â he says, his voice gentle but deep and chilling. Pretend to love him? After all these years, he thinks it was an act. I know I donât have any evidence to prove my innocence, but wonât he try to believe me for once? I canât help but wonder if he would have believed Nixie if she was in my shoes. He would have probably forgiven her, because mates tend to be possessive of their partners. But he wonât treat me like that, because according to him, I am just his second chance. I am nothing compared to his first true mate, his first love. Tears glisten in my eyes as pain grips my heart. "Elijah, I mean it. I don't care about the position. I just want you." He growls, baring his canines and his eyes flash, âI had enough. You should be grateful that I am not imprisoning you for doing something like this. So if you donât want to live in the cells, I advise you to accept the divorce and the rejection.â He lets go of my chin and retrieves the divorce agreement. He slaps it onto the coffee table, making me flinch. "Sign it.â I stare at the papers with a bleeding heart. All the good memories I had with him flash in my head. What did all of those moments mean? Was it a lie when he said that I make him smile? That I am special to him? That our bond is no lesser than a first mate bond? I slowly bend forward, and grab the pen. I sign the paper while holding back my tears.âHere, it's done,â I whisper while holding the divorce agreement. For a brief moment, the iciness in his gaze melts, replaced by shock and hurt. But he swiftly regains his composure and accepts the paper from me. A sad smile curves my lips. So he would have gotten separated from me anyway. It did not matter what I did, he just needed a reason to reject me and have his mate back. âWhen is the rejection ceremony going to take place?â I ask while looking down at my trembling arms. If I see his face, Iâm afraid Iâll break down completely. âTomorrow. I expect you to be present at the training ground at eight in the morning. Once the rejection is over, you can stay at the packhouse. Though Iâd prefer if you donât come close to my mate. I donât want you to cause a scene.â he replied and it hurts how he calls Nixie âmy mateâ. I rise from my seat and turn around, âDonât worry, you wonât find me anywhere near you or Nixie after the rejection is over. Thatâll be my gift to you. Happy Marriage Anniversary, Alpha Elijah.â Chapter 2 : Her, Nixie Verena It's alright. Things will get better. Elijah will change his mind, after all he loves meâ- My trembling hand freezes halfway as I reach for the plate on the dining table. Tear droplets splatter on the polished darkwood, and the sight of our signatures on the divorce agreement brings me crashing back to reality. We're divorced, and tomorrow he will reject me. Not being able to pretend anymore, I break down into sobs. My fingers curl on the edge of the table while I look at the hardwood floor with tears streaming down my eyes. He really divorced me. My relationship with Elijah hasnât been a bed of roses. When we married, he was cold and distant. But I started to witness the softer, emotional side of him that he tried to hide from the rest of the world. I made his pain my own, and tried my best to keep him happy. He was gradually warming up to me. But then Nixie returned and he pushed me away like those years of our relationship meant nothing to him. My chest squeezes painfully at the thought of it. I just canât accept that he doesn't want me anymore. But the untouched food on the table, and the red velvet cake with Happy Third Marriage Anniversary written on it is a reminder that it's true. It took me almost four hours to bake this cake, in high hopes of seeing a smile on Elijahâs face when he returns. âAre you finished with your nonsense?â Maya, my maidâs voice, draws my attention to the door. She stands there with an annoyed expression, gesturing towards the wall. âUnlike you, I actually have work to do, like cleaning up this mess.â I wipe my face, and take a step back, âYes, go ahead.â My voice sounds dry. Maya rolls her eyes, her lips curl in disapproval as she walks over and eyes the table. âSuch a headache,â she mutters while shaking her head. Despite being Luna, I am not liked in the packhouse. It's because I am an orphan who did not shift. Even an omega has a wolf, so it makes me appear way beneath in rank. So the people donât approve of me as their Queen. Someone without a wolf canât lead a pack of wolves. Thatâs what I have always been told. I have learned to live with it because that is how I have always been treated. And forcing people to like me through fear of my position goes beyond my values, so I try to make up for my weakness by putting my best efforts. But Elijah has punished anyone who has tried to misbehave with me, always taking my side when things went down. He was very protective of me. Was. I wonder if he believes now Nixie will be a better Luna than me because of having a wolf. She comes from a family of Gammas, so she has a strong wolf and anyone will choose her over me. Rip! My body jolts at the sudden sound of something being torn off, and I notice Maya ruthlessly tearing the fairy lights and red balloons off the wall behind the table. With each delicate adornment being stripped away, I feel a prick in my chest. My friends Dory and Drake helped me set up the decorations last night, and we were so proud of it. Maya does not hold back on the food either, and I flinch at the way she just dumps the cake into the dustbin. I feel like that cake, dumped into trash. My head feels dizzy at the overwhelming emotions. I need a shower. I walk out of the dining hall, and my legs feel heavy for some reason. Now that I think about it, I've been feeling quite sick since this morning. My throat itches, I feel nauseous, and I've been unusually tired lately. Maybe it's because of Elijah. Not paying any attention to my surroundings, my hand subconsciously reaches to open the door to the bedroom. But the moment the door swings back, a pleasant musky scent hits my nose. Thereâs another scent with it that makes my nose crinkle. My body freezes in place when I notice Elijah sitting on the bed. With Nixie on his lap. With brown hair that brushes her shoulders in curls and a floral print mini skirt riding up her slender, milky white thighs, Nixie looks like any manâs wet dream. Compared to her, I look basic in my plain blue dress and straight midnight blue hair. They seem to be having a moment as her arms are wrapped around his neck, while his hand is on her slim waist. Elijah notices my presence, âRena,â he takes my name with his deep, velvety voice that tugs at my heart and lets go of Nixieâs waist. Nixie gets off his lap and stands beside him, fixing her skirt. âOh my Goddess, Rena. I-I didnât know you would be coming,â her pale skin turns red as if sheâs embarrassed. Even when I donât have a wolf, I can still feel the sting of their intimacy. My heart pounds painfully in my chest. âRena, why are you here?â Elijah asks, staring at me with his cold obsidian eyes. I canât tell what he is thinking. Chapter 3 : He, with Her Verena âIâŚumâŚâ the words feel stuck in my throat. My legs feel weak. I canât believe he started to get so intimate with her after a few hours of our divorce. If heâs this affectionate with her, then it means that he has already moved on. Though maybe he did not need to move on in the first place. âRena?â He takes my name again, and I regain my composure. I need to get a hold on myself. Heâs no longer my husband, and soon heâll reject me from the mate bond. So I shouldnât be feeling anything. âDid I interrupt something?â I ask, my gaze sliding to Nixie who stares at me with her big doe green eyes. Anyone would fall for the innocence those eyes portray, but I can see the malice behind it. Elijah narrows his gaze, and places a hand over his mouth. He does that when heâs curious, and annoyed. âYou did,â he replies sharply, and I'm struck by his words. âIââ âRena, you should remember that you need to ask for the Alphaâs permission before entering his room.â My lips part in shock, and my brows lift. âWhat?â âYou heard me. Still, Iâd let this go because we arenât officially rejected and you are my mate.â His voice puts me in an icy chokehold. Just a few hours, and our relationship has completely changed. Where is the man who waited for me every single night in bed to fall asleep together? Who is he? âWow, I did not know that it was your room now, Alpha. The same room we shared for three years,â I retort, crossing my arms. My eyes flit to the bed where he was sitting with Nixie on his lap. His jaw clenches at my words. âWe are divorced now. So isnât it obvious that we wonât be sharing the same room anymore?â He tilts his head, gauging my reaction. I smirk, âSure. I mean, you wonât like me barging into your âroomâ while you spend some quality time with your mate,â I emphasize the last word and my gaze shifts to Nixie. âRena, before you say something to insult Nixie, Iâll warn you. I have been lenient with you, but I wonât this time. So choose your words wisely.â He speaks in a low, commanding voice, reminding me of whoâs in charge. His words crush my soul. It's as if I am the problem in his life. âElijah, it's alright,â Nixie moves closer to him, and slides her hand over his shoulder. âI can understand that sheâs hurt so I am fine with it.â A growl leaves my lips as I stare at her hand placement. Elijah raises a brow, and I realize what I have done. Heâs still my mate, and it's not easy for me to watch someone else touch him, even if that person is his first mate. âIâI am sorry if I made you upset, Rena,â Nixie looks at me with quivering lips, âBut you have to understand that I love him and canât stay away from him.â Tears fill her eyes, and she starts to sob. âNixie, donât cry. It's not your fault,â Elijah gets up, and wraps an arm around her. My insides scream at that sight, but I donât let a word out of my mouth. I silently watch him comfort her when I am the one in need of comfort. âRena and I have come to a mutual agreement, so it's our decision.â I scowl. It was never my decision to get separated from him. Elijah looks at me with a pointed look, âYou did not tell me why you are here.â His voice is gentle as always, but I can tell that he does not want me here. He feels that I will sabotage his relationship with Nixie. My jaw trembles, âIt's nothing. I am sorry for interrupting whatever you both were doing,â I storm out of the door while the tears trickle down my eyes. The paintings and furniture on the hallway start to look unfamiliar as I rush past them. Why? Why do I have to go through this? My head starts to throb, and I stop in my steps. I feel dizzy. The nausea grows, crawling up my chest and through my blurry vision, I see two figures on the other side of the hall. They look concerned as they walk towards me. âLuna, are you alright?â I recognize the voice. It's Dory, âYou look no wellââ I donât hear the rest of her sentence as the air shifts, and I grace the floor. Shadows dance in my vision before everything turns dark. Beep. Beep. My eyes flutter open on hearing a sound, and I find myself in a hospital bed. A dull ache throbs in my head. âSheâs awake,â I feel Doryâs warm hand on my back as I slowly get up. She helps me sit. âThank Goddess!â Drake exclaims as he stands beside her. They are twins, and work for me in the pack. I groan, feeling the same throbbing sensation. âI passed out?â âYeah. We brought you to the hospital as soon as possible. Are you okay now?â Drake asks. I nod, âYeah.â The door opens, and a woman walks in wearing a white coat and holding a clipboard. "Oh, you're awake. That's good," she says with a smile as she approaches me. My gaze falls onto the tag on her coat. Dr. Shalini, Senior Gynaecologist. âIs it an infection?â I ask. Her smile widens, âNo, Luna. I have good news for you. I hope that the Alpha throws us a party after this.â she says and my frown deepens. My gaze shifts to Drake and Dory. Drake shrugs while Dory shakes her head. âI donât understand,â I say. âCongratulations, my Luna. You are going to be a mother.â she replies. Chapter 4 : A Baby? Verena The world seems to stop as I hear what she said. I amâŚcarrying a baby now? âWhat?â I gasp. The woman nods, her eyes glinting with excitement. âYes, Luna. I ran a USG scan, and it shows the pregnancy.â Dory shrieks, âOh my Goddess! That's wonderful news.â She grins at me, and hugs Drake, who is taken aback by her sisterâs excitement. The doctor looks at my confused expression and asks, âIs everything alright?â I stare at my lap. How can I be? Drake senses my confusion and turns to the doctor, âCan we have some time alone with her? Weâll call you if we need anything. Thank you for the news, doc.â âUm, alright,â she says hesitantly, giving me one last glance before walking out of the room. Dory senses the change in mood and asks me, âWhatâs wrong, Luna?â âI think I understand why she is confused,â Drake answers, and Dory looks at him. âWe all know that Luna does not have a wolf.â Doryâs brows shoot up in realization. âOh my, thatâs right. Then, how?â She looks at me, the colors of excitement on her face completely gone. A she-wolf who did not shift canât bear another male wolfâs child, let alone that of an Alphaâs child. Our genetics act like one of a normal human, and we are not compatible with carrying a shifterâs child. So how can I having a baby? âWe should get the report checked or tell them to run another test on you. The report can be wrong,â Drake says in a calm voice. He is always calm in these situations and looks at every problem through a logical perspective. As advised by Drake, I undergo another USG scan to confirm if the report is accurate or not. Dory insists that I get some rest, so I return to the packhouse after the test is over. She promises to bring me the test report, so I anxiously wait for her in one of my spare rooms. When the second test report arrives, my eyes stay glued to the report file, my hands trembling. Test resultâpositive. Sweet tears blur my vision. I canât believe this. âIt's really true, Luna. You are with child,â Dory remarks with a huge smile plastered on her face. My hand reaches to my belly. There is a life growing inside me. When I had not shifted after my 18th birthday, I had lost all hope of conceiving. Elijah was unhappy about my barren state, and it was another reason for him to act cold towards me in the initial stages of our marriage. An Alpha needs an heir, and I was incapable of providing one. âBut how is this possible? I never shifted,â I mutter. âI have a theory in my mind,â Dory replies as she stands before me with her hands crossed. I look up from the file, and a thoughtful look darkens her eyes, âThere have been a few cases where the shifter did not transform at the right age because their wolf was still in a developmental phase.â I raise a brow, âDevelopmental phase?â She hums, âMost wolves start to develop in our bodies from the time of our birth. The average age for any healthy transformation is from eighteen to nineteen. Usually, after that time, no shifter ever transforms, meaning their wolf could not grow properly because of the lack of strength in the personâs body. But there was this one case study in the Moonlight Pack where the Alpha got his wolf at the age of twenty-six. Rumor has it that his predecessors also got their wolves late.â âSo it's in the bloodline?â I ask, rubbing my belly, âIsnât the Moonlight Pack Alpha a powerful one who has magical powers?â She nods, âThatâs what everyone says. But recently, no one has seen the Alpha around, and some say that it's just baseless rumors. If he truly had magical powers, then he would have shown them, but thereâs no incident as such. Heâs been a mystery for the last ten years.â I hum in agreement. It's hard to tell what my condition is, but I donât care. If Elijah learns about this, I am sure heâll annul the divorce. He canât reject me after knowing that I have his baby. It will put the childâs life at risk. I need to tell him. He has to change his mind after this. He canât get separated from me if he knows that I am carrying his future heir. I get up from the bed and tell Dory, âIâll show this to the Alpha.â Not wasting another second, I am rushing out of the guestroom. Thank Selene! She has blessed me with a child. She believes that Elijah and I are meant to be together. A smile curves my lips. The moment I reach his office, I knock the door twice with my knuckles while excitement bubbles through me. I hear his deep voice through the door, âCome in.â I step in, feeling a little nervous as I find him sitting on his office chair, wearing his blue-light glasses with a white rim. They frame his obsidian eyes that scrutinize me. He looks so handsome in them. But then my gaze falls on Nixie, whose arm rests on his shoulder. She is way too close to him, and frowns when she notices me. It's not hard to see the malicious look in her eyes. Once I settle things with Elijah, Iâll make sure she never gets a chance to come close to him. âWhat brings you here, Rena?â Elijah asks, shifting his gaze to his computer screen. I am about to respond when he says, âI hope it's not ânothingâ like last time. You should know that I am a busy person, and my time has value." He speaks in a frosty demeanor that reminds me of winter. âI am carrying your baby, Elijah,â I say, hoping that the news will shock him. He has always been looking forward to having an heir. Now his wish has come true. Chapter 5: Will He Be Back? Verena His gaze lifts from the display screen and darkens with disappointment, âIs this your new trick to get me back?â he retorts, and the corner of Nixieâs lips curls into a smirk. I blink in confusion. Trick? âWhyâwhy would I trick you with something like this?â His jaw clenches, and the air turns cold with his icy gaze, âYou tell me, Rena. You want me to believe that without having a wolf, you can carry the child of an Alpha?â I flinch at his words. I am not proud of my condition. But it's out of my control. âI know it's hard to believe. I did not believe it either. Thatâs why I ran two tests to confirm the report. I am really carrying a baby.â I take a step towards his desk and hand him the file. He flips through it, his eyes going over the report. Nixie leans in to also check, and her face turns pale. It makes me a little happy. This child will be the one to save our relationship and this pack. âI get it now,â he says, staring at the table in thought, and I breathe in relief. âYou went to Shadow Den after the divorce for this reason. To create a fake pregnancy report.â He adds, and suddenly it feels like I have been punched in the gut. âWhat?! What are you talking about?â I ask, my eyes wide in horror. Shadow Den is a shady place at the borders of the pack where all kinds of illegal activities take place, including creating fake documents. A dignified lady will never step into that place because it reeks of crime and rogue trafficking. âI told my men to keep an eye on you, and they reported that you went to Shadow Den. At first, I couldnât believe it and punished them for lying to me. But now it seems that they were telling me the truth.â The look Elijah gives me completely shatters my soul. It feels like the respect he had for me is broken now. I shake my head frantically, âNo! I did not go there, Elijah. Please trust me!â He scoffs, his eyes swirling with hurt. âHow can I trust you when you are doing things behind my back? You know how much I have desired a child. It pains me to think you have gone this far.â âThatâs not true. I will never do something like this, you know that,â The corner of my eyes prick. How can he believe that I will fake childbirth? âI can prove myself this time. Call the hospital and ask if I had done a test there or not.â I raise my voice, holding my ground as much as I can. Elijah dials the number on his phone. He puts it on the loudspeaker and places it on the desk for me to hear. With each ring, my heart beats with anticipation. This has to work. The clinic keeps records of their patients. âLarsen's Clinic speaking. How may I help you, Alpha?â The female receptionistâs voice comes from the receiving end. Elijah places his hands on the desk and asks, âIs there any record of my wife Verena Donovan getting a USG test done today at your clinic?â âGive me a second please, Alpha,â the receptionist answers politely. Patient records are confidential, but since it's the Alpha asking for information, the hospital has to obey his orders. I fidget, waiting for her to confirm it. Each second feels like an hour, making me grow nervous. Her voice finally comes through, âThereâs no record of her checking in our clinic today, Alpha.â My heart drops, and for a second I forget how to breathe. No, this canât be possible. I was there. They saw me. Then, why? Elijah hangs up the phone. Nixieâs eyes glint with victory as she stares at me. The walls around the office feel like they are closing in on me. Why did the clinic lie? Is someone else behind this? My gaze shifts to Nixie, who has a smug look on her face. It is strange how she has been so silent and did not try to stop me from showing the reports. He sighs and takes off his glasses. âRena, look. Your excuses are not going to work on me. This rejection is going to happen because as an Alpha, I have to be with my rightful mate.â He rises from the chair and approaches me. Standing close to me, he adds âAnd I am letting you stay here. I wonât banish you from the pack, so you donât have to use these cheap tricks.â Cheap tricks? My hand goes to my belly. The man I have spent my life with for three years did not try to believe me for once. This proves that he never trusted me in all these years, and I thought that we had a good relationshipâone that was built out of mutual love and respect. It was all in my head. âThis is the extent of my kindness, Rena,â Elijah adds, âDonât test my patience any further.â I donât need his kindness. The only thing I wanted from him was to take my side, to have faith in me. But he pushed it all away. I decide to leave silently and walk towards the door. When I grab the handle with my shaking hand, his voice stops me. âRena.â I look over my shoulder and find him staring at me. There is something in his gaze. âI hope you remember the time of the rejection ceremony tomorrow. Donât try to bail on me because then Iâll have to force you to join me at the training grounds.â My chest tightens at the lack of empathy in his voice. âI wonât,â I hold back the tears that threaten to fall by clenching the doorknob tightly. He wants to get rid of me so badly. But I am worried about my child. I can only pray to have the strength to protect my baby from his rejection. Chapter 6 : Loveâs Not Enough Verena âSo, when is the Alpha throwing us a party?â Dory asks as she walks into my room with a cheerful smile. She does not know. The only thing she knows is that I went to Elijah to tell him the good news. âYou definitely have to tell me the names you are deciding on, especially if it's a girl. I donât want our princess to have a terrible name like mine. Also Iââ âWe are going to have a rejection ceremony today,â I say with a grim expression. Dory blinks a few times, âWhat? Thatâs such a bad joke.â My lips curve in a sad smile while I sit on the armchair, âIt's not.â The girlâs smile drops, âNo, thatâs not possible.â My gaze dips to the jar sheâs holding in her hand, âDid you bring the herbs I asked you to?â Her brows pucker, âYeah, I did. But the herbs you asked for are used to protect an unborn from any strong supernatural forces. Why would you ask for something likeââ her lips stop moving as her eyes light up with realization. There are certain herbs that protect an unborn child in the womb of a mother who gets rejected from her mate. I told her to bring one of those so that no harm comes to my baby. She stays still for a few seconds, âWhat? Iâ Are you really getting rejected?â I answer her with my silence. She stands still, as if processing everything. âThe Alpha...heâs behind this, isnât he?â she grits her teeth. âI should have known it. Something felt off about you staying in this room, and looking so pale.â She clenches her fist. I slowly rise from my armchair, âDory, calm down.â âNo for this case!â she slams the jar into the bedside, and stomps out of the room. Crap! I run up to her. Sheâs going to argue with Elijah. Stepping out of the room, I get hold of her wrist, and stop her, âStop! Donât do it.â She whips her head at me, rage burning like coal in her eyes, âLuna, I respect you. But I canât accept this. How can he do this to you? Iâll go and knock some sense into him!â âNo, no, no.â I pull her back. She is acting like a dog who has gone feral, and needs to be kept on a leash. Most of the time she is calm and rational. But when it comes to the people she cares for, she becomes hot-headed and does something regretful. If she talks back to Elijah, she can be put into the cells or even banished. âCalm down. This decision is mutual,â I say, and she freezes. She turns to me with a face as if lightning has struck her. âWhat about the child? How can you get separated when the future heir of this pack is growing inside you?â She points at my belly and I place my palm on it. Despite what the clinic said, I believe that a life is growing inside me. I can feel it in my bones. But I donât want to tell Dory everything. She does not need to be involved in my problems. "It's because of the new girl who joined the pack, isnât it?â Dory asks suddenly, and I jerk my head up at her, my heart skipping a beat. I did not expect her to catch on to it so quickly. She notices my face, âYou donât need to worry about her, Luna. Iâll teach her a lesson that sheâll run out of the borders of this pack and never look back,â she says with determination. I sigh. This girl has no sense of danger. âYouâll do nothing like that. Promise me.â She frowns, âButââ âI said what I said. Donât argue with your Luna,â I will be ex-Luna soon but there is time left for the rejection ceremony. So I will use my authority to make sure Dory does not put herself in danger. Her shoulders sag, and she reluctantly nods. âBut why are you not doing anything? Will you let another girl just take everything from you?â Her words prick me. I did try, but when Elijah wants me to step out of his life, then there is nothing I can do. Even our child could not save our relationship because he does not even believe in its existence. âIt's pointless. Also, it's better to end things. Our marriage was like an agreement and since he has no use for me now, the agreement has ended.â It was a mistake. If I had known that I would be treated like this after the return of his fated mate, I would have never agreed to this marriage. Second chance mates after all areâŚsecond choice, not first. âBut LunaâŚâ She steps closer to me, her brown eyes staring at me, âYou love him, more than your own life. I know you.â Her words squeeze my chest tightly and warm tears cover my vision. She has seen how much dedicated I have been to Elijah. I blink to push my tears back, and amidst the silence of the gloomy morning my words come out like a sad symphony, âMy love is not enough.â A tear slips down my left eye. Dory's eyes glisten with pain as she wraps her arms around me in a gentle embrace. The warmth of her act stirs something inside me, and I break down into sobs. Now that she's here, I realize how much I needed someone's presence to share my sorrow. With no parents or many friends whom I can trust to open up to, given my focus on work and Elijah, her presence feels like a cool shade after hours of walking in scorching heat. "I am so sorry this is happening to you. If the Alpha can't see how much you have sacrificed for him, then he does not deserve you!" she cries, and I hug her tighter. It brings me some relief knowing that there's someone for me. "Don't worry sweetheart, it's okay. I can make it." I pat Dory on the back. "Later I'll go to Elijah's room and get my stuff back, they must not want to see me in this house, and neither do I.â Chapter 7: Shattered Expectations An hour later, I step inside Elijahâs bedroom to get all my stuff. The walls of the room make me suffocated as it reminds me of the times we have spent here. Brushing those thoughts away, I focus on my task at hand. There is no point in staying in this packhouse so Iâll pack my things and leave. The money I have saved from my stock investments will get me to stay for six months in a five-star hotel. I will use that time to find a job. Since I have always been focused on my duties as the Luna of this pack, I never got the time to pursue anything else, especially my dream to open a bakery. Now that I no longer have any duties towards the pack, I can focus on my dream and have a bakery shop of my own. Feeling a little energetic from the idea, I start to pull out all my accessories from the drawer when my eyes fall on a photo frame. Bright blue sky, palm trees and sand fill the background before which stands a couple smiling at me. The ladyâs cheeks are pink, and the shine in her eyes is unavoidable as her man has his arm wrapped around her waist. âHaha! You canât catch me!â I scream as I run across the sand, the warmth of the sun on my skin, and the cool breeze tangling my hair. Elijah has a challenging look on his face as he chases me, but thereâs a subtle smile on his handsome sun-kissed face. Before I know it, his strong arms grab me from behind, âLooks like I won,â I gasp as he gently lifts me off my feet, my heart fluttering in my chest. With a playful smile, he swings me around. Our laughter mixes and rings in the air, the world fading away as we get lost into the moment. My hand trembles as I run my palm over the picture in the photo frame. Those were some of our best moments, filled with joy and sweetness. Our relationship wasnât one of love, but he was slowly warming up to me. "Oh, looks like there is a thief in here," Nixie's voice startles me as I find her standing inside the room. "How dare you try to steal my things?" she accuses me with her arms crossed. I look at the clothes that I am holding. "These are my things." She scoffs, "No more. Whatever you had before, it all belongs to me now. Including Elijah." Her words cut deep, and she smiles in satisfaction, enjoying the effect her words have on me. Her eyes lower to my hand, zeroing in on the ring I am wearing. I look at the diamond ring. It's a very special ring to me as Elijah gifted it to me on my birthday. "This ring will protect you from everything and my heart is in it. I give it to you," He said when he slid it onto my index finger. It's a rare diamond that can't be bought with money. "Hand over that ring right now," Nixie says, her eyes beaming with greed. I take a step back, holding my hand. "No." This ring means a lot to me. Even if I am separated from Elijah, I still want to keep a part of him with me forever. âI wonât say it again. Give it to me; it's my order! Your Lunaâs order,â she shouts. âYou'll never be my Luna. And I'm not giving this to you,â I reply confidently. âHow dare you!â she grabs my wrist forcefully, and I yelp as a sharp pain shoots through my finger to my spine as she pulls the ring out of me forcefully. âGive it to me or Iâll cut your fingers off, you useless lowly beast!â she yells. Instinctively, I push her away with my other hand, and she stumbles back onto someoneâs chest. My eyes go round when I see Elijah holding her from behind. His eyes are as cold as the Arctic, freezing me in my spot. âWhat is happening here?â âE-elijah,â Nixie starts crying, and wraps her arms around his neck, âIââ she sniffs, âI was only asking her how costly the ring is and she pushed me away.â She sobs like a baby. âThatâs not true. She was trying to take the ring from me!â I protest. âSo what if she did?â he asks, his face like a carved stone with no emotions. I stare at him, trying to process what he said for a moment. âI told her that she can have the ring when she asked me about it.â My eyes widen in disbelief, unblinking as they stare at him. Time stands still. I canât believe what he is saying. âHand over the ring to her, Rena,â he demands in a frosty voice. My feet feel glued to the floor. Nixieâs lips curl in a smile as she watches me in despair. The room closes around me, suffocating me with the weight of its shattered expectations. My lips curve upwards, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. It's devoid of any joy and is a mask to hide the emptiness within. Why did I even hope that heâll care for me? Stupid, stupid me. I walk towards them and pull out the ring from my finger. âHere, take it,â I say while the smile remains intact. âYou can have everything else here too. I donât want it anymore.â It's exhausting to keep hoping that things will change, that heâll take me back. Those are my last words, and I walk out of the room, accepting my defeat. Nixie wins, I lose. Suddenly, I feel a hand grab my wrist from behind and hear Elijahâs voice, âRena.â I freeze. His voice is so gentle. My heart pounds in my chest, and I look past my shoulder to meet his black eyes. âThe rejection ceremony is going to start soon. Iâll wait for you at the training grounds.â Chapter 8 : The Rejection Verena I smile, while my heart breaks in pain. He is so good at crushing my heart, like it's an object. âI will be there in time.â Saying that, I pull my hand away from him, engraving his touch for the last time in my head. A while later, I look at my reflection in the mirror. Dark eye bags hang under my green eyes, like someone has sucked the soul out of me. Only half an hour left before the ceremony begins, and after that, I will be separated from Elijah completely. I have mentally prepared myself for it, but physically, I am in a mess. Nixie took all my clothes and accessories, even the ones I bought myself. I am not that interested in fashion, so most of my clothes and jewelry were gifted by Elijah. So now, I have nothing to wear except this dress that I have on. My hands tremble a little in concern. Without anything, it will be hard for me to survive. But then I remind myself that I will be a mother soon. Stress is not good for the baby. I rub my belly, âMamma promises to be strong from now on. You hang in there, pup.â I will need to dip into some of my savings to purchase new clothes and other necessities. But first, I must find a good hotel to stay in. My thoughts are interrupted by the loud sound of footsteps, and my face sours when I see Nixie walk in through the door, looking very chirpy. Now, what does she want? "Why are you here?" I ask in frustration, deciding not to turn around and act as though I am busy. Searching for hotels will be a better use of my time. I feel her close in, and she waves her hand before my face from behind. My gaze falls on the diamond ring on her finger, the ring I thought Elijah had gifted me as a sign of his love. My heart crumbles at the sight of it. "It suits me more than you, doesn't it? Elijah said that it looks better on me," she giggles, adding salt to my wound. I intentionally stay silent and focus on scrolling through a site that shows the various hotels available with their ratings and reviews. "Hello? I am talking to you!" she waves her hand again, clearly annoyed by not receiving her expected response. I refuse to give her the satisfaction of seeing me in pain, so I continue to avoid her. There's a groan from behind before she slaps my phone away, causing it to hit the hard, hardwood floor. I gasp at its state and immediately pick it up. The screen has cracked. "Now, that's a proper reaction," she says, smirking. Clenching my jaw, I face her. "Whatâs your problem, you mad woman?! I have divorced Elijah, and we are rejecting each other. That should be more than enough for you!" She sneers at me. "Don't act like you're doing me a favor. Actually, I'll do you a favor. Once you're rejected, I'll make sure you get banished after that." My face drains of all colors. Banishment? No! If I'm banished, I'll become a rogue with nowhere to live and no means to survive. That's assuming I don't get hurt by the dangerous creatures outside the borders or get captured by rogue traffickers who might sell me to some nasty, old Alpha as a slave first. I can't let my child be born in those circumstances. "Why? I'll leave this packhouse after rejection, so I won't be a threat to you anymore," I protest. She scowls. "Of course you are. I don't know what Elijah saw in you, but he seems to still care about you. He was telling me to return your clothes since he gave them to you," she rolls her eyes, "And he won't allow me to turn you into a slave for this packhouse either. So it means you're a threat to my position." I gulp, feeling a little relieved knowing that Elijah said that. But it's quickly replaced by Nixie's warning. "Be prepared to be kicked out. See you in the training grounds," she waves her hand and walks away humming a tune. My legs give out, and I collapse to the floor. My fingers curl around the bedsheet for support as I try to calm the crumbling anxiety inside me. What do I do now? I can't become a rogue. Dory walks in, her eyes falling on me. "Luna, are you okay?" she rushes up to me and helps me stand. She touches my forehead. "You're burning up. Did something happen?" I shake my head. "I'm fine. Is it time?" Her face falls, and she nods once. Taking a deep breath, I gather some courage. "Alright, let's go." Chapter 9 : Rejection I have to fight this. If Nixie wins, my pup will be in danger. I won't let that happen. We walk down the stairs and step outside. The sky is filled with gray clouds. On the large training grounds where the air usually buzzes with excitement and the energy of warriors, there's a damp, silent atmosphere among the people who came to watch the ceremony. None of them seem sad to watch me get rejected. They've never wanted me as their Luna because I'm an orphan. I take my place in the center of the ground. The people on the left clear a path for Elijah to walk through by standing in two rows, and he stops before the space created for the ceremony. Our eyes meet for a few seconds before he turns to the crowd. âI wonât waste time on explaining whatâs happening here as most of you present are already aware. But know that I wonât tolerate anyone breaking the rules. If anyone dares to say a bad word to Verena or insults her in any way, I will have your head. Rejected or not, she is still a respected member of our family and this pack. So you all are expected to treat her fairly. Is that clear?â The people nod in unison, fearing Elijahâs wrath. A part of me is glad that he is rejecting me in a respectful manner. It would have hurt a lot more if he just allowed anyone to publicly berate me, especially when I go through the rejection. Elijah walks closer to me, and looks into my eyes. I feel his breathing was a little erratic and his face didn't look quite right.. Is he drunk? "I, Elijah Donovan, Alpha of the Iron Claw Pack, reject you, Verena, as my fated mate and my Luna," he declares. I close my eyes, attempting to block out the pain threatening to consume me. But even in the darkness behind my eyelids, I feel the strength of the rejection, as it threatens to tear my body apart. The pain rattles through my bones, clogging my nostrils and leaving me breathless. Elijah extends his arm to help me, but I take a step back. I will endure this pain alone. "I, Verena, current Luna of the Iron Claw Pack, accept your rejection, Alpha Elijah," I declare. My legs wobble beneath my dress as the ache in my chest intensifies. I feel a strong convulsion in my belly, causing me to lose my balance and drop to the ground, clutching my stomach. My baby! "Rena, are you alright?" Elijah inquires, but I know better than to believe that he actually cares for me. Gradually, the pain subsides, and I feel the herbs taking action to protect my baby from the effects of the rejection. "I am fine," I manage to say, wiping my tear-soaked face. "You accepted it," he mutters under his breath. Was he not expecting it? I donât even understand him at this point. My limbs feel weak, so I remain in my place, trying to prevent myself from passing out. Just as I begin to feel like I have regained some control over my body, a strong scent hits my nose. It smells like lemons and grass, reminiscent of summer. I glance in the direction from which it's coming and spot a man walking into the crowd, looking around anxiously. Heâs as tall as Elijah, broad and well-built, with spiky light-blond hair, deep blue eyes, and a tattoo running down his left arm. His aura is powerful, like that of an Alpha. 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Yes | 2024-12-25 18:18 | active | 2086 | 0 | Read next chapter | For her, marrying her best friend and carrying his child was a dream come true. However, just at this joyful moment, the man's beloved returned... ===== "It's a good thing you're cautious. You could've lost your baby, Miss Monroe," the GYN told me seriously as she could see the shock in my eyes. Had I heard it right? I was pregnant? I was pregnant with a baby for Pierce--my best friend and my first crush! On the way out of the hospital, I couldn't wait to tell Pierce about our baby. I wondered what his reaction would be. Would he scream in happiness? God! I couldn't contain my happiness. I cupped my flushed face as I fantasized, but the moment I felt the cold of the simple ring on my finger, my wildly beating heart calmed down. I almost forgot that Pierce wasn't the type to be keen on having children, especially since our marriage was arranged by his family. Pierce was a complete gentleman, both as a friend and a husband. Every time we did intimate thing, he was considerate yet cautious, saying there was no need to add extra shackles when we weren't ready. This baby, in a way, was out of the plan. "Ma'am, is everything okay? Do you need to call the boss?" my private driver, Luke, asked worriedly as he noticed my frown. Luke was reliable, like family, but if I chose to share, I still wanted Pierce to be the first to know this news. He was my baby's father. "No," I shook my head, giving Luke a reassuring smile. "He's on a flight. I'll talk to him later myself." I wanted to sense his answer directly from his raw expressions. I was always good at that. I closed my eyes, recalling the first day we met. His bright smile in the sunlight was so dazzling; he was a Prince. Long before we became best friends, I fell in love with him at first sight. But it was only unrequited love; I knew that well. I slid down the car window to get some fresh air but accidentally caught a glimpse of our old high school. That bitter feeling filled my chest once again. Pierce was my first love, but I wasn't his. In high school, I was just a boring nerd in others' eyes while Pierce Anderson was the shining quarterback. Everyone was surprised that we could be friends. Though envy arose, I enjoyed being around him. I slowly realized that I didn't just want to be his friend. However, right when I was about to confess my feelings to him, another girl came into his life. I shook my head, trying to rid myself of those sad memories. I gripped the cold wedding ring on my finger, telling myself the past was the past. Pierce said they were over, and I was his wife now. I was his wife who was carrying his baby. I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and opened the door to our house. My heart calmed as I breathed in the scent of home. Our home. Pierce and I decorated it together with our own hands. We enjoyed it. Yes, I must have been overthinking. That woman had been out of our lives for a long time, and my marriage with Pierce had been as beautiful as a fairy tale for the past three years. I glanced at the clock on the wall. At this point, Pierce should have gotten off the plane. He had been traveling for over a month for the sake of our family's business. Pierce was the President of ADE, the leading fashion magazine company in Asia, and I was actually the Vice President. We were not only life partners but also good partners at work. I really missed him. I dialed his number immediately. I wanted to hear his voice now, to know when he would arrive home. I would prepare a good meal for him, and he would reward me with a sweet k*ss. Then we might do intimate thing... Oops, I almost forgot I was pregnant now. I needed to tell him this first before we could do anything else. I was happily envisioning our lovely reunion when my heart dropped as a woman's voice came over the line. [Hello?] I snapped the phone as just one word came out. My phone fell to the floor, and my body started shaking uncontrollably. NO! It couldn't be her! It couldn't be Lexi! She was already out of our lives! I must have misheard. I rushed to the fridge, attempting to calm myself with some al**hol. But the moment I was reminded of the doctor's words and my baby. I needed to be cautious for my baby's sake. I turned to grab a box of milk and walked toward the sofa. I didn't know what made me recognize that as Lexi's voice at that moment. I meant Lexi and I were never close. Lexi Gilbert was a typical blonde beauty that men would go crazy for. She was the popular cheerleader in high school while Pierce was the star quarterback. A better match than he and a nerd like me, right? It wasn't surprising that he had fallen for her. My pride couldn't stand watching the man I loved go crazy for another woman. So I had once tried to stay away from them silently, but Pierce refused to quit my life. Every time I drowned myself in a sea of books and studies to forget them, Pierce would appear at my doorstep asking me out. I couldn't say no to his charming smile; I couldn't refuse when he claimed it was his duty as my best friend to take me out to enjoy the real world. To avoid ruining our friendship, I could only hide my broken heart, silently playing the role of his best friend while watching his happy face as he pursued another girl. I finally mustered the courage to study abroad when I learned that Pierce was planning to propose to Lexi. However, I never expected Grams would call to beg me to return. I hurried back only to see a lifeless Pierce. His heart was shattered, thanks to Lexi. My beloved sunshine boy was nowhere to be seen, and my heart b*ed for him. I started to hate Lexi from that moment. I gave up my cherished man for her, and how dared she harm him so badly! Pierce didn't tell anyone what happened except that he was done with Lexi. Grams arranged our marriage. I didn't understand why he agreed until the day I heard him say that marrying anyone but Lexi would be the same for him. It hurt like hell, but I still walked into this marriage without a second thought. My cherished boy was broken, and I wanted to fix him, not caring if I ruined myself in the process. I fell asleep at home, feeling insecure and worried. I woke up in the middle of the night when I felt someone caressing my cheek. Slowly, I opened my eyes and realized I had fallen asleep in the living room. Someone lifted me from the couch. I immediately recognized his scent and touch as I looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes. "Pierce..." "Hmm," he hummed as he walked toward the stairs. "Why did you sleep on the couch?" I stared at his face as he gently placed me down on the bed. He caressed my hair and k*ssed my forehead. He was always so gentle, and that was why I loved him so much. "Where have you been? I've been waiting for you," I said as I caressed his cheek. "Just met a friend. You said you were waiting for me; is it something urgent?" Looking at his gentle face, I suddenly didn't want to ruin the moment, so I closed my parted lips and swallowed the truth back down. Tomorrow, maybe tomorrow, I would have the courage to face all the puzzles. I shook my head and pouted, signaling that I was sleepy. He chuckled and carefully carried me to the bed. Just as he was about to leave me after giving me a goodnight k*ss, I panicked for some reason. I quickly grabbed him... I missed him. I wanted him. "Wait, Kels," he said, stopping me by pinning my hands to the bed. "I thought you said you were sleepy and needed to rest." "But I think I miss you more now." I looked at him with innocence and caught the d**ire flashing in his eyes, but I didn't know why it faded so quickly. He used to be happy when I took the initiative. As if noticing my confusion, he chuckled and playfully pinched my nose. "I'll just take a shower." I nodded and watched him as he walked toward the bathroom. But drowsiness struck again, so I closed my eyes to take a nap. However, it was already morning when I opened my eyes again, and Pierce was beside me, putting a tray of food on the bedside table. "Hey!" I greeted, smiling when I realized what he'd done. He had prepared breakfast for me. In bed. The sweetest. He smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. "Good morning." I grinned as I sat up. He carried the tray and put it beside me. I shot an eyebrow up, tilting my head as I stared at his handsome face. His deep brown eyes and thick, black eyebrows complemented his striking features. "What is this? Is this a bribe? You stood me up last night, bad boy." He didn't laugh. Instead, he heaved a sigh, gently tucking my hair behind my ear before taking my hand and staring into my eyes. "I have something to tell you." My heart raced. I thought about our baby. He had something to say, and I did too. "W-What is it?" I asked, feeling my voice tremble. He took a deep breath. "You know you're important to me, right?" I slowly nodded, my lips parted. I couldn't speak; I was scared of what he was about to say. I had a bad feeling about this. "You were my best friend before we got married. You're one of the few people I treasure..." I hid my clenched fists under the sheets. I didn't understand why he was telling me this, but I felt tears pooling in the corner of my eyes already. "Kelly..." He paused, squeezing his eyes shut before looking into mine again. "I-I think it's time for us to divorce." "P-Pierce..." My heart clenched. He smiled sadly. "I know you don't have feelings for me either. You only married me because of my grandparents. You just did this because you love them. Now it's time for our real happiness, Kelly." I shook my head. "W-What are you talking about, Pierce?" "Lexi is back, Kelly. My first love is back." Chapter 2 Kelly's POV--It Never Rains but It Pours I got off the bed and tried to leave, but Pierce grabbed my hand. I quickly wiped the tears rolling down my cheeks before he could see them. He stood in front of me, searching my face as I struggled to look down and avoid his gaze. My heart felt like it was breaking into pieces. I thought... I thought I could make him fall in love with me during those three years together. I believed his feelings would deepen, that he would see me as a woman rather than just a best friend. I was foolish to hope and dream so high. I had failed. No matter how hard I tried, his heart belonged only to his first love, Lexi. "Kelly..." I sucked in a breath and swallowed the pain as I looked at him. I forced a smile. "I need to wash up before eating." He stared into my eyes, trying to figure out what I was thinking. I knew he understood me too well, so I made a concerted effort to hide my pain and smiled back at him. He sighed and let go of my hand. "Okay. I'll wait for you here. Let's eat and go to work together." Together? How cruel could he be? He still wanted us to get along as if he hadn't just asked for a divorce? He wanted us to stay the same right after telling me that his first love was back and he wanted to divorce me? Oh, Pierce, what's going on in your head? If I used to be able to force myself to remain in the role of his best friend, wishing him happiness, I no longer had that courage after the three years we'd shared. There was no way I could endure that kind of torture again, especially now that I was carrying his baby. The baby... I had thought it was good news for us, but now... it felt more like a burden to him, I guess. A burden that would prevent him from pursuing his true love and freedom. I knew how an unwanted child could grow up. My parents divorced even before my mother died, and my father's new family hated me. It hurt like hell. I didn't want my baby to experience that same pain. I needed to keep my child away from it. I forced another smile. "We can't. I need to visit the studio for the photoshoot of our new models..." "I'll go with you--" "No." I pushed his hand away. His eyes followed my hand before he looked up at me again. "You have some documents to sign. Our schedules are already organized, remember?" "But..." "I have a personal driver, Pierce. I'll be fine going alone." He sighed and slowly nodded. I turned my back on him and entered the bathroom. I immediately opened the shower and stood under the cold water. Tears cascaded down my cheeks as I covered my mouth to suppress my sobs. My shoulders trembled violently, and when I thought about my baby, I swallowed hard, trying to calm myself down. I wiped my face and caressed my belly. I needed to be strong. I had to stay calm. I shouldn't put my baby's life at risk just because I got my heart broken. I had to handle this wisely. I took a deep breath and finished my shower. When I got out of the bathroom, I was shocked to see Pierce still there. He was struggling to fix his tie in front of the full-length mirror. I also noticed my pair of heels and dress on the bed. "Hey! I picked your dress for today." Since our marriage wasn't public, Pierce had said he would try to do little things for me as a husband. He did it well, and I used to enjoy these sweet moments, but now, they felt like d**gers to my heart. I grabbed the dress and went into the walk-in closet. I felt him following me. I put the white dress back and picked a red one. When I turned to face him, his forehead was creased. "I prefer red today. I'd feel beautiful in this dress." His eyes landed on the dress I was holding, and his face immediately relaxed. He nodded and walked toward me. "I see. Help me fix this first." I placed my dress on his arm and started adjusting his tie. I could feel his eyes staring intently and it was making my heart beat so fast. I took a deep breath and chewed my bottom lip as I struggled to fix the tie. My vision started to blur again. D**n! "Kelly..." I jumped in shock. "Hmm?" "Are you okay?" I looked at him and smiled. "Yeah." "I have something else to say." I finished fixing his tie, then immediately grabbed the dress from him. I glanced at him before walking past him and said, "Let's just talk some other time. I'm going to be late." I heard him sigh as he followed me again. He's silent the whole time as if he's thinking about something. "You should eat before you leave." I turned to him and nodded. "I will. You should go now." "Kelly, we're on the same page, right?" I stared at him. No, Pierce. We're never on the same page. All of this was just my stupid fantasy. I thought you had feelings for me, and I was so wrong. "If it's about the divorce, I understand everything, Pierce. I know what I have to do. Just give me some time because I'm really busy with the company. I won't run away." "Kelly, I'm not just doing this for myself. I'm doing this for you too. You've been caged with me ever since we got married. I know you're not happy because deep down, you want to find the man you deserve. Someone who will truly love you. Not me. Not someone who's half-hearted." "I understand what you're trying to say, Pierce," I said, trying to turn away, but he held me by the waist, keeping me in place. He did everything he could to capture my gaze, and he succeeded. He looked at me worriedly. "You are my best friend. I don't want to lose you, Kels. You're one of the few people I..." "I know," I said out of frustration. He looked shocked, so I took a breath to calm myself. "I-I know. You don't have to worry. I'm just stressed about work. It's not about our divorce." His lips parted, and he slowly nodded, as if he could finally breathe properly. He walked toward me, and I froze when he gently k*ssed my forehead... "Thank you, Kelly," he whispered. My heart clenched. It had been three years, but I was still such a coward. Why couldn't I just tell him that I loved him? He's my husband, and I'm carrying his baby! If I told him, he might change his mind! I swallowed hard, ready to speak, but his phone rang. I didn't miss the caller ID. Again, it was Lexi. "I gotta go." He scratched his head in apology, and I didn't miss the upturned corners of his mouth. "I called Luke, and he's waiting outside. Eat before you go, okay?" With that, he left our room. The tears I had managed to hold back burst forth again. Why did I think I could have a chance? He had made his choice the moment he asked for a divorce, hadn't he? Whenever it came to Lexi, I was always the one he would abandon. Chapter 3 Kelly's POV--Stiff Upper Lip I entered the studio wearing two-inch red heels and a red dress. Everyone turned to look as I walked down the hallway, greeting me with smiles, but my face remained stoic, not showing any emotions at all. The conversation with Pierce this morning lingered in my mind, but I couldn't let it affect my work. I couldn't fail my work after I had failed my marriage. I took a deep breath to steady myself. However, when I entered the photoshoot room, I could notice everyone was in chaos. "We can't! She's not answering her calls. What should we do? The Vice President is coming today. She'll be furious." "We can just tell her the truth. She's nice." "Not in this situation, Lily! She'll scold us--" "What's happening here?" I asked, stepping further into the room. The staff turned to me with worried expressions, and I knew then that something was wrong. "G-Good morning, Miss Monroe." Miss Monroe. Of course, no one knew that Pierce and I were married except for our families. I felt a pinch in my heart because of that truth. It hurt. I stared at her blankly, "What? "W-We have a problem, Miss Monroe. Miss Chen, our model, has been refusing our calls. She said she heard that we're changing the model, so...she doesn't want to come here. She's even threatening to file a case against us." She bowed her head, and I gritted my teeth, scanning the room. "Where's the marketing manager?" "S-She's still trying to convince Miss Chen, Miss Monroe." I massaged my forehead, squeezing my eyes closed. I grabbed my hair and screamed in so much anger, causing everyone around me to jump in shock. I g**aned, sucking in a breath before looking around. "Miss Monroe..." "What is this, Miss Hayley? You're the marketing manager. What's happening?" "Miss Monroe, I don't know how it happened, but Miss Chen heard that you're changing our model. She's about to file a case against us--" Changing the model? How had I not known about this? Miss Chen had always been a trusted partner, and if not necessary, changing models for a commercial shoot on short notice would only create chaos for the company. I would never allow such a costly mistake. "I never asked for that. You must be mistaken." I cut her off to save the time, "Fix this mess, or I'll have to fire you!" "Miss Monroe... It's Mr. President who ordered the change." Hayley spoke hesitantly. "He instructed us as soon as he returned from his business trip yesterday." The truth hit me hard. Pierce's order? Why hadn't he told me? He used to discuss every major decision with me first. "It shouldn't be..." Confusion clouded my mind. Pierce was not a clueless businessman; he maintained a clear distinction between work and personal matters, which was why he always succeeded. And that was also why he chose to keep our marriage a secret. "Yes, Kelly. I gave the order." The voice pulled me back. "M-Mr. President..." Hayley bowed in respect as the man suddenly appeared behind me. "I think you owe me an explanation, Pierce. About changing the model!" I snapped as I turned to face him. He knew how much effort I had put into securing this project. I hadn't slept well for days, and Miss Chen was the perfect fit for us. He had agreed too. But now... he just changed the model as he liked without informing me in advance. It felt like a hard s**p in the face. "Go ahead with the work. I'll explain it to her." He pacified the staff first, ignoring the anger simmering in my eyes. "Answer me, Pierce! Why did you change the model so suddenly?" I couldn't contain my fury. He touched my shoulder and whispered, "This isn't the place to talk. Let me explain in the car." I glanced around, noticing others sneaking glances at us. I shook off his hand and walked toward the parking lot, my heart growing heavier with each step. I had a sinking feeling I wouldn't like his explanation. "Now, say it," I blurted once we were seated in his car. He stared into my eyes as if weighing my emotions. I looked away again.; I couldn't bear his gaze. I couldn't withstand his eyes that never looked at me the way I wanted him to. He had no feelings for me and it hurt so much. "I-I..." he paused, sighing. "I replaced Miss Chen because Lexi wants to be our model. She's also a good fit, so I agreed--" "What?" I asked in disbelief. He pressed his lips together and looked away, ruffling his hair in frustration before shaking his head and holding my hand. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. It was just so sudden. She asked for a favor, and I couldn't say no." I pulled my hand away, looking at him with a mix of pain and anger. "You can't say no to her, so you'd rather harm the company--our company. You've betrayed me, Pierce." "Kels, come on. You know how much I love her. She's my first love." Painfully, I closed my eyes. Oh yes, she was your first love. She's always the one you want, no matter the cost. As long as she frowns a bit, you turn a blind eye to the pain and effort of others. You're so heartless, Pierce. "Well, you've made your decision. I don't have a say in this since you're the President. Just go. I'll be in the office." I said coldly, opening the car door to leave. "Kelly..." I looked him in the eyes. "Go home early. Let's talk about our divorce at home tonight." Chapter 4 Kelly's POV--Left High and Dry I was playing with the wedding ring on my finger. I told him to go home early, but he didn't come home at all. He wasn't even answering my calls. Well, now Lexi was back; this house was probably not home in his eyes anymore. My eyes turned to my pregnancy report on the table. What a mockery. I was still naive to hold a glimmer of hope that things would be different if I told him about the baby. But forget this baby thing was out of his plan. I wiped away the tears collecting at the corners of my eyes and picked up the report. It was 5 a.m. already when I looked at the clock on the wall. I tried to dial his number again, but it was still busy. What was he busy with? Was he busy staying with Lexi? He must have missed her a lot, didn't he? I didn't remember how I fell asleep. When the alarm clock went off, he didn't come home yet. I sneered at myself as I caught my reflection in the dresser mirror. The dark circles under my eyes were so clear, and my hair was a total mess, looking like a ghost. Suddenly, a wave of nausea flooded my stomach, and I realized I hadn't eaten anything last night. Feeling sick again, I ran to the sink and puked. I spat yellowish liquid, and while I was washing my mouth, I felt a warm hand caressing my back. I immediately lifted my face and met a pair of brown eyes looking at me through the mirror. Standing behind me with a worried expression was my husband, Pierce. I had always been thankful to have him as my best friend and husband, but now... I'm losing him. Hopelessly losing him. "Are you okay? Are you not feeling well? You should've told me." I stared at him through the mirror. "You didn't answer my calls." Guilt flickered in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I had some things to do. I stayed in the office all night." I wiped my face and walked past him. He followed me as I sat in front of the vanity and started combing my hair. "Kels..." "I woke up late. I failed to prepare breakfast." I tried to avoid his eyes. I felt like I would lose my temper and snap at him. There was no moment when I felt his selfishness so clearly as now. He called me his best friend, yet he had never seriously confronted my needs. My feelings. "Kels... you know I'm not asking about this. I'm just worried about your condition..." "Kels, are we still okay?" I stopped combing my hair and slowly met his eyes. Through the mirror, again. Really? He's asking me that? After he offered me a divorce without even asking if I was okay with it? He decided on his own, just because his first love is back. I couldn't believe him. I faked a smile. "I just don't feel well today, Pierce." He immediately squatted beside me, which was not surprising because I knew he truly cared. What surprised me was why he was still doing this after he buried a dagger in my heart. "Are you okay?" He gently touched my forehead and neck. "Are you sick? Tell me how you feel, Kels." "My feelings don't matter," I couldn't help but blurt out. He looked shocked by what I said. When I attempted to avoid him, he grabbed my wrist and made me face him. His face was mirroring his anger now. He was completely lost his patience. "What's wrong with you, Kels? You've been acting like this since yesterday. Is this about Lexi? Or was it because I didn't come home last night?" I looked him in the eyes, annoyed. "You're the one who asked for a divorce! I told you to come back earlier, but you just let me wait the whole night. How do you want me to greet you this morning, Pierce?" He clenched his jaws and shook his head. "Kels, I..." "Enough. We can talk about the divorce after work today." "Kels!" He called and grabbed my shoulders. Confusion and pain were visible in his eyes. "Are you... in love with me?" I was taken aback. In love? Yes! Ever since we were in high school. Ever since he became my best friend. Who wouldn't fall for someone who had been protecting you ever since? But of course, I couldn't tell him. It would only complicate things more. I didn't even want him to pity me. I shook my head and pushed his arms away. "Are you on d**gs? I'm not in love with you." I turned my back on him and entered the bathroom again. I locked it before going to the bathtub. I should focus on myself. I can't let my emotions affect me, but... why are my tears falling again? "You are so pathetic, Kelly! You can't even tell him how you truly feel," I whispered to myself as I wiped my tears angrily. It took me almost an hour to bathe. When I was done, I realized Pierce had already left. I shook my head in disbelief. He's been constantly abandoning me. I can't believe we've reached this point. I thought we were okay. I was so stupid. *** "Good morning, Miss Monroe..." "Good morning, Vice President..." I did not greet anyone back, just like how I used to greet them. I still felt pissed, and my mood seemed off. Irritation could easily take over me, and I couldn't control it. Probably because of Pierce's divorce proposal or because of my pregnancy. I was about to enter my office when I heard two girls talking. "Did you see her? I bet she's Mr. Anderson's girlfriend. They seemed close." My forehead creased. Pierce's girlfriend? "Ah! It's a waste that I didn't see her face, but I feel like it's Miss Lexi." "Lexi? Lexi Gilbert? The model?" "Yes! I bet my whole month's salary on this. They look good together." "Come on! Miss Monroe and Mr. Anderson look better together." "Are you serious? They're best friends. You know, some people are better off just friends. It's Mr. Anderson and Miss Monroe." I squeezed my eyes closed and pushed the door of my office. I slowly closed it and rested my back against it. This is harder than I expected. I took a deep breath and sat in my swivel chair. I opened the computer at the same time a notification popped up on the screen of my phone. My hands started shaking as soon as I saw the notification. It was Pierce's social media update. He uploaded a photo of him and Lexi together, eating in a fancy restaurant. I balled my fists and gritted my teeth. See, Kelly? That's what happens when you step into such a loveless marriage without a second thought. You would only break yourself if you continued on the wrong path. Just get a divorce. Spare him and yourself. Your baby needs a strong mommy... ...... ==== Marrying her best friend was a dream come true for Kelly, but everything truly has a limitation. Pierce is Kelly's first love, but as his best friend, she knew well there was always another woman deep in his heart, Lexi Gilbert. Kelly finally realized their happy marriage of the last three years was just a beautiful dream when Pierce asked for a divorce just because Lexi returned. She could only be his best friend even if she was carrying his baby. Since their friendship had become a cage, Kelly chose to set him free, as well as the miserable herself. But why then, it was Pierce who became the one who refused to move on? To make matters worse, her devil stepbrother also domineeringly stepped in at the same time, asking her to be his. What happens next? How could Kelly save her heart in this battle of love and hate? 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"ęż ęš¨! ęł ě¨ ę°ëʏě ěě§ ě¤ëŠ´ ë¤ íěę° í ęą°ëźęł ěę°íë ëł´ě§? ë í íźë 몝 ë°ęł ëę°ę˛ ë ęą°ěź!" ěë¨ě ě°¨ëśíę˛ ěěšë§ëĽź ë˛ęł íë í íě¨ě´ě ě§íźëĽź ë´ë ¸ë¤. ꡸ëŹě ëŞ¸ë§¤ę° ëëł´ě´ë 매ëí ěěě ě˛ë°ě§ę° ëëŹëŹë¤. ěë¨ě ě경ě ë˛ęł 미ě뼟 ě§ěźëа ęł ěě뼟 ë°ëźë´¤ë¤. "결ě ě íëě´ ë´ëŚŹë ę˛ ěëěŁ . ěě° ě¨ě ě§ě ěę¸°í´ ëłźę˛ě." ęł ěěë ě´ě¤ë˝ę¸°ë§ íë ěë¨ě´ ëęšě§í ěŹě´ě ëśěę¸°ę° í ë¤ëĽ¸ ěŹëěźëĄ ëłě íě ęšě§ ëëź ě ě ë§ëŹ¸ě´ ë§íë¤. ęł ěěę° ě ě ě ě°¨ë ¸ě ë, ěë¨ě ě´ëݏ ě ęľŹëĄ ęą¸ě´ę°ęł ěěë¤. "ě´ë ę°? ëšěĽ ě´ëŚŹ ěě ěëĽě ěëŞ íě§ ëŞťí´!" ęł ěěę° ě댏쳤ë¤. ëśë ¸ě ěŹëĄěĄí ęł ěěë ěëĽëĽź ěěźěĽęł ëŠě´ě ¸ę°ë ěë¨ěę˛ ëěĄë¤. ě˘ ě´ę° ęłľě¤ě íëě´ëа ěë¨ě ěěŹěěŹíę˛ ě§ë쳤ë¤. ęˇ¸ëŚŹęł ë°ěźëĄ ëę°ěë§ě ěŹëš¨ëŚŹ ě í뼟 깸ěë¤. "ęł ěě°ę° ě´ë ěëě§ ěë ¤ě¤." ě¤í 4ěę° ëě ě˝ëě¸ęˇ¸ í ëę° ëĽěíę˛ ęľíľě˛´ěŚě í¤ěšęł ëę°ëа ęł ěëëĄëĽź ě§ěŁźíë¤. "ě°žěě´. ěąěŹ ëꡚěĽě ěë¤. GPS ě¤ě í´ ë¨ě´." ë¸ëٍíŹě¤ ě¤íźěť¤ěě ě˝ę° ëśěí ëŻí 몊ěëŚŹę° íëŹ ëěë¤. "ë¨ě, ěąę¸íę˛ íëíě§ ë§. ęł ěě°ë ęˇ¸ë´ ę°ěšę° ěë ěŹëě´ěź..." ě§ěŚë기ë íęł ě°ěľę¸°ë í ěë¨ě ëěšě ě°í¸ëŚŹëŠ° ë§íë¤. "ęąąě ë§. ë´ę° ě ꡸ëŹę˛ ě´." "꡸ěź..." ě í ë°ëí¸ěě ěíŹě°ě´ ë°ë°íë¤. "ëë íěěë 욨찊í ě ě§ë§, ě´ ě´ ë ë뼟 꾏í´ě¤ ěŹëě´ ęł ěě°ëźë 깸 ěę˛ ë ě´íëĄ ěě í ëŹëźěĄěě. ë¤ ę°ěšëĽź ěěëł´ě§ ëŞťíë ěŹë ë돸ě ě ěě ě íŹěíë ¤ë ęą°ěź? ꡸ ěŹëě ěí´ ě§ě§ ě ëśęłź ëĽë Ľęšě§ ě¨ę¸°ęł ... ë체 ě ꡸ëŹë ęą´ë°?" "꡸ë§í´!" ěë¨ě´ ě댏쳤ë¤. "꡸ ěŹë ë돸ě ꡸ëŹë ęą° ěëěź. ë, ě°ëŚŹ ě§ě ěíŠě´ ě§ę¸ ěźë§ë ëłľěĄíě§ ěěě." ěíŹě°ě´ ë¨ě§ ꡸ë ę° ęąąě ëźě íë ë§ě´ëźë 깸 ꚨëŤęł ěë¨ě 몊ě댏뼟 ëŽěˇë¤. "ęąąě ë§. ęˇ¸ëĽ ě´íźíë ¤ęł ęˇ¸ëŹë ęą°ëęš." "ë? ë§ěěŹ..." ěíŹě°ě´ í ě댏뼟 ëë¤. ěíŹě°ě´ í° ě댏뼟 ë´ę¸° ě ě ěë¨ě ěŹëš¨ëŚŹ ě í뼟 ëěë¤. ꡸ë ë ěě ě ě¸ę˛ ë°ěźëа 미ě뼟 ě§ěë¤. ěë¨ě ěě ę°ëĄë§ęł ěë ëśę°í°ëĽź ëĽěíę˛ íźí ë¤ě ëš ëĽ¸ ěëëĄ ëŹë ¤ëę°ę¸° ěěíë¤. íí¸, ę˛ěě ëśę°í°ě ëˇě˘ěě ěě ë¨ěę° ě°¨ę°ě´ 몊ěëŚŹëĄ ë§íë¤. "ě˝ëě¸ęˇ¸ëĽź ë°ëźę°. ë°ě˛ěŁźěę˛ ë¤ě ęľě°¨ëĄěě ě 차뼟 ë§ěźëźęł ěë ¤." ëšěë ě°¨ ěë뼟 ëě´ëа ë¨ëŚŹë 몊ěëŚŹëĄ ëŹźěë¤. "ëíë, ě ě°¨ę° ëŹ´ě¨ ëŹ¸ě ëźë ěěľëęš?" ë¨ěë ëąě 기ëęł ě ě ě ě´ě§ ë˛ëŚŹëë ě¤ěźęą°ë ¸ë¤. "ě¤ëë§ě´ěź, í¸ëźě´ě¸í¸." ě 2í ꡸ë ë í¸ëźě´ě¸í¸ í¸ëźě´ě¸í¸? ě´ě ěě ěě ěë ě¨ě§íě ëëź ěě°íë¤. ěë ę° ě¸ë꡸ëźě´ë ë ě´ěą ëíš ěě뼟 ěĽě í늰 ěąíźě¸ěźëĄ íě˝íë ě ě¤ě ě¸ ęˇ¸ í¸ëźě´ě¸í¸ę° ě ěŹëě´ëźęł ? í¸ëźě´ě¸í¸ë 3ë ě ě íě ë ěě´ ěŹëźě§ě§ ěěěë? í¸ëźě´ě¸í¸ę° ě ě§ę¸ ę°ě기 Aěě ëíë 깸ęš? ę˛ë¤ę° ě¸ë ¨ë ě˝ëě¸ęˇ¸ě ě´ě ěë ěŹěąě¸ ę˛ ę°ěë¤. ꡸ëŹë ëˇě˘ěě ěě ë¨ěę° íě ě ë´ě ë§íě ě¨ě§íě ě돴 ë§ë íě§ ěěë¤. ꡸ë ěě ę°ë ě°¨ě ě¨ě í ě§ě¤í늰 ě ë ëěšě§ ěě ęą°ëź ę˛°ěŹíë¤. ěë¨ě ëśę°í°ëĽź ěśěí늴ě ěźěŞ˝ ěŹě´ë 미ëŹëĽź íęš ëł´ëŠ° ëě´ě ě°í¸ë ¸ë¤. ꡸ë ë ë¸ëٍíŹě¤ ě´ě´í°ě ëë댏늰 ě°¨ëśí늴ěë ë¨í¸í 몊ěëŚŹëĄ ë§íë¤. "íŹě°ě, ěěąě ě ěí´. 8ě ë°ŠíĽě ëśę°í°ę° ë°ëźě¤ęł ěě´. 차죟뼟 íě¸í´ě¤." ěíŹě°ě ëšíŠíě§ë§ ěŹëš¨ëŚŹ ꡸ë ě ë§ě ë°ëë¤. 차죟뼟 ěěë¸ ęˇ¸ë ë íě¨ě ěŹëа ě´ě´í°ě ëęł ë§íë¤. "ë°°ě¨ ę°ëʏě ě°¨ěź. ě´ ě°¨ 죟ě¸ě... ë°°ëí¤ě´ěź!" ěë¨ě ëěë ëë 기ěě´ ěë Ľíë¤. "ë§ë ě ëź. ě´ëťę˛ ěë ěŹě´ěź?" ěíŹě°ě´ ëšíŠí ëŻ ë§íë¤. "ě§ëëŹ í´ě¸ ę¸ěľ ě¤ěŹě§ ě¸ ě¤í¸ëŚŹí¸ěě ëěěë¤ë ěěě ë¤ěě´. ě´ëݏ Aě뼟 ë¤ě§ě´ ëěęł ě¤ëë ę°ëŹ¸ë¤ ěŹě´ě ęśë Ľ 꾏ëęšě§ ë°ężëěë." ěíŹě°ě´ ë§ě¤ě´ë¤ę° ěěŹě¤ëŹě´ ëŻě´ 돟ěë¤. "ë, ë°°ě¨ ęˇ¸ëŁš ěŹëě´ë ë... ěěě´?" "ěź!" ěë¨ě´ ë¸ëٍíŹě¤ ě´ě´í°ě ëë댏늰 체ë í ëŻ ë§íë¤. "ě돴댏 ëëźë ꡸ ě ëëĄ ěěŹě´ ë§ě§ë ěě. ę˛ë¤ę° ě§ë 3ë ëě ëë Aěě ěěë¤ęł . í´ě¸ëĄ ěŹíě ę° ëë§ë¤ íě ě´ ë¨ę¸°ě§ ěěźë ¤ęł , ě ëś ě쥰ęšě§ í늴ě ë¤ë ě´. ěźë§ë ë˛ęą°ëĄě´ë°. ë´ę° ë°°ě¨ ęˇ¸ëŁš ěŹëë¤ě ęą´ë댴 ěę°ě´ë ěěě ę˛ ę°ě?" ěíŹě°ě ěě ě ě¤ě뼟 ꚨëŤęł ěëëŹ ë§íë¤. "ë§ě, ě´ę˛ ë¤ ęł ěě° ë돸ě´ěź. ꡸ ěŹëë§ ěëěě´ë ëë..." "ëě´. ëśę°í°ě ě¤ë§í¸ ěě¤í ě ě겊ěźëĄ í´íší ě ěěęš? ě§ę¸ ëšěĽ í´ę˛°íě§ ěěźëŠ´ ë°°ëí¤ě ë´ę° íěĽěě ęł ěě°ëĽź ěĄë 깸 ëł´ę˛ ë ęą°ěź." ěë¨ě ë¤ě 밹미ëŹëĽź íë ěłë¤ë´¤ë¤. ëśę°í°ę° ě ě ë 깰댏뼟 ě˘í늰 ë¤ę°ě¤ęł ěěë¤. "ě ëź!" ěíŹě°ě´ 긴ë°í 몊ěëŚŹëĄ ë§íë¤. "ěë ěë 모ë ë ë¤ ëŹë ¤ěë ě°¨ěź. ë¨ěí ěě¤í ě ě¤ë¨íë ę˛ë§ěźëĄë í¨ęłźę° ěë¤ęł !" ěë¨ě ě´ë§ëĽź ëěą ě¸ę˛ ě°í¸ëŚŹëŠ° ě ě ě´ë ¤ë ěę° ěíŹě°ě´ ę°ě기 ë¤ę¸í 몊ěëŚŹëĄ ë§íë¤. "ë¨ě, ěë ëŚěś°! 2íŹëĄëŻ¸í° ě ęľě°¨ëĄěě ë°ëŚŹěźě´ëę° ěłě ¸ ěě´!" 먟ě§ě ěí´ëĄ ë¤ěě¸ ěę°ę° 깡íęł ěę¸¸ě´ ëëŹëě, ěë¨ě ě§ěŚě ë´ëа ë§íë¤. "ě ë§ ëŠě§ ę´ę˛˝ě´ë¤." ëš ëĽ¸ ěëëĄ ëŹëŚŹë ě˝ëě¸ęˇ¸ë ęł§ ěěě ë¤ęšě§ ëťě ë°ëŚŹěźě´ëě ę°í ëŠěś ěë°ě ěěë¤. ěë¨ě ěě¤íí¸ ëëĄ ěěě ěě í ęśě§ě ëŞ°ëŚŹęł ë§ěë¤. ꡸ë ě ěěë ě¤íŹě¸ ěš´ 6ëę°, ꡸ë ë¤ěë ëśę°í°ę° ěíëšëšíę˛ ę°ëĄë§ęł ě ěěë¤. ꡸ë ë ě˘ěě 기ëěě íĽëݏëĄë¤ë ëŻě´ ëěšě ěšěźěŹë ¸ë¤. ě ëě ěë íëźëŚŹě ě´ě ěę° ëŹ´ëŚŹě ě°ëë¨¸ëŚŹę° ëśëŞ íë¤. ꡸ë ěë¨ěę˛ ě°¨ěě ë´ë ¤ ëí뼟 ëëěęł ěě§íë¤. ꡸ëźěë ëśęľŹíęł ěë¨ě ěě ě 밹미ëŹě ëšěš ëśę°í°ě ęł ě ëě´ ěěë¤. ęą°ëŚŹę° ëŠě´ě ě´ě ěě ěźęľ´ě´ ę˛¨ě° ëł´ěë¤. ëˇě˘ěě ěě ë°°ëí¤ě 모ěľě ě˝ę° ę°ë ¤ě ¸ ěěě§ë§, ě´ě§ ëł´ě´ë ę˛ě ě ěĽě ěŹě í ěěě ě¸ ěě°ëźëĽź ë´ëżęł ěěë¤. ě¨ě§íě ě˝ëě¸ęˇ¸ę° íě°¸ ëě ěě§ě´ě§ ěë ę˛ě ëł´ęł ëˇě˘ěě íë 보늰 ë§íë¤. "ëíë, ë°ě˛ěŁźëĽź ěěźě ěľě§ëĄ ëě´ë´ëŚŹëźęł í ęšě?" ë°°ëí¤ě ë¤ëŚŹëĽź ęźŹęł ěě ě¤ě§ ěę°ë˝ě ëźěě§ íŹëĽ´ë§ëڰ ë°ě§ëĽź 돴ěŹíę˛ ë댏늰 ë§íë¤. "기ë¤ë ¤." ë°°ëí¤ě ëęşźě´ ě°¨ě°˝ ëë¨¸ëĄ ěě°¨ě í ěë¨ęłź ěě ě ë§ěŁźěšë ëŻíë¤. ꡸ë ěę˛ ěěě í°ë¨ë ¸ë¤. 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"ě 쪽ěě 먟ě ěëš ęą¸ěěě. ęˇ¸ëŚŹęł ě íë ë ě긴ë¤ęł ëŹëźě§ ę˛ ëěź?" ꡸ë ę° ë ë ë¤ěë ěëě°¨ ë°í´ę° ę¸ę˛Šíę˛ í´ě íë ë ěš´ëĄě´ ěëŚŹę° íě°¸ ëě ęłľě¤ě ë§´ëěë¤. ěŹëŹ´ě¤ëĄ ëěě¨ ë°ě˛ěŁźë ę˛ě ě§ëŚŹ ěźęľ´ëĄ ë°°ëí¤ě ë§ěŁźíë¤. "ěŁěĄíŠëë¤, ëíë. í¸ëźě´ě¸í¸ëĽź ë§ë ë° ě¤í¨íěľëë¤. ě´ë¤ ë˛ě´ë ëŹę˛ ë°ę˛ ěľëë¤." ë°°ëí¤ě ë°ëĽëśí° ě˛ěĽęšě§ ëżë 읤ë¤ë 창돸 ěě ěě Aě뼟 ë´ë ¤ë¤ë´¤ë¤. ꡸ě ěě ě í 깴돟ě ęł ě ëě´ ěěë¤. "꡸ ě˝ëě¸ęˇ¸, ęł ě¨ ę°ëŹ¸ęłź ę´ë ¨ě´ ěë?" ě¨ě§íě ěŹëš¨ëŚŹ íë¸ëŚżě 쥰ěí늰 ëëľíë¤. "기ëĄě ë°ëĽ´ëŠ´ ě´ ě°¨ë 3ë ě ě 꾏ě í ę˛ěźëĄ, ěŁźëĄ ęł ěě° ě¨ě ꡸ě ěë˛ě§ę° ěŹěŠíěľëë¤." ě¨ě§íě ě ě ëŠěšŤíëë ęłěí´ě ë§íë¤. "ě¤ë ꡸ 차뼟 몏 ęą´ ęł ě¨ě° ě¨ě ěë´, ěë¨ě´ëźë ěŹëě¸ë°... ꡸ëśě´ í¸ëźě´ě¸í¸ěź 댏ë ěě´ě." ë°ě˛ěŁźę° ě˝ě¸ę˛ ě¨ě§íě ë§ě ę°ëĄë§ěë¤. "ë§ë ě ëźě! ě¨ ëšěëë ꡸ ěŹěę° ë°ëŚŹěźě´ë뼟 ě´ëťę˛ ëśěëě§ ëł´ě ¨ěěě. ꡸ ěŹěę° í¸ëźě´ě¸í¸ę° ěëëźëŠ´, ě´ëťę˛ ęˇ¸ë° ęą¸ í´ëź ě ěę˛ ěľëęš? í¸ëźě´ě¸í¸ę° í댟ěě´ě!" ęłěí´ě ë°ě´í°ëĽź ě´íźë ě¨ě§íě íě ě´ ęľłě´ěĄë¤. "기ëĄě ë°ëĽ´ëŠ´, ěë¨ ě¨ë ěí ě ěěŹ ěŹěĽě ë¸ëĄ, íë˛í ě§ě ěśě ě ëë¤. ě´ë¨¸ëë ěźě° ëěę°ě ¨ęł , ěë˛ě§ě ěŹíź í ě´ëłľ ě¤ëš ě ě´ëłľ ě¸ëę° ě기ë ë°ëě ęł ëąíęľëĽź ꡸ë§ëęł ë¤ëĽ¸ ëěëĄ ě´ěŹí´ěź íěľëë¤. ęˇ¸ë° ěŹëě´ ě´ëťę˛ ë ¸ëŚ°ě° ę˛˝ěŁźěě ě°ěšęšě§ ęą°ë¨¸ěĽ ë ě´ěę° ë ě ěěěęšě?" ë§ëŹ¸ě´ ë§í ë°ě˛ěŁźë 본ëĽě ěźëĄ ë°°ëí¤ěę˛ëĄ ěě ě ëë ¸ë¤. í¤ę° í¤ěš í ë°°ëí¤ě ěĄ´ěŹ ě체ë§ěźëĄë ěëě ě¸ ěĄ´ěŹę°ě ëëŹë´ęł ěěë¤. ë°°ëí¤ě 돴ěŹí íí í댽 ěęłëĽź ë§ě§ě깰댏늰 ëŹę¸ěě´ ěěě í°ë¨ë ¸ë¤. ꡸ě ę°ěě¤ë° ěěě ęłě ěë ë ěŹëě ëŞ¸ě´ ě¤ěší´ëŹë¤. "ë¤ě 죟ě ěě íí°ě ęł ě¨ ę°ëʏě ě´ëí´." ě˝ëě¸ęˇ¸ë ěąěŹ ëęˇšěĽ ëŹ¸ ë°ěě ëźěľ ě댏뼟 ë´ëа ëŠěˇë¤. ě¸ë ¨ëęł ěšěí ěˇě ě ęł ě˝ëě¸ęˇ¸ěě ë´ë ¤ 먟ě§ę° ěěąí 길ě 깸ě´ě¤ë ěë¨ě 모ěľě ë ě´ě ęł ěě°ę° ěęł ěë ëł´ěě ě¸ ěŁźëśę° ěëěë¤. ęł ěě°ę° ě§ěŚě ë´ëа ě´ëěě§ íě ěźëĄ ě댏쳤ë¤. "ěë¨..." ěë¨ě ěĽë기 ę°ëí늴ěë ěíě ě¸ ëŻ¸ě뼟 ě§ëë ěëě°¨ ě´ě 뼟 ę°ëłę˛ íë¤ëа ęł ěě°ëĽź íĽí´ ë¤ę°ę°ë¤. "ěëí ęł ëíëě ë´ě°ë ě˝ěí¸ ëł´ëŹ ę° ěę°ě ěěźëŠ´ě ě´íźí ěę°ě ěěźě ę° ë´ě. ꡸ëě ë´ę° ě§ě ě´íź ěëĽëĽź ë¤ęł ěěŁ ." ëłí¨ěě´ íě§ě°ëĽź ę°ě¸ęł ëë ęł ěě°ě 모ěľě ěë¨ě ěĄ°ę¸ ěě¸í´ěĄë¤. ěë¨ě´ ě ě¸íë¤. "ęł ěě°, ꡸ë ę˛ ěŹëíë ěŹë ęłě ěęł ěśěźëŠ´, ě´íź ěëĽě ěëŞ íęł ěŹě°ě ëę°ě´ ëëëëĄ íě. íě§ë§ ë¨ í íźě´ëźë ě ę˛ ěŁźëŠ´ ě´íźě ëěíě§ ěě ęą°ěź. ꡸ë ę˛ ë늴 ëšě ęłź ëšě ě ě°ě¸ě íěě ëśëĽě´ëźë ë§ě ë¤ěźëа ě´ ě ë°ě ěę˛ ëę˛ ě§." ě 3í ë´ ëšě°¸í ę˛°íź ěíęłź í¨ęť 욨몰íě´ ęł ěě°ë íěě ěě˘ ě ě´ęł ë¤ëٍ揰 ěŹě´ ěë´ę° ě´ë ę˛ ëłí ě¤ě ě í ěěíě§ ëŞťíë¤. "ęż ęš¨!" ęł ěě°ę° ě§ěŚě ë´ëа ě´ëěě§ íě ěźëĄ ě댏쳤ë¤. "꡸ë§í´, ěë¨. ë´ ę´ěŹě ë기 ěí´ě ě´ë° ě§ě íë ęą°ëźëŠ´ ě´ě ęˇ¸ë§ ëŹ." ęˇ¸ę° ę˛˝ęł íë ëŻí ëëšěźëĄ ë§íë¤. "꡸ë´ěëĄ ë ě ě´ ë¨ě´ě§ ëżě´ëźęł ." ěë¨ě ě˛ěěźëĄ ęł ěě°ę° ěě ě ëí´ ě ěë ëŻě´ ě ëŠëëĄ ë§íě íĽëŻ¸ëĽź ëęźë¤. "ë ě기íëë° ę°ě ě기ë ě ęşźë´? ě겚ě§ë ěě?" ěë¨ě ë ěŹëě íĽí´ ěąę¸ ěěźëа ęł ěě°ëĽź íĽí´ ë ěš´ëĄę˛ ë§íë¤. "íě§ě° ě¨ę° ꡸ë ę˛ ě˘ěěźëŠ´ ë°ëźě í´ě¸ëĄ ę°ë˛ëŚŹě§ ęˇ¸ëŹě´? ě ëě 결íźí ęą°ěź? ꡸ ě ëëĄ ěŹëě´ ęšě§ë ěěë ëł´ě§?" ꡸ë ě ë§ě ě 곥ě ě°ëڰ ęł ěě°ę° ěŹëš¨ëŚŹ ëëľíë¤. "í ěë˛ě§ę° ęł ě¨ ęˇ¸ëŁšě ě´ěŠí´ ë뼟 íë°íë ęą° ěěě. ꡸ë ě§ ěęł ěěź ë´ę° ě§ě°ę° ë ëë 깸 ę°ë§í ěěě ě§ěźë´¤ě 댏ę°..." "꡸ëŹëęš, ë ë돸ě´ëźë ęą°ěě?" ěë¨ě´ ë ěš´ëĄę˛ ë°ë°íë¤. "ęˇ¸ëź ęˇ¸ ě§ě í ěŹëě´ëźë ę˛ë ęł ě¨ ę°ëʏě ěŹě° ěě ěěěë ě돴ę˛ë ěë ęą°ë¤?" ěë¨ě´ 쥰륹íëŻě´ ěěë¤. "ęł ěě° ě¨, ěŹë ë°ě 모뼴ë ěšě ë¨ě¸ ě˛ ě˘ ęˇ¸ë§í´!" 모ëě ěěě ěě ě ěě ě´ ë°íě§ě, ęł ěě°ě ěźęľ´ě´ ë˛ę˛ę˛ ëŹěěŹëë¤. ꡸ë íě§ě°ę° ëě ěŹë ¤ ęšě 몊ěëŚŹëĄ ěŹëš¨ëŚŹ ꡸뼟 ëłí¸í기 ěěíë¤. "ěë¨ ě¨, ěě° ě¨ě ë´ ěŹě´ëĽź ꡸ë ę˛ íě´ëěźę˛ ě´ě? ěě° ě¨ë ěě° ě¨ ëëŚëëĄě ě´ě ę° ěěě ęą°ěě." ꡸ëŹëŠ´ě íě§ě°ë ě미ěŹěĽí늴ěë ëë°ě ě¸ ëëšěźëĄ ěë¨ě ë§ěŁźë´¤ë¤. "ěë¨ ě¨, ěŹě° ëśí ěě ë ë§ě ě´ëě 보기 ěí´ ëě ěě° ě¨ě ę´ęłëĽź ě´ę°ě§íë ¤ë ęą° ë¤ ěěě. ě ě´ě ěë¨ ě¨ë ëě 몊ě ěźëĄ 결íźí ęą°ěěě?" ꡸ë ě ë§ě ěë¨ě ëí ęł ěě°ě íě¤ę°ě ëěą ěť¤ěĄë¤. "ęˇ¸ë´ ě¤ ěěě´! ëšě ě ě¸ě ë ěěŹě´ ë§ěě§. ě´ëݏ 2ěľ ěĄę¸íęł , ꡸ ěě°ëë ęł§ ëšě ëŞ ěę° ë ęą°ěź. ęł ě¨ ę°ëʏěę˛ ęˇ¸ë° ę˛ěݤě ě˝ę˛ í´ëź ě ěë ěźě´ěź. ëšě ë¤ ę°ěĄąě˛ëź íě°Žě ě§ěě´ ěëëęš..." "꡸ ě ëëĄë ě ëě§!" ěë¨ě ęł ěě°ëĽź ë°ëźëł´ëа ë ěš´ëĄę˛ ë°ë°íë¤. "ëšě ě ěľë§ěĽěěź. ě°ëŚŹě ęłľë ěŹě°ęłź ě°¨, ëśëě°ě 모ë ęł ë ¤í늴 ěľěí ě˛ ěľě ě¤ěźě§. ě§ę¸ ëšě ëëę° ě¤ ě¤ęł ěě°ëëĄ í ěšë ¤ęł íë ęą°ěź?" ěë¨ě ë ěš´ëĄě´ ěě ě´ íě§ě°ěę˛ëĄ íĽíě, ꡸ë ë 본ëĽě ěźëĄ 몸ě ěě¸ ë ¸ë¤. "ë´ę° ě몝 본 ę˛ ěëëźëŠ´, ëšě ě ě¸ě´ íęł ěë ëŞŠęą¸ě´ ę°ę˛Šě´ ěľě 2ěľě´ ëě§ ěë?" ęł ěě°ë íě§ě°ě ěě ë§ěě늰 ë§íë¤. "ěë¨, ëśëëŹě´ ě¤ë 몰ëź? ě§ě°ě 몊깸ě´ë ë´ę° ě 돟í ęą°ěź. ëë°ě 모뼴ë ëšě ęłźë ëŹëŚŹ ěěíęł ě°Ší ěŹěëźęł !" ěë¨ě ęł ę°ëĽź ëëě´ëа ë°ë°íë¤. "꡸ëŹëęš, ë 죟기 ěŤë¤ ě´ęą°ě§, ě§ę¸?" ꡸ ë§ęłź í¨ęť ꡸ë ë ëěěě ě˝ëě¸ęˇ¸ě ë¤ě ěŹëźíë¤. 모ëę° ęˇ¸ë ě íëě ěěí´í늰 ě§ěźëł´ęł ěě ë, ě¤íŹě¸ ěš´ ěě§ě ęľěě´ ęłľę¸°ëĽź ę°ëĽ´ëа ě¸ë ¤íźěĄë¤. 매ëí ę˛ěě ěíźěš´ę° ë ě íě´ě˛ëź ěěźëĄ ëŹë ¤ëę°ëа, í ëš ęłë¨ě ë°ëź ë´ë ¤ę° 돴ëëĄ ęł§ěĽ ëě§íë¤. "ěž !" ë°ŠěŹíęł ěë ęł ěě°ě íě§ě°ë íŠë 댏ë ë돴 íí¸ě ëŽě´ ě°ęł ë§ěë¤. íě§ě°ë ë ěš´ëĄě´ ëšëŞ ě ě§ë ęł , ęł ěě°ë ëśë ¸ę° ěšë°ě´ ěŹëź ě댏쳤ë¤. "ěë¨, í ë˛ë§ ë ě´ëŹëŠ´ ę°ë§í ëě§ ěě..." íě§ë§ ěë¨ě ꡸ě ěśŠęł ëĽź ěě í 돴ěíë¤. ꡸ë ë 차뼟 íě§í늰 돴ëěě ěě 깰댏뼟 ëęł ëŠěś° ě¸ě ë¤. "ęł ěě° ě¨, ë¤ě í ë˛ ëŹźěę˛. ěŹě° ëśí í ęą°ěź, ë§ ęą°ěź?" ꡸ë ę° ę¸´ěĽě´ í˝í˝í ëśě기뼟 ëŤęł ě댏쳤ë¤. ěě§ě ęľěě ęł ěě°ě ěźęľ´ě´ ěíěę˛ ě§ë ¸ë¤. ěíě ě¸ ě°¨ě ě´ë§ě´ë§í ěë¨ě 쥴ěŹę°ě ě§ë댰 ꡸ë ëŻ¸ě˛ íěśí ěę°ěĄ°ě°¨ 몝íęł ě ě댏ě ěźě´ëśěë¤. ꡸ë 경ëšëĽź ëśëĽ´ë ¤ęł íě§ë§, 경ëšěęłź ěŹëë¤ě 모ë ę˛ě ě§ë ¤ ëë§ę°ęł ěěë¤. ě´ ëěš ěíŠěěë ě¸ ěŹëë§ě´ ë¨ě ěěë¤. ěë¨, ěě í 미ěłë˛ë ¸ë¤! ěë¨ě ę˛ě ě§ëڰ ęł ěě°ě íě§ě°ě ěźęľ´ě ëł´ęł ë§ěĄąě¤ëŹě´ 미ě뼟 ě§ěë¤. 돴ěě´ ěě§ ěëŚŹę° ëěą ěť¤ě§ëë ęł ěě°ě ęłľíŹě ě§ëڰ ěě ěëě ěëě°¨ë ë¤ě í ë˛ ëŹ´ë뼟 íĽí´ ëě§íë¤! "ěěě´! ëšě ë§ëëĄ ěŹě° ëśí í늴 ëěě!" ě°¨ë 돴ëěě ëŞ ěźí°ëŻ¸í° ë¨ě´ě§ ęłłěě ę˛¨ě° ëŠěˇë¤. ě ë˛íźę° ěěŹěěŹíę˛ ëŹ´ë뼟 ě¤ěš ëťíë¤. ěë¨ě ě´ě ëëëëí´ě§ ě°¨ 돸ě ë°ëĄ ë°ě°¨ęł 욨찊íę˛ ě°¨ěě ë´ë ¤ íě§ąě ë ěą ë¨ęł ěë ë ěŹëě ë§ěŁźëł´ěë¤. ęł ěě°ë ěŹí¸íĄě í늰 íě ěŹě ëě°žěźë ¤ęł ě ěźë¤. "íě§ë§ ë¤ě 죟ęšě§ 기ë¤ë ¤ěź í´. ě´ë˛ 죟ë§ě í ěë˛ě§ ěě ě´ěź. ěě§ě ě´íź ěěě ě í ě ěě´." ęł íë í ěë˛ě§ë ě¸ě ë ěë¨ěę˛ ěšě íęł , ꡸ë ěě ꡸ě ěěźě ë§ěš ěę°ě ěěë¤. ěë¨ě ě´ęš¨ëĽź ěźěąí늰 ë§íë¤. "ě¤ë ě˝ěě ęź ě§ěź. ě´ë ę˛ ë§ě ëě´ ě°ëŚŹëĽź 죟몊íë ę°ě´ë° ęł ě¨ ę°ëʏě íęłěę° ę°í ěę¸°ę° ë´ëąě ë§ě ë˛ëłľíě§ë ěę˛ ě§?" ꡸ë ě ë§ě ë°ë°í ě ěěë ęł ěě°ë ě˘ě í´ě ě´ëĽź ě 돟ěë¤. ěë¨ě ëŞ ęą¸ě ěěźëĄ ëěę°, íě§ě°ëĽź ě§ëěšęł ęł ěě°ěę˛ ěě ě ęł ě í늰 ę°ëłę˛ í뼟 ě°źë¤. "ěŹě¤, ě ě°¨ë ě˛ěě 돴ëě ëśëŞíě ë ë˛ě¨ ë§ę°ěĄě´. ęˇ¸ëĽ ëšě ě ëëźę˛ íë ¤ęł ěě§ě ěźëěě ëżě´ěź. ě´ě°¨íź ëśëŞíě§ë 몝íě ęą°ěź." ęł ěě°ë 윊겊ě ëě´ íëĽęˇ¸ëěĄë¤. ěë¨ě ëěšě ěšěź ěŹëŚŹęł ëšęźŹëŻě´ ë§íë¤. "ëšě ę°ě ěŹëěę˛ ęˇ¸ë ę˛ ě˘ě 차뼟 íëšíë¤ë." ë§ě´ ëë ꡸ë ë ë길 í ë˛ ěŁźě§ ěęł ë°ěźëĄ ëę°ë¤. ęł ěě°ë ě ě ě 몝 ě°¨ëŚŹęł ęˇ¸ ě댏ě ě ě ëŠíë ě ěěë¤. ěěę°ě ë돴 ë§ě ěźě´ ë˛ě´ě ¸ ë°ěë¤ě´ë ë° ěę°ě´ íěíë¤. ꡸ë ěë¨ě´ ë ëë ę˛ě ëł´ęł ěěź 3ë ëě íë˛íë ěë´ę° ěě ë ëŞ¨ëĽ´ęł ěěë ě¨ę˛¨ě§ ë§¤ë Ľě´ ěě ęą°ëźë ěę°ě´ ë¤ěë¤. "ë¤ ë ë돸ě´ěě, ěě° ě¨! ë뼟 ëł´í¸íë ¤ íě§ë§ ěěě´ë ęˇ¸ë° í°ëŹ´ëěë ě꾏뼟 ě ë ë¤ě´ěŁźě§ ěěě í ë°!" íě§ě°ë ęł ěě°ě ěˇęšě ëśěĄęł ë¨ëŚŹë 몊ěëŚŹëĄ ë§íë¤. ꡸ë ę° ë돟ě ëł´ě´ě ęł ěě°ë ë¤ě ꡸ë ěę˛ëĄ ěě ě ęł ě íë¤. ęł ěě°ë íě§ě°ëĽź ëě´ěęł ëśëë˝ę˛ ěëĄí기 ěěíë¤. "ë¤ íě´ ěëěź. ë¤ ěěŹ ë§ě ě ěŹě íě´ě§. ë´ę° ë°ŠěŹí íě í ěę¸°ę° ěíë 깸 ě꾏íë¤ë." íě§ě°ë ë돟ě ę¸ě˝ě´ëа ꡸뼟 ěŹë ¤ë¤ë´¤ë¤. "ě´ě ě°ëŚŹ ě´ëĄí´ě? ëšě ě´ ě¤ëŤëě ěŹíě 기ě¸ěŹ ęł ě¨ ęˇ¸ëŁšě 경ěí ëëśě ě§ę¸ě ěŹě°ě ěě í ě ěę˛ ë ęą´ë°, ě ěŹěë ě돴ę˛ë ě íěěě. ęˇ¸ë° ěŹěę° ëšě ěŹě°ě ě ë°ě ę°ě ¸ę°ë¤ëě?" íě§ě°ë ě ě ě ꚨ돟ěë¤. "ëë ě´ë¤ ěíŠěë ëšě ě ě§ě§í ęą°ěě. íě§ë§ ě´ë° ëśëší ěźě´ ë˛ě´ě§ë 깸 ę°ë§ ëęł ëłź ěë ěě´ě. ěě° ě¨ ě´ë¨¸ëě ëëě´ ě´ ě기뼟 ë¤ěźëŠ´ ë§ě´ íëě¤ í ë°ě." ęł ěě°ë ě˝ěěě 쳤ë¤. "ě°ě ěę˛ ë¤ęł ë íě§ë§, ěěí ë°ëź ě¤ ěë ěě§." ěěëźěĽě´ ë ęˇšěĽ ë°ěě ěë¨ě ěíŹě°ěę˛ ě í뼟 깸ěë¤. "ěąěŹ ëꡚěĽěźëĄ ë°ëŚŹëŹ ěŹ ě ěě´?" ěíŹě°ě´ ěěí´í늰 돟ěë¤. "ě˝ëě¸ęˇ¸ ëęł ę°ěě?" ěě ě ěě ë´ë ¤ë¤ëł¸ ěë¨ě ěĄ°ę¸ ě ě 윊ë ë돸ě ě긴 ěě˛ëĽź ë°ę˛Źíë¤. ěě˛ë ěěě§ë§ ëę˛ íźě ¸ ěěęł , ě´ě ë íźę° ë기 ěěíë¤. "ë´ ëšě°¸í ę˛°íź ěíęłź í¨ęť 욨몰íě´." ě 4í ë°°ě¨ ę°ëʏě ě°í ě´ëěĽ ęˇ¸ íë§ë ë§ě ë´ę¸´ ëťě ě´í´í ěíŹě°ě ěę° ě¨ě´ ëŠë ëŻíë¤. í¸ę¸°ěŹě´ ě긴 ꡸ë ë ěŹëš¨ëŚŹ ě°¨ í¤ëĽź ěąę˛¨ ěë¨ě ë°ëŚŹëŹ ëę°ë¤. ěíŹě°ě´ ęł ěëëĄëĽź ë°ëź ě§ěŁźíë íëźëŚŹ ěěě 믿ě ě ěë¤ë ëŻě´ ě¸ěł¤ë¤. "꡸ ëě°í 읤íě ęˇ¸ëĽ ë¤ě´ë°ě§ ꡸ëŹě´?" ěë¨ě 욨찊íę˛ ěě˛ëĽź ěšëŁí늴ě ëëľíë¤. "ë˛ě ě´ę¸°ě§ ěë í¸ě´ ě˘ěźëęš." ěíŹě°ě ë§ëŹ¸ě´ ë§íë¤. ꡸ë ë ěë¨ě´ ě´ ëí뼟 꺟댰ë¤ë ę˛ě ꚨëŤęł ěŹëš¨ëŚŹ 죟ě 뼟 ë°ęż¨ë¤. "ě, ꡸ ěě ě°í ë§ě´ěź. ë íšëł ę˛ě¤í¸ëĄ ě´ëë°ěěě. ě´ë˛ěë ę° ęą°ě§?" ěë¨ě´ ëëľí기ë ě ě ěíŹě°ě´ ë§íë¤. "ě´ě°¨íź ě´íźí ęą°ěě. ě´ě ꡸ ëŠě˛í ęł ěě°íí ë ě´ě ě¨ę¸¸ íě ěě§ ěě?" ěíŹě°ě´ ě ě ě죽 ë´ë°ëа ë§ëśěë¤. "ě´ë˛ ě°í ě¤ëšíëëź ěźë§ë ęł ěě íëë°. ěëš íí ě˘ě ě¸ěě ěŁźęł ěśë¨ ë§ě´ěź. ëë ë´ ę°ěĽ ěší ěšęľŹěě. ěŹ ęą°ě§, ě?" "ěěě´." ěë¨ě´ 체ë í ëŻí 미ě뼟 ě§ěźëа ë§íë¤. "ë¤ę° ěíë¤ëŠ´ěź!" ěíŹě°ě 기ëťě ě ëę˛ ę˛˝ě ě ě¸ë ¤ëë¤. "ě˘ě, ë´ěź ěŹěŻ ě ě ę°ě´ěź! ě´ëěě ě ęľŹëĄ ëł´ëźę˛!" ꡸ë ë ě욨 ěźě ě ě벽íę˛ ěííęł , íěŹ ěě 30ëś ě ě ěŹě ëĄę˛ ě°íěĽě ëě°Šíë¤. ěë¨ě ě§ě§ ě 체뼟 ě¨ę¸´ë°ë¤ ě´ě ě ě°¸ě ëťě ě ëëĄ ë°íě§ ěě íě ęłľě ě´ëěĽě ë°ě§ 몝íë¤. ꡸ëě ꡸ë ë ě 꾏 ꡟě˛ě ěë ěě íëšëŚŹě¨ě ěě 읤íźëĽź ë§ě늰 ě´ëěě´ ëě°Ší기뼟 기ë¤ëŚŹęł ěěë¤. ꡸ë ę° ěť¤íźëĽź ë°ěݤ ë§ě ¨ě ë ě´ëěě´ ëŹ¸ě뼟 ëł´ë´ěë¤. "ëŚě´ě ěŁěĄíŠëë¤, ě˛ěŹ ëěě´ëë! 10ëś ěě ëě°Ší´ě!" ěë¨ě´ ěěźëĄ ěěźëа ëľěĽě ëł´ë´ë ¤ęł íë ꡸ ë, ëšęźŹë ëŻí 몊ěëŚŹę° ë¤ë ¤ěë¤. "ě´ę˛ ë꾏ěź, ěë¨ ě¨ěěě? ěŹę¸°ě ëšě ě ë§ë ě¤ě 몰ëë¤ě. ěě° ě¨ěę˛ ěěëŁëĽź ëŹëźęł 꾏깸í늴ě ë°°ě¨ ę°ëʏě ě°íęšě§ ë°ě ë¤ě´ë ¤ęł íë¤ë. íě§ë§ ë§ě´ěŁ ..." ꡸ë ě 몊ěëŚŹę° ě ě ě°¨ę°ěěĄë¤. "ě´ ě°íë ëšě ę°ě ěŹëě´ ě°¸ěí ě ěë ěëŚŹę° ěëěě. 죟ě 뼟 ěěěźě§." ě 5í 기ě´ě´ ěě ëę˛ ë§ëë ęą°ěź ěë¨ě ëŠěšŤíëë ě˛ě˛í ęł ę°ëĽź ë¤ěë¤. íě§ě°ę° ę°ěě ěźëĄ ęąąě í´ěŁźë ě˛ ęˇ¸ë 뼟 ë´ë ¤ë¤ëł´ęł ěěë¤. ěë¨ě ëśě ě ě ě ë§ě ěŹëŚŹëŠ° ë ěš´ëĄę˛ ëëľíë¤. "ëšě ě´ ëŹ´ě¨ ěę´ě´ěŁ ? ë´ę° ë°°ě¨ ę°ëʏ ě°íě ę°ë ë§ë , ëšě ě´ ě ë° ěëěěě." íě§ě°ë ěë¨ě ě§ě¤ě ě¸ ëëľě ěĄ°ę¸ ëë ëŻ ëě´ ë꡸ëěĄë¤. ěë¨ě ëąë돴 ěěě 기ëě´ ěě 돴ěŹíę˛ í¸ëí°ě íĄíĄ ëëë ¸ë¤. ꡸ë ë 매íšě ě¸ ëěźëĄ íě§ě°ëĽź ë댏ëŻě´ ěłë¤ë´¤ë¤. íě§ě°ë íě¤í ęľííë¤. ë꾏ëźë ë°ëí íëě ë§íŹëĽź ě ě°ë ę˛ ę°ěë¤. "ěë¨?" ë°ëĄ ꡸ë, ęł ěě°ę° ë¤ę°ěë¤. ꡸ë ěë¨ě ěŹę¸°ě ëłź ě¤ě ěě쥰차 몝íë¤. ęł ěě°ę° ëě´ě ě°í¸ë ¸ęł , ꡸ě ěě긴 ěźęľ´ě´ ěŚě ě´ëěěĄë¤. "ë뼟 ë§ě ěí¤ë ¤ęł ěŹę¸°ęšě§ ě¨ ęą°ěź?" ęł ěě°ë í뼟 ë´ëа ě댏쳤ë¤. "ęˇ¸ëĽ ě˘ ęşźě ¸!" íě§ě°ë ë§ěš ěě ě ě§ě뼟 ě ě¸í기ëźë íëŻ ěźëśëŹ ęł ěě°ě íě ëě´ěěźëа ëě ě ě¸ ëëšěźëĄ ěë¨ě ë°ëźë´¤ë¤. ěë¨ě ęˇ¸ë° ëŹ´ëĄí íëě ě°¸ęł ëě´ę° ěŹëě´ ěëěë¤. ꡸ë ë ěę°ë˝ě ę˝ ěěźěĽëë ęł ěě°ëĽź 경늸ě¤ë˝ë¤ë ëŻě´ ë°ëźëł´ëа ě°¨ę°ě´ 미ě뼟 ě§ěë¤. "ë¤ě ë§í´ëłźë? ě§ę¸ ę°í ë꾏 ëł´ęł ęşźě§ëźë ęą°ěź?" ěë¨ě ę˛ěě ě¤íŹ ěŹëŚ˝ ëë ě¤ëĽź ě ęł ę°ëë¤ë ë¤ëŚŹëĽź ě°ěíę˛ ęźŹęł ěě ěěë¤. ꡸ë ě í ěĄě ë° ěë íźëśě ë길ě ëë ě´ëŞŠęľŹëšë ěě˛ë ë§¤ë Ľě ě ěŹíë¤. ꡸ë ě 몊ě댏ë íë¤ëŚź ěě´ ě°¨ëśíě§ë§, ě¨ë޸ěě ě°¨ę°ě´ ëśě기뼟 ë´ëżęł ěěë¤. ěë°ę°ě´ ę¸ěľí´ěë¤. ęł ěě°ë ę°ěě¤ë˝ę˛ ëłí ëśě기ě ëšíŠí ěą ě ě ěźě´ëśěë¤. ě´ ěŹěę° ě ë§ëĄ ěě˘ ě ě´ę¸°ë§ íë ꡸ě ěë´ëźë! ě§ěŚě´ ë íě§ě°ë ëě´ě ě°í¸ë ¸ë¤. ë§ě§ë§ěźëĄ ěë¨ě ë§ëŹě ë, íě§ě°ë ꡸ë ę° ě ě ě´ ëę° ě¤ ěěë¤. íě§ě°ë ěë¨ě´ ë ë¤ě ëëě ëśë ¤ ěě ě´ ë§ě ëšíę˛ ë ęš ë´ ęąąě ëě´ ëŞŠě댏뼟 ë꡸ëŹë¨ëŚŹęł ěě§í ě˛ ě°ę¸°íë¤. "ěë¨ ě¨, ě´ë§ ę° ëł´ě¸ě. ě´ëěĽě íë ë°ě ěęł , ěě° ě¨ë ë뼟 ë°ëŚŹęł ë¤ě´ę°ę¸°ëĄ íě´ě. ěë¨ ě¨ę° ěŹę¸°ěě ë˛í°ęł ěëë¤ęł í´ě ë¤ě´ę° ě ěë ě°íę° ěëěě. ę˛ë¤ę° ěë¨ ě¨ë 돸ě ë§ ěźěźí¤ěěě. ě ěꞸ ěźě ě´ë ľę˛ ë§ëë ęą°ěě?" ěë¨ě íě§ě°ëĽź ě°¨ę°ě´ ěě ěźëĄ ěłë¤ë´¤ë¤. ꡸ë ë ě´ëݏ ęł ěě°ě ě§ě§ 모ěľě í¤í ě ěęł ěë¤. ě´ě ęł ěě°ěę˛ë, ě´ ę˛°íź ěíë ě˛ ě í íŹë§ě ěěë¤. ě´ě íě§ě°ě íëë ë§ě ꡸ë ěę˛ ěëŹ´ë° ěíĽě 미ěšě§ 몝íë¤. "ëšě ě´ ëŹ´ě¨ ěę´ě´ěě?" ěë¨ě íě§ě°ě ë§ě ě í ëěíě§ ěęł ě°¨ëśíę˛ ëëľíë¤. ꡸ë ë 돴ěŹě˝ ěě ë¤ě´ 뚨ëëĄ íŹë죟ě¤ëĽź 쪟뼴뼾 ë§ě ¨ë¤. "ě ę°ę˛ ë¤, ě´ęą°ěź? 기ě´ě´ ěě ëę˛ ë§ë¤ë ¤ë ęą°ěź!" ęł ěě°ę° ě댏쳤ë¤. ěë¨ě ęł ěě°ě ëśë ¸ íë°í ë°ěě ě í ëěíě§ ěěęł , ꡸뼟 ěë ěŹë 졨ę¸íë¤. ęł ěě°ě íě ě´ ëěą ě´ëěěĄë¤. ěë¨ě´ ęźźě§ë íě§ ěě ě§ěŚě´ ë ꡸ë ꡸ë 뼟 ëě´ë´ę¸° ěí´ í 깸ě ë¤ę°ě°ë¤. ěë¨ě ëě´ě ě°í¸ë ¸ë¤. ꡸ë ę° ëŞ¸ě ěě§ě´ë ¤ë ꡸ë, ęł ěě°ě ë¤ěě í ë¨ěě ě¨ ę°ě 몊ěëŚŹę° ë¤ë ¤ěë¤. "ëšěź!" ě´ëěľě 죟ě íě§ ěęł ęł ěě°ěę˛ ëŹë ¤ë¤ě´ ë§ěš ěĽëę°ě ěĄëŻě´ ꡸ě ěˇęšě ěěźěĽęł ěěźëĄ ë´ëě§ ë¤, ěë¨ě ěě ę°ëĄë§ęł ěě ëł´í¸ íě¸ëĽź 졨íë¤. í¤ę° 195ěźí°ëŻ¸í° ëë ě´ëěě 몸ě§ě´ ęą´ěĽíęł , ꡸ě ꡟěĄě§ íě ëŹ´ě˛ íě¸ ëł´ěë¤. "ě´ę˛ ë íë ě§ě ëęš?" ě´ëěě ęł ěě°ëĽź ěŹëě´ ëëšěźëĄ ěě보늰 ěę°ë˝ ę´ě ě´ ëąëą ěëŚŹę° ë ě ëëĄ ěŁźë¨šě ę˝ ěĽęł ë§íë¤. "ě ě°ëŚŹ ëë뼟 ę´´ëĄíë ęą°ěź? ěŁ˝ęł ěśě´ íěĽíě´?" "ëë ë꾏ěź?" ěĄ°ę¸ ě , ě°ë 기ě˛ëź ë´í˝ę°ěłěĄë ęł ěě°ę° ě댏쳤ë¤. ꡸ë ëší깰댏늰 ěźě´ëě ěąë ëëšěźëĄ ě´ëěě ë ¸ë ¤ë´¤ë¤. ...... ěěźëĄë ě´ë¤ ě ę°ę° íźěłě§ęšě? ěě í ě¤í 댏뼟 ěŚę¸°ęł ěśěźěë¤ëŠ´ ěëě ë˛íźě ëëŹ Appě ë¤ě´ëĄë ë°ěźě¸ě. 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He drunkenly hugged her âCall me husband again ......â | đNyla Jayston was in her third month of trying to conceive when she saw a message on her husband Clark Sumner's phone from a contact named "Jordyn Cheatham". Jordyn: [I think my new nightgown is a bit tight. Why don't you come over and check if it fits?] Attached was a selfie of a woman in a deep V-neck red slip dress, her body partly exposed, exuding seduction. Nyla's grip on the phone tightened. She scrolled up and found Clark and Jordyn's previous exchanges to be strictly work-related, which made her frown. 'Was the text sent by mistake? OrâŚ' A hand wrapped around Nyla's waist from behind, breaking her thoughts. Clark pressed his warm body against hers and gently nibbled her earlobe. "Honey, I'm all cleaned up. Do you want to do it on the couch or the bed?" Before Nyla could respond, Clark picked her up and laid her on the couch, his tall frame looming over her. "Since you're not saying anything, I'll choose. Let's do it on the couch," Clark said, his voice husky and his eyes filled with a flicker of fire that made Nyla blush instantly. Nyla was already beautiful, and the slight flush on her cheeks made her look like a tempting, ripe, juicy peach under the light. Clark's gaze grew darker. He leaned in to kiss Nyla, but she suddenly turned her head away. Sensing her resistance, he looked at her with confusion. "Honey, what's wrong?" Clark, usually assertive at work, now looked at Nyla with a mix of confusion and hurt, which softened her heart momentarily. Despite that, she hadn't forgotten the explicit selfie she had just seen. She stopped him with one hand on his chest and held up his phone with the other, showing him the screen. "Explain this first." Clark glanced at the screen and immediately frowned, grabbing the phone to make a call. It was quickly answered. "Mr. Sumner, what can I do for you?" Clark glowered, and his voice turned icy. "I didnât know my secretary started soliciting clients." There was a moment of silence before Jordyn's panicked voice came through. "M-Mr. Sumner, I'm sorry. That message was meant for my boyfriend. I must have sent it to you by mistake..." "Next time it happens, pack your things and leave!" Clark hung up and looked back at Nyla, his expression softening, even showing a hint of grievance. "Honey, she sent it by mistake. If you're still upset, I'll fire her tomorrow. It's late now, so letâs not waste time on someone unworthy. We haven't seen each other in a week. You need to make it up to me tonight." Clark pulled Nyla in for a kiss, but her mood was ruined despite the issue being cleared up. She wasn't in the mood anymore and pushed him away. "I'm tired tonight. Let's continue tomorrow." A flash of disappointment crossed Clark's eyes, but he didn't pressure her. "Alright, you sleep first. I'm not tired yet, so I'll go to the study to handle some work." "Okay." ⌠It started raining heavily in the middle of the night. The sound woke Nyla, and she reached out only to feel the cold space beside her. She glanced at the clockâ3:16 a.m. Nyla wondered whether Clark was still working. She got up, put on a robe, and went to the study, but it was dark and empty. Her grip on the doorknob tightened, and her heart sank. Nylaâs phone suddenly chimed, startling her in the quiet night. Seeing that it was a text from a stranger, she had a gut feeling that reading it would mean no turning back for her and Clark. A thunderclap boomed outside, startling her into accidentally pressing it. [Still awake? Because your husband isn't with you?] [I was scared because of the thunder and power outage, and he came to comfort me.] [Don't you want to know where your husband is?] As Nyla read the messages and the boastful tone, her hands trembled uncontrollably. After a long while, another text came in with an address and a series of digits. Nyla bit her lip, grabbed her car keys, and drove straight there. By the time she reached the villa, it was past 4:00 a.m. She entered the code, and the door unlocked. The living room lights were on. From the entrance to the bedroom door, a man's suit and a woman's lingerie were strewn about, revealing the urgency of their actions. Seeing the torn red nightgown at the bedroom door, Nyla felt a sense of absurdity. Although the distance from the entrance to the bedroom was only a few meters, it felt like an eternity to Nyla. Standing at the bedroom door, she felt light-headed and dizzy. She reached out, trembling, and slowly pushed the slightly open door. The sight of the messy bed and the bared couple entwinedâtheir heavy breathing filling the roomâpierced Nyla's heart. The couple was so engrossed that they didn't notice her standing there. Nyla's hand on the door frame turned white from gripping it too hard, leaving red marks on her palm. She had been with Clark for eight years, from school days to marriage, envied by everyone around them. Until today, she had never imagined betrayal between them. Now, reality dealt her a cruel blow. Even the most sincere wedding vows couldn't withstand a fickle heart. Unable to bear the sight, Nyla turned and stumbled out, driving away. She stopped by a bar on the way and decided to go in. ⌠By the time Valarie Weir arrived, Nyla had already downed two bottles of whiskey, her gaze slightly unfocused. "Valarie, you're here..." Seeing Nyla surrounded by several men, Valarie frowned. "All of you, leave!" "No, they're fine hereâ" "I said, leave!" After driving the men away, Valarie sat next to Nyla. "What happened? Did Clark really cheat on you?" Valarie was Nyla's university roommate and had witnessed Nyla and Clarkâs journey from school to marriage. She had seen Clark treat Nyla well all these years, so she couldn't believe he would cheat. Upon hearing Clarkâs name, Nyla's gaze dimmed, and the heart-wrenching pain came rushing back. "I don't want to hear that name right now." Chapter 2 Nyla downed her drink in one gulp. She had never imagined Clark would betray her. Seeing him in bed with another woman felt like a dagger through her heart. "I just can't believe it. He loved you so much. He didn't seem like the type to cheat. Maybe there's a misunderstanding," Valarie suggested. Nyla let out a cold laugh. "I saw it with my own eyes. How could that be a misunderstanding?" The room fell silent. Watching Nyla drink like there was no tomorrow, Valarie grabbed the glass from her hand. "Even if he cheated, you shouldn't punish yourself by getting drunk. What are you going to do now?" "I'm getting a divorce. Just thinking about him with that woman makes me sick." Upon seeing the defiance in Nylaâs red eyes, Valarie's heart ached. "Don't think about it now. You need to rest. Decide what to do next once youâre calm. I'll take you home." Nyla shook her head. "No... I don't want to go back." Returning to that house would only bring back the sickening images of Clarkâs betrayal. Each recollection made her feel nauseous. Seeing Nylaâs reluctance, Valarie didn't insist. "I'll book you a hotel room then." ⌠After booking a room, Valarie took Nyla to the hotel entrance. "Are you sure you don't want me to take you up?" Nyla shook her head. "No, you go rest. I'll be fine." She waved with the room card and walked into the hotel. Seeing Nyla walk steadily, Valarie finally breathed a sigh of relief and drove away once Nyla was inside the hotel. What she didn't know was that Nyla, when drunk, appeared sober but was actually a mess inside. Nyla entered the elevator, scanned her card, and the elevator began to ascend. Soon, the doors opened with a ding. As Nyla stepped out onto the carpet, her legs almost gave out. She steadied herself against the wall, massaging her aching temples while searching for her room number. The wine was taking its toll, and her vision blurred. She found Room 8919 and tried the card on the door. Hearing no beep, she frowned and was about to push the door when it suddenly opened. Nyla froze. Before she could react, a large hand yanked her into the dark room. The door slammed shut, cutting off the light from the hallway. She was pressed against the door, a man's breath hot against her ear, making her shiver. The familiar scent of pine filled her senses, but before she could place it, she felt the warmth of his lips on hers. "Mmph!" Realizing what was happening, Nyla struggled. Damon was strong, and with the wine dulling her strength, her hands felt weak, almost inviting as she pushed against his chest. Damonâs hands roamed her body, leaving a trail of fire, and her body grew more responsive under his touch. Nyla tried to push him away, but he easily caught her wrists and pinned them above her head. "Letâ Mmph! Let me goâŚ" He stopped kissing her and chuckled. "No need to play hard to get." His fingers traced her collar, the cool touch making her shudder. His body heat seemed to melt her, and her legs grew weak. In the dark, Nylaâs senses heightened. She felt Damon unbuttoning her clothes, her mouth dry, her last bit of rationality warning her that this was going too far. "Let me go!" She mustered all her strength to push him, but he simply picked her up and threw her onto the bed. The bed was soft, so Nyla didnât feel pain, but the impact made her head spin. She tried to get up, but Damon pinned her down. Soon, her clothes were gone, and they were both nearly bared. He pressed against her, ready. His dominating presence made her tremble. She pushed against his chest, biting her lip to stay calm and clear-headed. "Mister, I think I entered the wrong room. Please let me goâŚ" Nylaâs voice shook with tension. "Tsk!" Damon's voice was impatient, his tone cold. "Still playing?" He was about to get up and kick Nyla out when the room light suddenly came on. Nyla had accidentally hit the light switch in her struggle. The sudden light made Damon squint. He was shocked when he saw the terrified woman beneath him. Nyla, recognizing Damon, felt the blood drain from her face. The fear sobered her instantly. She couldnât believe itâthe man who almost violated her was Clarkâs uncle, Damon Summer! "Uncle DamonâŚ" Nyla had always been wary of Damon. He was the youngest son of Richard Sumner and Marie Thorne, doted on by them and known for his unpredictable, cold nature. Even outsiders avoided crossing him. When she married Clark, he had warned her to steer clear of Damon. "Shut up!" Damon's face was dark, his gaze icy, as he contemplated whether to silence her for good. Then, his eyes shifted to her bare body, darkening further. He turned away, getting off the bed. "Get dressed and get out!" As Damon moved, Nyla caught a glimpse of him where she shouldn't, and her face turned red with embarrassment. Upon seeing her flushed face, Damon's expression soured even more. "Still not leaving?" Nyla could not care less about her embarrassment as she hastily dressed and left without looking back. Once outside, she checked the room number and realized her mistakeâit wasnât Room 8919, but Room 8916! She had entered the wrong room and almost slept with her husbandâs uncle. The thought made her headache worse. She should have let Valarie take her up. Unfortunately, it was too late for regrets now. After Nyla left, Damon dialed a number with a glower on his face. "Delete all surveillance footage from the Empire Skyview Hotel tonight!" Upon hanging up, he looked at the messy bed and sheets, his irritation growing. He had almost slept with his nephewâs wife... What a mess! Chapter 3 On Nyla's way back, she hesitated for a long time before finally messaging Damon, someone whose contact she had had for three years but had never contacted. Nyla: [Uncle Damon... Can we pretend tonight never happened? I was really drunk and went to the wrong room.] She waited for a long time, but there was no response from Damon. Frowning, she sent another message. Nyla: [?] As soon as she sent it, a red exclamation mark appeared: [You are no longer friends with this user. Please send a friend request to continue chatting.] Nyla bit her lip. Damon had deleted her. He must not want to bring this up again. Relieved, she finally felt a bit of peace. ⌠When Nyla got home, it was already past 6:00 a.m. As soon as she opened the door, she saw Clark sitting on the sofa. He turned sharply at the sound of the door, his eyes bloodshot from a sleepless night. "Where were you last night? I called you dozens of times. Why didnât you answer?" Clark stood up and walked quickly toward her, reaching out to grab her hand, but she pulled away. He froze, about to speak, but she spoke first, her tone icy. "You can stay out all night, but I can't?" Nyla had always been gentle. In their eight years together, they had hardly ever argued. This was the first time she had spoken to him so coldly. Clark sensed something was wrong and noticed her red, swollen eyes. His expression changed, and his hand clenched at his side. "You know, don't you?" His voice was calm, without a trace of guilt or panic, as if he had expected this day to come. Upon seeing his unapologetic demeanor, Nyla's long-suppressed emotions finally exploded. She swung her bag at him, her eyes red with fury, like a madwoman. All the good times they had shared, all the happy moments, were shattered the moment she saw him in bed with another woman. They could never be pieced together again. "Clark Sumner, how could you do something so disgusting?! If you didnât love me anymore, you could have divorced me. Why did you have to hurt me like this?" Nyla had assumed that no third party could ever come between them. Unfortunately, reality gave her a harsh slap, waking her from the lies he had woven and turning her love for him into a joke. Seeing her red, tear-filled eyes, Clark felt a pang in his chest. He grabbed her hand and pulled her into his arms. "Nyla, Iâm sorry..." Nyla shoved him away, wanting to laugh but only tears came. "Donât touch me with your filthy hands! "Is it that hard to stay faithful? "Since we got married, Iâve met many excellent men, and some have shown interest in me. But Iâve never crossed the line. If I can do it, why canât you?!" Clark clenched his fists when he saw the disappointment and anger in her eyes. "Nyla, youâre the only one I love⌠It was just an accident with herâŚ" His explanation sounded so weak that Nyla found it both laughable and nauseating. "So youâre saying I could sleep with another man and then tell you it was an accident? That I may have betrayed you physically, but my heart still belongs to you?" A flash of ruthlessness crossed Clark's eyes. "If you dare, Iâll end you and that man together in bed." Seeing his icy gaze, Nyla felt a chill in her heart. If he knew betrayal was unforgivable, why would he still betray her? She took a deep breath and spoke slowly. "Do you remember what I told you when you proposed?" She had said that if he ever betrayed her, she would not forgive him but leave him. Clarkâs expression changed. "I will not let you leave!" Nyla wiped her tears, her expression a mixture of ridicule and hatred. "Whether you agree or not, Iâve made up my mind. Iâm divorcing you. You donât deserve my forgiveness." With that, she ignored his reaction and went upstairs. Clark stared at her back, his gaze dark. ⌠Back in the bedroom, Nyla went straight to the bathroom to shower, unable to stand the smell of wine on herself. While applying body wash, she noticed red marks on her chest and paused. The image of Damonâs hands roaming her body flashed through her mind, making her frown. She scrubbed the marks hard until the skin around them turned red, trying to erase his touch. After her shower, she saw Clark sitting on the bed with his head down, lost in thought. She frowned and decided to ignore him. They would be divorced soon anyway. Clark looked up and saw Nyla coming out in just a towel. Her damp hair dripped water, her freshly washed face flushed like a blooming rose with an enticing fragrance. The towel barely covered her behinds, revealing her long, fair legs. His breath hitched, his gaze glued on her. Nyla didnât notice Clark's reaction. She walked to the wardrobe to grab her pajamas when a pair of arms suddenly wrapped around her from behind. "Nyla..." Clark's voice was husky, filled with undisguised desire. Clark had been thinking about how to win her back downstairs after she left. The only way he could think of was to have a child with her. He had come upstairs to discuss this with her, planning to take it slow. However, he lost control upon seeing her just out of the shower. In the past, such behavior would have stirred Nyla's feelings, but all she felt now was disgust. She turned and pushed him away, her gaze full of revulsion. "Donât touch me. I feel dirty." Hurt flashed in Clark's eyes. He grabbed her hands, his expression earnest. "Didnât you always want a child? Letâs have one now, okay?" Nyla shook him off at his matter-of-fact attitude. "That was before. I might have a child in the future, but it wonât be yours." Her words enraged Clark. He grabbed her and threw her onto the bed, pinning her down. "Say that again!" His eyes were full of anger, but Nyla didnât care. "It doesnât matter how many times I say it. Iâm disgusted by you. Iâd rather die than have your child." As soon as she finished speaking, Clark kissed her fiercely. Chapter 4 Nyla froze for a moment, then struggled desperately. Just the thought of Clark kissing another woman the night before filled her with disgust and rage. "Let go!" Her struggles were futile against Clark, who only tightened his grip around her waist. As she fought, her towel loosened, revealing her body. His gaze darkened, and he felt a rush of desire. Their bodies were pressed tightly together, and Nyla quickly noticed the change in Clark. Furious, she bit him hard, tasting blood in their mouths. Instead of letting go, Clark's other hand slipped under Nyla's towel. She had nothing on underneath, having just come out of the shower. She stiffened and struggled even more fiercely. "Clark, get off me!" Clark ignored Nyla, his fingers teasing her sensitive spots. "Nyla, you need me too, don't you?" Nylaâs struggles were in vain, and she grew increasingly desperate. As Clark positioned himself, she closed her eyes in despair. "Clark, don't make me hate you." Clark halted abruptly. Seeing Nyla filled with despair and pain, like a fragile porcelain doll about to shatter, made him pause. He wanted her desperately, but a voice in his head warned that if he took her now, it would be the end of them. He stared at her, his hand tightening around her waist. After several tense seconds, he suddenly let go and got off the bed, leaving the room quickly. The door slammed shut with a loud bang, making Nyla flinch. She clutched the blanket tightly. ⌠For the next few days, Clark didn't come home. Nyla called him several times to discuss the divorce, but he didn't respond. ⌠The weekend arrived. Nyla was in the living room, sending out job applications when she heard the front door open. Clark walked in, looking haggard. They stared at each other in silence until Nyla broke it, closing her laptop and standing up calmly. "Since you're back, let's talk about the divorce." Clark frowned. "I told you, I won't divorce you. I'm here to remind you that we have to go to the family dinner tonight." The Sumners held a monthly dinner, and ever since their wedding, Clark and Nyla had attended together. The family wasn't kind to Nyla, often treating her poorly. She endured it because she believed Clark loved her. After seeing him with another woman, however, she couldn't lie to herself anymore. "I don't want to go. Go by yourself." Clarkâs expression turned impatient. "Nyla, how long are you going to keep this up?" He had ignored her calls and messages, hoping she would calm down, but she was still the same. "I'm not keeping anything up. I just want a divorce." Upon hearing the word "divorce", Clark's patience wore thin. He looked at Nyla as if she were unreasonable. "Divorce? You haven't worked since we got married. How will you support yourself? Which company would hire you? And what about your father's exorbitant medical bills? Can you afford those? "Nyla, you're not a teenager anymore. You're 28. It's time to grow up. "I'm the CEO of the Sumner Group. I face temptations all the time. Sometimes, it's hard to resist, but those women will never take your place as my wife. What more do you want?" Clark couldn't understand why Nyla didn't see that he still loved her, even if he couldn't commit to being with her forever. Seeing Clarkâs arrogant demeanor, Nyla couldn't reconcile this man with the shy boy who had once blushed while confessing his love and promising never to hurt her. Maybe this was his true selfâselfish, proud, and condescending. "If being mature means tolerating your infidelity, then I'm sorry, I can't do that. Find someone else. Here are the divorce papers I've had drafted. Sign them when you have time." Clark glanced at the documents, sneering when he saw the section on asset division. "Quite the appetite you have, asking for half my assets. Do you really think that's possible?" "I deserve it. Why not?" Clark chuckled, his tone mocking. "Look around this house. Did you buy anything here? I've been covering your father's medical expenses for years. If we tally things up, you should be paying me. Should I have my lawyer do the math?" As Nyla watched his bitter expression, she couldn't believe she had once loved this man. He had hidden his true self so well that, until she caught him cheating, she had thought he was a great guy. "Don't forget, if it weren't for me giving you that patent, you wouldn't be the Sumner Group's CEO. And you were the one who told me to stay home after we got married. If I had continued my research, I would have earned far more than what you've given me." Unfazed, Clark replied, "Who would believe you about the patent now? "I don't want to argue about money, but if you insist on a divorce, we'll have to settle accounts. Nyla, as long as you drop the divorce idea, my money is still yours to use." "Clark, you're despicable!" Since he refused to divorce, she'd have to sue. She turned to leave, but he blocked her. "Change your clothes. We're going to the family dinner." "I said I'm not going. Tell them I'm not feeling well." Clark grabbed her wrist. "Nyla, I'm running out of patience. Don't force me to cut off your father's medical expenses." "You wouldn't dare!" Clark took out his phone and called his secretary. "Cancel my father-in-law's medical payment for next monthâ" Furious, Nyla grabbed his phone and ended the call. "You're crossing a line, Clark." "Crossing a line?" Clark's gaze was full of contempt as he yanked her closer. "Everything you have is because of me. Don't you think you're the one crossing the line? Change your clothes, or I have numerous ways to make you comply." Chapter 5 Seeing the coldness in Clark's eyes, Nyla realized how blind she had been to fall in love with such a man. Her eyes stung with unshed tears, but she refused to show any vulnerability in front of him. She yanked her hand away, took a deep breath, and headed upstairs. The only thought in her mind was to find a job quickly so she could move out and divorce Clark. She grabbed a random outfit, tied her hair up with a hairpin, and went back downstairs. She was never one to fuss over her appearance. In the past, she had dressed up for the Sumners' gatherings to make a good impression. Now, she couldn't care less. Hearing her footsteps, Clark looked up. Nyla wore a fitted white dress, her waist so slender it seemed it could be encircled with one hand. Her hair was secured with a jade hairpin, revealing her delicate neck. She was breathtakingly beautiful. The grace she exuded was just like when they first met. However, the look in her eyes now was devoid of any warmth. "Letâs go," she said. They drove to the Sumner residence in silence. As they arrived and were about to get out of the car, a black Range Rover sped up and stopped abruptly in front of them. Upon recognizing the car, Clark's expression darkened. It was Damon's car, someone he both feared and disliked. Damon was known for his reckless and unpredictable behavior. He had refused to take over the Sumner Group when Richard wanted him to run the company, choosing to start his own business instead. Everyone had expected him to fail, but within five years, his company had grown to be worth several times more than the Sumner Group. Clark couldn't stand Damon, partly out of jealousy. Once, a comment Clark made about Damon reached Damon's ears, and in retaliation, Damon refused to collaborate with the Sumner Group, costing them millions. Damon rarely attended family dinners, and Clark had hoped to avoid him. Luck wasnât on his side todayâthey met at the door. He didnât notice Nylaâs stiffened expression when she saw Damon get out of his car. Clark opened the car door and greeted, "Uncle Damon." Damon glanced at him indifferently, his gaze briefly landing on the passenger seat before he nodded and walked into the house. Nyla let out a deep breath. When Damon looked her way, she had forgotten to breathe, fearing he might say something outrageous. He was known for his unpredictable nature, always doing whatever he pleased. Fortunately, he said nothing. She decided she needed to talk to him privately later. As Clark and Nyla walked into the living room, they saw it was already filled with people. Richard and Marie, the family heads, were chatting with Damon. He was the kind of person who naturally stood out in a crowd. Noticing Nylaâs gaze on Damon, Clark frowned. "Why are you staring at my uncle?" Nyla withdrew her gaze and replied coolly, "None of your business." Her coldness irritated Clark. "Nyla, you know I donât like you paying attention to other men." Ever since they got together, Clark had been extremely controlling, not allowing Nyla to interact with other men. She used to think this was a sign of his love, but now it seemed laughable. She sneered. "And I donât like you sleeping with other women, but you seem to enjoy it just fine." Clark said through gritted teeth, "This is a family dinner. Weâll deal with this later." "If you donât want me to bring it up, then stay out of my business," she retorted. Clark didnât want to cause a scene now because it might affect the Sumner Group and his standing with Richard, who still held all the companyâs shares. As they talked, Marie called out, "Nyla, Clark, youâre here! Come sit down!" Nyla took a deep breath, forcing a smile as she approached. She might not like the Sumners, but she maintained basic manners. "Hello, Grandpa, Grandma," she greeted with a smile. Marie, who had been urging Damon to settle down and get married, looked pleased to see the couple. "Come, sit down." She turned to Damon with a hint of dissatisfaction. "Look at Clark. He manages the company well and has a beautiful wife. They might have children soon. And you? Almost 30 and still single. If you donât bring a girlfriend next time, donât bother coming!" Damon glanced at the couple with a smirk. "She is indeed beautiful." He just wondered how that petite frame would suffer if she were to have children. Nyla frowned, feeling uncomfortable with Damonâs gaze. Clark also noticed the inappropriate way Damon looked at Nyla. It wasnât the look of an elder but more like a man admiring a woman. His hand clenched into a fist, and his body tensed. Marie sighed. "My point is, when will you bring me a daughter-in-law?" "Depends. If I meet someone I like, maybe Iâll bring her back tomorrow," Damon replied nonchalantly. "Youâre too picky! Iâve arranged a good match for you. Date's tomorrow, donât ruin it." "Then youâll probably have to apologize to another old friend tomorrow." Frustrated, Marie snapped, âYouâre going to drive me crazy!â Damon glanced at Clark. âClark's been married for years. Instead of pushing me, why donât you encourage him to have kids?â Marie nodded, realizing Damon wouldnât listen to her. She turned to Nyla and Clark, her expression softening. âNyla, you and Clark have been married for a few years now. When are you planning to have children?â Chapter 6 Nyla lifted her head to speak, but Clark grabbed her hand and smiled. "Grandma, we're working on it!" Nyla tried to pull her hand away, but Clark's grip was too tight. If he wouldn't let her be, she wouldn't make it easy for him either. She turned to Marie. "Grandma, I'm looking for a job right now, so having children might have to wait." The room fell silent. Clark's grip on Nyla's hand tightened painfully, and she winced. Damon glanced at Clark's hand on Nyla, noticing the bulging veins, then looked away indifferently. Clarkâs aunt, Anne Sumner, sneered. "Nyla, don't blame me for being blunt. You've been married for years. How can you not have a child yet? If it weren't for Clark insisting on marrying you, do you think your family could have ever married into the Sumners? "You should be grateful. If you don't want to have Clark's child, there are plenty of women who do. If someone else steps in, youâll be the one looking silly." Besides, Anne thought, "Who knows if Nyla is fertile?" She sounded like she meant well, but her gaze at Nyla was filled with an air of superiority. Marie frowned at Anne, disapproving. "Anne, enough." Anne pursed her lips but stayed silent. Marie turned back to Nyla with a kind smile. "Nyla, you and Clark are still young. If you don't want children yet, that's fine. Just don't overwork yourself. Our family isn't short on money. You can work if you want, but take it easy." Nyla nodded. "I understand, Grandma." With that, the awkward moment passed, and the room returned to its previous warmth. Seeing the attention shift away, Clark pulled Nyla out of the living room. Once they reached the gazebo in the backyard, he released her. "Nyla, have you lost your mind? Do you want everyone to know about our fight?" Nyla rubbed her sore hand and said, "I was just being honest." "Honest?" Clark scowled. "Should I call your father then?" Harrison Jayston was ill and couldn't handle stress. Nyla planned to divorce Clark before breaking the news to him gently. She glared at Clark. "You wouldnât dare! You were the one who cheated. What right do you have to be so self-righteous?" Clark clenched his hands, a flicker of guilt crossing his face before it was replaced by impatience. "I promised it wouldnât happen again. If you don't want to see Jordyn, I'll fire her. What more do you want?" Nyla felt like there was a communication breakdown between them and turned away. "I don't want to argue with you here." When Clark saw her red-rimmed eyes, he softened. "Nyla, I truly know I was wrong. Just don't mention divorce, and I'll make it up to you. I love you. I can't let you go." Nyla found it laughable. How could he claim to love her while being with another woman? Just thinking about him with someone else made her sick. "I will never forgive you." Betrayal was her bottom line. She couldnât pretend nothing had happened or reconcile with him. Clark knew Nyla well enough to understand that he had to be patient. He believed she still had feelings for him. Otherwise, she would have made a bigger scene when she found out. As long as he refused to divorce her, she would eventually forgive him. "Fine, we won't talk about it now. If you don't want kids yet, weâll postpone it to two years later. Since you want to work, I'll have my secretary find you a position at the Sumner Group." Nyla laughed at his arrangement, a mocking look in her eyes. "Clark, do you see me as a puppet you can control?" Hurt by her gaze, Clark frowned. "How am I controlling you? You don't want kids now, so I agreed to wait two years. You want to work, so I'll arrange it. What more do you want?" "Stop pretending. I don't want kids because I want a divorce. I want to work to sever ties with you." Clark looked at Nyla's stubborn face, displeased. Since their wedding, she had been like a canary in his cage. He couldn't let her go. "As long as I don't agree, this marriage won't end. Even if you tell a lawyer I cheated, do you have proof?" Clark's confident tone and controlling demeanor made Nyla step back, trembling with anger. She finally saw how selfish and disgusting he was. She had wasted eight yearsâthe best years of her life, from 18 to 26âloving this man. "You make me sick, Clark!" 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đAttention! Do not read in publicďźđ | I wondered am I going to die? "Answer me, why you can't smell my presence?" The threatening aura of an Alpha wraps around me. My body shivers, I am so nervous that my throat get tied up. Earlier this morning, my ex-mate Beta Kyle had ordered me to clean my brother Alpha Trey's office before Trey heads back as they are to have an important guest today. Before he left he hit me to the ground and spat on me saying I was a stupid wolf and how right he was to have rejected me as I was nothing but a damned sinner. Slowly I picked myself up from the ground and started to cry only to be interrupted by a deep voice coming from behind. This tall man caught me in surprise but he was more surprised when he found out I didn't notice his strong presence. As his eyes bore into mine, I averted his intimidating gaze and lowered my head. I can't tell him why I couldn't smell an Alpha. I can't tell him what my brother has done to me - how he made me his slave when I was 6 and tortured me even till now. "I...just can't." I said trembly. Trey would beat me to death if he ever found I spoke ill of him in front of his guest. Not to mention, the man in front of me could be THE guest Trey has been fawning about for months- Alpha Dane, King of the largest pack in the world. Trey needed Alpha Dane's help, that's weird as our pack never suffered from outside attack, why would we need help? Of course I was not told of it. Anyway, Trey wanted to conclude a contract with Dane, which promised anything Trey can offer. Does anything include women? Rumor has it that Alpha Dane was a demon who has killed all his 9 ex-wives... âSpit it out, I havenât got all day!â The tall man takes a swig from his drink. "My ... wolf abilities were bound." I muttered out of fear that he might hit me too. Twice, actually, Trey bound my wolf abilities so that I had no strength to fight against him or run away. Thereâs a twitch in his cheek. Was he angry to hear of such a punishment? Or maybe, just like the others, he was amused by it. I couldnât tell. "Who did this to you?" The man then asked, his eyes lingering on my whole body up and down. Did he smell the wounds hidden behind my clothes? "You smelled strange." He reached out to my face, I was about to run when the office door swung open. "Neah, What the heck are you doing in my office?" My brother angrily walked in, his eyes turned crimson red, âI am so sorry that my sister is bothering you, Alpha Dane.â Crap,it was indeed him. My brother spins around, his hand stretching out to hit me. I close my eyes, bracing myself, ready to feel the usual burn. âI wouldnât do that if I were you.â Alpha Daneâs voice rumbles through the room. Peeking through slits, I see Alpha Dane has risen to his feet, his hand coiled around my brother's wrist. He was taller than my brother, more muscly too. âNeah,â My name rolls off of his tongue, âwas kindly showing me to your office, Alpha Trey, as you failed to meet me at the front of your house like I requested. I was lucky someone was present, at least someone understands the importance of this deal.â What? I had no idea what he was talking about. And he had no reason to lie for me. My brother glares at me, clenching his jaw tight. I was going to pay for this later. I would have to try and steal some food. âGo and get Beta Kyle.â Alpha Trey seethes. âTell him that our guest is here.â I nod my head and hurry from the room, the last thing I wanted was to be caught between bickering men. âBeta Kyle,â I whisper as I enter the dining hall. He instantly glares at me with his dark eyes. I had spoken without being spoken to. âAlpha Trey is in the office with Alpha Dane. I was sent to inform you.â He slams the newspaper down on the table and glares at me as he walks by. âYouâre lucky that the Alpha sent you to get me, otherwise you wouldn't be seeing sunlight for a few days.â Pausing behind me, he yanks my head back, locking his fingers in my hair, leaning in close to me, I feel his hot breath on my skin. He doesnât speak, it was just his way of proving that he could do what he wants when he wants. I try to keep myself busy so I can stay as far away from the office as possible. My peace doesnât last long when I hear my brother calling out to me. Quietly, I pad towards the office and plaster a smile on my face as I open the door. âNeah, go get the champagne and some glasses, we are celebrating.â I bow my head and hurry to the drinks cabinet. Quickly finding what my brother has asked for. As I re-enter the office, I can feel Alpha Dane watching my every move, even the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. No one ever watches me this closely. Approaching the small table by Alpha Danes chair, I start to fill the glasses. He takes the champagne bottle from me, telling me he is more than capable of filling his own glass. I feel my cheeks flame, not from embarrassment, but because I knew that I would be punished for this. I should have been quicker. I should have filled the glasses before entering the office. I should haveâŚ. My brain freezes when I see my brother glaring at me. âNeah is your sister, correct?â Alpha Dane questions my brother. âShe is.â Alpha Trey mutters with disgust. He looks away from me to focus on the man asking questions. âWhy do you treat her like vermin?â Straight to the point, my brother wouldnât like that. He only liked sharing information on his terms. No one had spoken to my brother about his treatment of me because everyone took great joy in beating me. I didnât know what to do. I couldnât move but I knew I had to get out of there. If this deal goes to pot because of me, then that would be my fault too. âI am afraid it's my family business, not sure why you would care.â Alpha Trey said in a little offended tone. "About the contract we are signing, I want to add another item." Alpha Dane stared at me for a while before he continued,"I want to take her with me." I looked up, eyes filled with the same incredulity in Trey's. "Why do you want a useless wolf like her? " Trey was surprised, angry as well. "I want her to be my tenth bride." Alpha Dane pointed at me, yet there was not the slightest emotion in his eyes, as if I were just a object. I couldn't believe the words he just uttered. "Why? You want a murderer to be your bride?" Trey spat. I closed my eyes, battling back the tears that were threatening to break free. "Murdered whom?" "Our parents! That little brat killed our parents when she was 6!" 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đHOT! HOT!Do not read in publicďźđ | My husband and mate, Elijah, is the Alpha of one of the most powerful packs in Fenrisa, the Iron Claw Pack. I am his wife and his mate. One would think that due to being fated, our relationship would be a good one. But thatâs far from the truth. The truth is, I am his second chance mate. âVerena, I want to reject our bond and get separated,â Elijahâs voice doesn't hold an ounce of emotion as he sits across from me in the dim living room. I'd been waiting for him to celebrate our third wedding anniversary together. But when he arrived, there was this coldness about him. I figured he was just tired from work, but then he asked me to sit down and dropped a bombshell on me. "Why?" I blink in disbelief. He must be joking, right? But the intensity of his gaze chips away at my doubt, replacing it with a growing sense of worry. I know the reason. The one I've feared the most for so long. His mate has returned to the pack. Elijahâs first mate had left him just before the mating ceremony. The reason was unknown, but everyone assumed that she didnât want a relationship with her mate and loved someone else. On the same day of their separation, Elijah found me and realized that I am his second chance mate. Second chance mates are rare, and it can be called a miracle that the Goddess gives Elijah a second chance in love by mating us. He hasnât rejected his first mate, but one can find a second mate irrespective of rejecting their first mate. It's complicated and goes against the laws of the mate bond. Yet it's a blessing to the ones whose first mate dies or leaves them. Elijah sighs, âYou know about Nixie. She wants to be back with me.â I clench my fist. âAnd you want to get back with her?â My lips quiver, and I struggle to stop my body from trembling, but it's futile. Despite being Elijahâs second chance, heâs my first. My first mate, the only love of my life. No matter who your second chance is, the bond with the first mate is stronger, like the first love that you canât move on from. Elijah feels the same towards Nixie, I know, but can I simply accept it? His face remains aloof, âNixie needs me, Verena. She is my mate and my wolf needs her.â His first mate returned a week ago, claiming that she was kidnapped by our enemy pack and taken hostage for three years. The pack that captured her was destroyed due to a pack war, and the hostages were released. Thatâs how Nixie escaped and returned to our pack. "I canât have two mates at the same time. Having you both is putting a lot of pressure and weakening my wolf. Over time, itâll get worse. So, Iâll have to reject one," he adds in a calm voice, while a storm is rising in my chest. "And you choose her," I reply, tears brimming in my eyes. I knew that Elijah hadnât moved on from his first mate when I entered his life. But I had believed that I could heal him and show him that I can love him more. I did everything in my power to make him happy when we got married. Yet, sheâs the one he chooses. What about us? The relationship we built for all these years, does it mean nothing to him? When I walked into his life, he was emotionally unavailable and rude to me. But I stayed patient and he gradually started to warm up to me. Since then we had worked together on everything and he promised to stay beside me forever. I know that I wonât be able to bear him a healthy child because I did not shift after I turned eighteen and it's been five years since I have been wolf-less. But I felt the mate bond when I saw Elijah at the Mating Ball. He also agreed to marry me because his pack needed a Luna and it was better to have a second chance mate than have no mate at all. âYou said you'd never leave me. You promised me,â I remind him. âHow can you break it because of someone who left you years ago?â His icy presence sends a chill through the room. "Rena, watch your words. Remember who you're speaking to," he warns, his tone sharp like a blade. "And do you expect me to overlook the fact that you intentionally drove Nixie away because you wanted to be with me?" My brows raise, âWhat are you talking about?â He stands from the couch, âYou think I donât know? Nixie returned to this pack just one year after our marriage and wanted to meet me. But you met her first and threatened her to not come close to me and disappear from the pack.â A shadow falls on his chiseled face, making him look deadly and dangerous. I have always admired his ruthless side, especially when he makes sure to punish anyone who tries to hurt me. But today, heâs giving me this look as if heâs disgusted by me. âBecause of you, Nixie could not contact me and tell me what happened to her. I couldnât be there for her when she needed me. Just because of you.â He accuses me, and I feel like I have been stabbed in the chest. âI did not!â I say and he tilts his head as if he did not expect that response from me. As much as I want Elijah all to myself, I know that he feels empty without Nixie. So I would have accepted them being together, just for the sake of Elijahâs happiness. He raises a brow, âSo you are not going to admit it?â âAdmit what? I have no idea what you are talking about.â I protest. "Fine, I'll call him then," Elijah's obsidian eyes glaze over as he connects through the mind-link. Seconds later, the door swings open and Joshua walks inside. âWhatâs the matter?â He asks as he looks at both of us. He is Elijahâs Beta. âRena denies that she had not tried to kick Nixie out of the pack when she returned two years ago. Is that true?â I look at Joshua expectantly. He will tell Elijah the truth. I relax a little, waiting for the truth to come out. But why do I have this bad feeling? âNo, I saw her two years ago with the Luna,â Joshua replies calmly, with a subtle smile on his face. âThe Luna did threaten her and tell her to leave the pack.â What?! âJoshua, what the hell are you saying?! I didn't even meet Nixie!â I rise from my seat in shock and look at him in disbelief. âKeep your voice low, Rena. Joshua is saying what he saw and I am surprised that you believed heâd lie for you. After all, heâs the one who showed me pictures of your encounter with my mate.â Elijah throws the pictures on the table and it feels like someone has pulled the rug off my feet. These are from a different time. They are manipulated. I look at the Beta who gives me a smirk. He betrayed me. I thought we were good friends but⌠My shoulders slump as I look at the floor. This canât be happening. âDo you have any evidence that the Beta is lying?â Elijah asks. I donât have an answer. My head spins, trying to process everything that has happened. âNo,â I whisper. If I had known that heâll betray me like this, I would have been more cautious. But why would he do this? For a few minutes, silence hangs heavy in the air until Elijah gently grasps my chin, coaxing me to meet his gaze. His inky black hair falls messily across his face, reminding me of its softness when I touched it before. âIt's over, Rena. You knew how much I loved Nixie, yet you pushed her away from me. Then you pretended to love me when all you wanted was the power and wealth that comes with being my wife. I canât let any of this slip away.â he says, his voice gentle but deep and chilling. Pretend to love him? After all these years, he thinks it was an act. I know I donât have any evidence to prove my innocence, but wonât he try to believe me for once? I canât help but wonder if he would have believed Nixie if she was in my shoes. He would have probably forgiven her, because mates tend to be possessive of their partners. But he wonât treat me like that, because according to him, I am just his second chance. I am nothing compared to his first true mate, his first love. Tears glisten in my eyes as pain grips my heart. "Elijah, I mean it. I don't care about the position. I just want you." He growls, baring his canines and his eyes flash, âI had enough. You should be grateful that I am not imprisoning you for doing something like this. So if you donât want to live in the cells, I advise you to accept the divorce and the rejection.â He lets go of my chin and retrieves the divorce agreement. He slaps it onto the coffee table, making me flinch. "Sign it.â I stare at the papers with a bleeding heart. All the good memories I had with him flash in my head. What did all of those moments mean? Was it a lie when he said that I make him smile? That I am special to him? That our bond is no lesser than a first mate bond? I slowly bend forward, and grab the pen. I sign the paper while holding back my tears.âHere, it's done,â I whisper while holding the divorce agreement. For a brief moment, the iciness in his gaze melts, replaced by shock and hurt. But he swiftly regains his composure and accepts the paper from me. A sad smile curves my lips. So he would have gotten separated from me anyway. It did not matter what I did, he just needed a reason to reject me and have his mate back. âWhen is the rejection ceremony going to take place?â I ask while looking down at my trembling arms. If I see his face, Iâm afraid Iâll break down completely. âTomorrow. I expect you to be present at the training ground at eight in the morning. Once the rejection is over, you can stay at the packhouse. Though Iâd prefer if you donât come close to my mate. I donât want you to cause a scene.â he replied and it hurts how he calls Nixie âmy mateâ. I rise from my seat and turn around, âDonât worry, you wonât find me anywhere near you or Nixie after the rejection is over. Thatâll be my gift to you. Happy Marriage Anniversary, Alpha Elijah.â Chapter 2 : Her, Nixie Verena It's alright. Things will get better. Elijah will change his mind, after all he loves meâ- My trembling hand freezes halfway as I reach for the plate on the dining table. Tear droplets splatter on the polished darkwood, and the sight of our signatures on the divorce agreement brings me crashing back to reality. We're divorced, and tomorrow he will reject me. Not being able to pretend anymore, I break down into sobs. My fingers curl on the edge of the table while I look at the hardwood floor with tears streaming down my eyes. He really divorced me. My relationship with Elijah hasnât been a bed of roses. When we married, he was cold and distant. But I started to witness the softer, emotional side of him that he tried to hide from the rest of the world. I made his pain my own, and tried my best to keep him happy. He was gradually warming up to me. But then Nixie returned and he pushed me away like those years of our relationship meant nothing to him. My chest squeezes painfully at the thought of it. I just canât accept that he doesn't want me anymore. But the untouched food on the table, and the red velvet cake with Happy Third Marriage Anniversary written on it is a reminder that it's true. It took me almost four hours to bake this cake, in high hopes of seeing a smile on Elijahâs face when he returns. âAre you finished with your nonsense?â Maya, my maidâs voice, draws my attention to the door. She stands there with an annoyed expression, gesturing towards the wall. âUnlike you, I actually have work to do, like cleaning up this mess.â I wipe my face, and take a step back, âYes, go ahead.â My voice sounds dry. Maya rolls her eyes, her lips curl in disapproval as she walks over and eyes the table. âSuch a headache,â she mutters while shaking her head. Despite being Luna, I am not liked in the packhouse. It's because I am an orphan who did not shift. Even an omega has a wolf, so it makes me appear way beneath in rank. So the people donât approve of me as their Queen. Someone without a wolf canât lead a pack of wolves. Thatâs what I have always been told. I have learned to live with it because that is how I have always been treated. And forcing people to like me through fear of my position goes beyond my values, so I try to make up for my weakness by putting my best efforts. But Elijah has punished anyone who has tried to misbehave with me, always taking my side when things went down. He was very protective of me. Was. I wonder if he believes now Nixie will be a better Luna than me because of having a wolf. She comes from a family of Gammas, so she has a strong wolf and anyone will choose her over me. Rip! My body jolts at the sudden sound of something being torn off, and I notice Maya ruthlessly tearing the fairy lights and red balloons off the wall behind the table. With each delicate adornment being stripped away, I feel a prick in my chest. My friends Dory and Drake helped me set up the decorations last night, and we were so proud of it. Maya does not hold back on the food either, and I flinch at the way she just dumps the cake into the dustbin. I feel like that cake, dumped into trash. My head feels dizzy at the overwhelming emotions. I need a shower. I walk out of the dining hall, and my legs feel heavy for some reason. Now that I think about it, I've been feeling quite sick since this morning. My throat itches, I feel nauseous, and I've been unusually tired lately. Maybe it's because of Elijah. Not paying any attention to my surroundings, my hand subconsciously reaches to open the door to the bedroom. But the moment the door swings back, a pleasant musky scent hits my nose. Thereâs another scent with it that makes my nose crinkle. My body freezes in place when I notice Elijah sitting on the bed. With Nixie on his lap. With brown hair that brushes her shoulders in curls and a floral print mini skirt riding up her slender, milky white thighs, Nixie looks like any manâs wet dream. Compared to her, I look basic in my plain blue dress and straight midnight blue hair. They seem to be having a moment as her arms are wrapped around his neck, while his hand is on her slim waist. Elijah notices my presence, âRena,â he takes my name with his deep, velvety voice that tugs at my heart and lets go of Nixieâs waist. Nixie gets off his lap and stands beside him, fixing her skirt. âOh my Goddess, Rena. I-I didnât know you would be coming,â her pale skin turns red as if sheâs embarrassed. Even when I donât have a wolf, I can still feel the sting of their intimacy. My heart pounds painfully in my chest. âRena, why are you here?â Elijah asks, staring at me with his cold obsidian eyes. I canât tell what he is thinking. Chapter 3 : He, with Her Verena âIâŚumâŚâ the words feel stuck in my throat. My legs feel weak. I canât believe he started to get so intimate with her after a few hours of our divorce. If heâs this affectionate with her, then it means that he has already moved on. Though maybe he did not need to move on in the first place. âRena?â He takes my name again, and I regain my composure. I need to get a hold on myself. Heâs no longer my husband, and soon heâll reject me from the mate bond. So I shouldnât be feeling anything. âDid I interrupt something?â I ask, my gaze sliding to Nixie who stares at me with her big doe green eyes. Anyone would fall for the innocence those eyes portray, but I can see the malice behind it. Elijah narrows his gaze, and places a hand over his mouth. He does that when heâs curious, and annoyed. âYou did,â he replies sharply, and I'm struck by his words. âIââ âRena, you should remember that you need to ask for the Alphaâs permission before entering his room.â My lips part in shock, and my brows lift. âWhat?â âYou heard me. Still, Iâd let this go because we arenât officially rejected and you are my mate.â His voice puts me in an icy chokehold. Just a few hours, and our relationship has completely changed. Where is the man who waited for me every single night in bed to fall asleep together? Who is he? âWow, I did not know that it was your room now, Alpha. The same room we shared for three years,â I retort, crossing my arms. My eyes flit to the bed where he was sitting with Nixie on his lap. His jaw clenches at my words. âWe are divorced now. So isnât it obvious that we wonât be sharing the same room anymore?â He tilts his head, gauging my reaction. I smirk, âSure. I mean, you wonât like me barging into your âroomâ while you spend some quality time with your mate,â I emphasize the last word and my gaze shifts to Nixie. âRena, before you say something to insult Nixie, Iâll warn you. I have been lenient with you, but I wonât this time. So choose your words wisely.â He speaks in a low, commanding voice, reminding me of whoâs in charge. His words crush my soul. It's as if I am the problem in his life. âElijah, it's alright,â Nixie moves closer to him, and slides her hand over his shoulder. âI can understand that sheâs hurt so I am fine with it.â A growl leaves my lips as I stare at her hand placement. Elijah raises a brow, and I realize what I have done. Heâs still my mate, and it's not easy for me to watch someone else touch him, even if that person is his first mate. âIâI am sorry if I made you upset, Rena,â Nixie looks at me with quivering lips, âBut you have to understand that I love him and canât stay away from him.â Tears fill her eyes, and she starts to sob. âNixie, donât cry. It's not your fault,â Elijah gets up, and wraps an arm around her. My insides scream at that sight, but I donât let a word out of my mouth. I silently watch him comfort her when I am the one in need of comfort. âRena and I have come to a mutual agreement, so it's our decision.â I scowl. It was never my decision to get separated from him. Elijah looks at me with a pointed look, âYou did not tell me why you are here.â His voice is gentle as always, but I can tell that he does not want me here. He feels that I will sabotage his relationship with Nixie. My jaw trembles, âIt's nothing. I am sorry for interrupting whatever you both were doing,â I storm out of the door while the tears trickle down my eyes. The paintings and furniture on the hallway start to look unfamiliar as I rush past them. Why? Why do I have to go through this? My head starts to throb, and I stop in my steps. I feel dizzy. The nausea grows, crawling up my chest and through my blurry vision, I see two figures on the other side of the hall. They look concerned as they walk towards me. âLuna, are you alright?â I recognize the voice. It's Dory, âYou look no wellââ I donât hear the rest of her sentence as the air shifts, and I grace the floor. Shadows dance in my vision before everything turns dark. Beep. Beep. My eyes flutter open on hearing a sound, and I find myself in a hospital bed. A dull ache throbs in my head. âSheâs awake,â I feel Doryâs warm hand on my back as I slowly get up. She helps me sit. âThank Goddess!â Drake exclaims as he stands beside her. They are twins, and work for me in the pack. I groan, feeling the same throbbing sensation. âI passed out?â âYeah. We brought you to the hospital as soon as possible. Are you okay now?â Drake asks. I nod, âYeah.â The door opens, and a woman walks in wearing a white coat and holding a clipboard. "Oh, you're awake. That's good," she says with a smile as she approaches me. My gaze falls onto the tag on her coat. Dr. Shalini, Senior Gynaecologist. âIs it an infection?â I ask. Her smile widens, âNo, Luna. I have good news for you. I hope that the Alpha throws us a party after this.â she says and my frown deepens. My gaze shifts to Drake and Dory. Drake shrugs while Dory shakes her head. âI donât understand,â I say. âCongratulations, my Luna. You are going to be a mother.â she replies. Chapter 4 : A Baby? Verena The world seems to stop as I hear what she said. I amâŚcarrying a baby now? âWhat?â I gasp. The woman nods, her eyes glinting with excitement. âYes, Luna. I ran a USG scan, and it shows the pregnancy.â Dory shrieks, âOh my Goddess! That's wonderful news.â She grins at me, and hugs Drake, who is taken aback by her sisterâs excitement. The doctor looks at my confused expression and asks, âIs everything alright?â I stare at my lap. How can I be? Drake senses my confusion and turns to the doctor, âCan we have some time alone with her? Weâll call you if we need anything. Thank you for the news, doc.â âUm, alright,â she says hesitantly, giving me one last glance before walking out of the room. Dory senses the change in mood and asks me, âWhatâs wrong, Luna?â âI think I understand why she is confused,â Drake answers, and Dory looks at him. âWe all know that Luna does not have a wolf.â Doryâs brows shoot up in realization. âOh my, thatâs right. Then, how?â She looks at me, the colors of excitement on her face completely gone. A she-wolf who did not shift canât bear another male wolfâs child, let alone that of an Alphaâs child. Our genetics act like one of a normal human, and we are not compatible with carrying a shifterâs child. So how can I having a baby? âWe should get the report checked or tell them to run another test on you. The report can be wrong,â Drake says in a calm voice. He is always calm in these situations and looks at every problem through a logical perspective. As advised by Drake, I undergo another USG scan to confirm if the report is accurate or not. Dory insists that I get some rest, so I return to the packhouse after the test is over. She promises to bring me the test report, so I anxiously wait for her in one of my spare rooms. When the second test report arrives, my eyes stay glued to the report file, my hands trembling. Test resultâpositive. Sweet tears blur my vision. I canât believe this. âIt's really true, Luna. You are with child,â Dory remarks with a huge smile plastered on her face. My hand reaches to my belly. There is a life growing inside me. When I had not shifted after my 18th birthday, I had lost all hope of conceiving. Elijah was unhappy about my barren state, and it was another reason for him to act cold towards me in the initial stages of our marriage. An Alpha needs an heir, and I was incapable of providing one. âBut how is this possible? I never shifted,â I mutter. âI have a theory in my mind,â Dory replies as she stands before me with her hands crossed. I look up from the file, and a thoughtful look darkens her eyes, âThere have been a few cases where the shifter did not transform at the right age because their wolf was still in a developmental phase.â I raise a brow, âDevelopmental phase?â She hums, âMost wolves start to develop in our bodies from the time of our birth. The average age for any healthy transformation is from eighteen to nineteen. Usually, after that time, no shifter ever transforms, meaning their wolf could not grow properly because of the lack of strength in the personâs body. But there was this one case study in the Moonlight Pack where the Alpha got his wolf at the age of twenty-six. Rumor has it that his predecessors also got their wolves late.â âSo it's in the bloodline?â I ask, rubbing my belly, âIsnât the Moonlight Pack Alpha a powerful one who has magical powers?â She nods, âThatâs what everyone says. But recently, no one has seen the Alpha around, and some say that it's just baseless rumors. If he truly had magical powers, then he would have shown them, but thereâs no incident as such. Heâs been a mystery for the last ten years.â I hum in agreement. It's hard to tell what my condition is, but I donât care. If Elijah learns about this, I am sure heâll annul the divorce. He canât reject me after knowing that I have his baby. It will put the childâs life at risk. I need to tell him. He has to change his mind after this. He canât get separated from me if he knows that I am carrying his future heir. I get up from the bed and tell Dory, âIâll show this to the Alpha.â Not wasting another second, I am rushing out of the guestroom. Thank Selene! She has blessed me with a child. She believes that Elijah and I are meant to be together. A smile curves my lips. The moment I reach his office, I knock the door twice with my knuckles while excitement bubbles through me. I hear his deep voice through the door, âCome in.â I step in, feeling a little nervous as I find him sitting on his office chair, wearing his blue-light glasses with a white rim. They frame his obsidian eyes that scrutinize me. He looks so handsome in them. But then my gaze falls on Nixie, whose arm rests on his shoulder. She is way too close to him, and frowns when she notices me. It's not hard to see the malicious look in her eyes. Once I settle things with Elijah, Iâll make sure she never gets a chance to come close to him. âWhat brings you here, Rena?â Elijah asks, shifting his gaze to his computer screen. I am about to respond when he says, âI hope it's not ânothingâ like last time. You should know that I am a busy person, and my time has value." He speaks in a frosty demeanor that reminds me of winter. âI am carrying your baby, Elijah,â I say, hoping that the news will shock him. He has always been looking forward to having an heir. Now his wish has come true. Chapter 5: Will He Be Back? Verena His gaze lifts from the display screen and darkens with disappointment, âIs this your new trick to get me back?â he retorts, and the corner of Nixieâs lips curls into a smirk. I blink in confusion. Trick? âWhyâwhy would I trick you with something like this?â His jaw clenches, and the air turns cold with his icy gaze, âYou tell me, Rena. You want me to believe that without having a wolf, you can carry the child of an Alpha?â I flinch at his words. I am not proud of my condition. But it's out of my control. âI know it's hard to believe. I did not believe it either. Thatâs why I ran two tests to confirm the report. I am really carrying a baby.â I take a step towards his desk and hand him the file. He flips through it, his eyes going over the report. Nixie leans in to also check, and her face turns pale. It makes me a little happy. This child will be the one to save our relationship and this pack. âI get it now,â he says, staring at the table in thought, and I breathe in relief. âYou went to Shadow Den after the divorce for this reason. To create a fake pregnancy report.â He adds, and suddenly it feels like I have been punched in the gut. âWhat?! What are you talking about?â I ask, my eyes wide in horror. Shadow Den is a shady place at the borders of the pack where all kinds of illegal activities take place, including creating fake documents. A dignified lady will never step into that place because it reeks of crime and rogue trafficking. âI told my men to keep an eye on you, and they reported that you went to Shadow Den. At first, I couldnât believe it and punished them for lying to me. But now it seems that they were telling me the truth.â The look Elijah gives me completely shatters my soul. It feels like the respect he had for me is broken now. I shake my head frantically, âNo! I did not go there, Elijah. Please trust me!â He scoffs, his eyes swirling with hurt. âHow can I trust you when you are doing things behind my back? You know how much I have desired a child. It pains me to think you have gone this far.â âThatâs not true. I will never do something like this, you know that,â The corner of my eyes prick. How can he believe that I will fake childbirth? âI can prove myself this time. Call the hospital and ask if I had done a test there or not.â I raise my voice, holding my ground as much as I can. Elijah dials the number on his phone. He puts it on the loudspeaker and places it on the desk for me to hear. With each ring, my heart beats with anticipation. This has to work. The clinic keeps records of their patients. âLarsen's Clinic speaking. How may I help you, Alpha?â The female receptionistâs voice comes from the receiving end. Elijah places his hands on the desk and asks, âIs there any record of my wife Verena Donovan getting a USG test done today at your clinic?â âGive me a second please, Alpha,â the receptionist answers politely. Patient records are confidential, but since it's the Alpha asking for information, the hospital has to obey his orders. I fidget, waiting for her to confirm it. Each second feels like an hour, making me grow nervous. Her voice finally comes through, âThereâs no record of her checking in our clinic today, Alpha.â My heart drops, and for a second I forget how to breathe. No, this canât be possible. I was there. They saw me. Then, why? Elijah hangs up the phone. Nixieâs eyes glint with victory as she stares at me. The walls around the office feel like they are closing in on me. Why did the clinic lie? Is someone else behind this? My gaze shifts to Nixie, who has a smug look on her face. It is strange how she has been so silent and did not try to stop me from showing the reports. He sighs and takes off his glasses. âRena, look. Your excuses are not going to work on me. This rejection is going to happen because as an Alpha, I have to be with my rightful mate.â He rises from the chair and approaches me. Standing close to me, he adds âAnd I am letting you stay here. I wonât banish you from the pack, so you donât have to use these cheap tricks.â Cheap tricks? My hand goes to my belly. The man I have spent my life with for three years did not try to believe me for once. This proves that he never trusted me in all these years, and I thought that we had a good relationshipâone that was built out of mutual love and respect. It was all in my head. âThis is the extent of my kindness, Rena,â Elijah adds, âDonât test my patience any further.â I donât need his kindness. The only thing I wanted from him was to take my side, to have faith in me. But he pushed it all away. I decide to leave silently and walk towards the door. When I grab the handle with my shaking hand, his voice stops me. âRena.â I look over my shoulder and find him staring at me. There is something in his gaze. âI hope you remember the time of the rejection ceremony tomorrow. Donât try to bail on me because then Iâll have to force you to join me at the training grounds.â My chest tightens at the lack of empathy in his voice. âI wonât,â I hold back the tears that threaten to fall by clenching the doorknob tightly. He wants to get rid of me so badly. But I am worried about my child. I can only pray to have the strength to protect my baby from his rejection. Chapter 6 : Loveâs Not Enough Verena âSo, when is the Alpha throwing us a party?â Dory asks as she walks into my room with a cheerful smile. She does not know. The only thing she knows is that I went to Elijah to tell him the good news. âYou definitely have to tell me the names you are deciding on, especially if it's a girl. I donât want our princess to have a terrible name like mine. Also Iââ âWe are going to have a rejection ceremony today,â I say with a grim expression. Dory blinks a few times, âWhat? Thatâs such a bad joke.â My lips curve in a sad smile while I sit on the armchair, âIt's not.â The girlâs smile drops, âNo, thatâs not possible.â My gaze dips to the jar sheâs holding in her hand, âDid you bring the herbs I asked you to?â Her brows pucker, âYeah, I did. But the herbs you asked for are used to protect an unborn from any strong supernatural forces. Why would you ask for something likeââ her lips stop moving as her eyes light up with realization. There are certain herbs that protect an unborn child in the womb of a mother who gets rejected from her mate. I told her to bring one of those so that no harm comes to my baby. She stays still for a few seconds, âWhat? Iâ Are you really getting rejected?â I answer her with my silence. She stands still, as if processing everything. âThe Alpha...heâs behind this, isnât he?â she grits her teeth. âI should have known it. Something felt off about you staying in this room, and looking so pale.â She clenches her fist. I slowly rise from my armchair, âDory, calm down.â âNo for this case!â she slams the jar into the bedside, and stomps out of the room. Crap! I run up to her. Sheâs going to argue with Elijah. Stepping out of the room, I get hold of her wrist, and stop her, âStop! Donât do it.â She whips her head at me, rage burning like coal in her eyes, âLuna, I respect you. But I canât accept this. How can he do this to you? Iâll go and knock some sense into him!â âNo, no, no.â I pull her back. She is acting like a dog who has gone feral, and needs to be kept on a leash. Most of the time she is calm and rational. But when it comes to the people she cares for, she becomes hot-headed and does something regretful. If she talks back to Elijah, she can be put into the cells or even banished. âCalm down. This decision is mutual,â I say, and she freezes. She turns to me with a face as if lightning has struck her. âWhat about the child? How can you get separated when the future heir of this pack is growing inside you?â She points at my belly and I place my palm on it. Despite what the clinic said, I believe that a life is growing inside me. I can feel it in my bones. But I donât want to tell Dory everything. She does not need to be involved in my problems. "It's because of the new girl who joined the pack, isnât it?â Dory asks suddenly, and I jerk my head up at her, my heart skipping a beat. I did not expect her to catch on to it so quickly. She notices my face, âYou donât need to worry about her, Luna. Iâll teach her a lesson that sheâll run out of the borders of this pack and never look back,â she says with determination. I sigh. This girl has no sense of danger. âYouâll do nothing like that. Promise me.â She frowns, âButââ âI said what I said. Donât argue with your Luna,â I will be ex-Luna soon but there is time left for the rejection ceremony. So I will use my authority to make sure Dory does not put herself in danger. Her shoulders sag, and she reluctantly nods. âBut why are you not doing anything? Will you let another girl just take everything from you?â Her words prick me. I did try, but when Elijah wants me to step out of his life, then there is nothing I can do. Even our child could not save our relationship because he does not even believe in its existence. âIt's pointless. Also, it's better to end things. Our marriage was like an agreement and since he has no use for me now, the agreement has ended.â It was a mistake. If I had known that I would be treated like this after the return of his fated mate, I would have never agreed to this marriage. Second chance mates after all areâŚsecond choice, not first. âBut LunaâŚâ She steps closer to me, her brown eyes staring at me, âYou love him, more than your own life. I know you.â Her words squeeze my chest tightly and warm tears cover my vision. She has seen how much dedicated I have been to Elijah. I blink to push my tears back, and amidst the silence of the gloomy morning my words come out like a sad symphony, âMy love is not enough.â A tear slips down my left eye. Dory's eyes glisten with pain as she wraps her arms around me in a gentle embrace. The warmth of her act stirs something inside me, and I break down into sobs. Now that she's here, I realize how much I needed someone's presence to share my sorrow. With no parents or many friends whom I can trust to open up to, given my focus on work and Elijah, her presence feels like a cool shade after hours of walking in scorching heat. "I am so sorry this is happening to you. If the Alpha can't see how much you have sacrificed for him, then he does not deserve you!" she cries, and I hug her tighter. It brings me some relief knowing that there's someone for me. "Don't worry sweetheart, it's okay. I can make it." I pat Dory on the back. "Later I'll go to Elijah's room and get my stuff back, they must not want to see me in this house, and neither do I.â Chapter 7: Shattered Expectations An hour later, I step inside Elijahâs bedroom to get all my stuff. The walls of the room make me suffocated as it reminds me of the times we have spent here. Brushing those thoughts away, I focus on my task at hand. There is no point in staying in this packhouse so Iâll pack my things and leave. The money I have saved from my stock investments will get me to stay for six months in a five-star hotel. I will use that time to find a job. Since I have always been focused on my duties as the Luna of this pack, I never got the time to pursue anything else, especially my dream to open a bakery. Now that I no longer have any duties towards the pack, I can focus on my dream and have a bakery shop of my own. Feeling a little energetic from the idea, I start to pull out all my accessories from the drawer when my eyes fall on a photo frame. Bright blue sky, palm trees and sand fill the background before which stands a couple smiling at me. The ladyâs cheeks are pink, and the shine in her eyes is unavoidable as her man has his arm wrapped around her waist. âHaha! You canât catch me!â I scream as I run across the sand, the warmth of the sun on my skin, and the cool breeze tangling my hair. Elijah has a challenging look on his face as he chases me, but thereâs a subtle smile on his handsome sun-kissed face. Before I know it, his strong arms grab me from behind, âLooks like I won,â I gasp as he gently lifts me off my feet, my heart fluttering in my chest. With a playful smile, he swings me around. Our laughter mixes and rings in the air, the world fading away as we get lost into the moment. My hand trembles as I run my palm over the picture in the photo frame. Those were some of our best moments, filled with joy and sweetness. Our relationship wasnât one of love, but he was slowly warming up to me. "Oh, looks like there is a thief in here," Nixie's voice startles me as I find her standing inside the room. "How dare you try to steal my things?" she accuses me with her arms crossed. I look at the clothes that I am holding. "These are my things." She scoffs, "No more. Whatever you had before, it all belongs to me now. Including Elijah." Her words cut deep, and she smiles in satisfaction, enjoying the effect her words have on me. Her eyes lower to my hand, zeroing in on the ring I am wearing. I look at the diamond ring. It's a very special ring to me as Elijah gifted it to me on my birthday. "This ring will protect you from everything and my heart is in it. I give it to you," He said when he slid it onto my index finger. It's a rare diamond that can't be bought with money. "Hand over that ring right now," Nixie says, her eyes beaming with greed. I take a step back, holding my hand. "No." This ring means a lot to me. Even if I am separated from Elijah, I still want to keep a part of him with me forever. âI wonât say it again. Give it to me; it's my order! Your Lunaâs order,â she shouts. âYou'll never be my Luna. And I'm not giving this to you,â I reply confidently. âHow dare you!â she grabs my wrist forcefully, and I yelp as a sharp pain shoots through my finger to my spine as she pulls the ring out of me forcefully. âGive it to me or Iâll cut your fingers off, you useless lowly beast!â she yells. Instinctively, I push her away with my other hand, and she stumbles back onto someoneâs chest. My eyes go round when I see Elijah holding her from behind. His eyes are as cold as the Arctic, freezing me in my spot. âWhat is happening here?â âE-elijah,â Nixie starts crying, and wraps her arms around his neck, âIââ she sniffs, âI was only asking her how costly the ring is and she pushed me away.â She sobs like a baby. âThatâs not true. She was trying to take the ring from me!â I protest. âSo what if she did?â he asks, his face like a carved stone with no emotions. I stare at him, trying to process what he said for a moment. âI told her that she can have the ring when she asked me about it.â My eyes widen in disbelief, unblinking as they stare at him. Time stands still. I canât believe what he is saying. âHand over the ring to her, Rena,â he demands in a frosty voice. My feet feel glued to the floor. Nixieâs lips curl in a smile as she watches me in despair. The room closes around me, suffocating me with the weight of its shattered expectations. My lips curve upwards, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. It's devoid of any joy and is a mask to hide the emptiness within. Why did I even hope that heâll care for me? Stupid, stupid me. I walk towards them and pull out the ring from my finger. âHere, take it,â I say while the smile remains intact. âYou can have everything else here too. I donât want it anymore.â It's exhausting to keep hoping that things will change, that heâll take me back. Those are my last words, and I walk out of the room, accepting my defeat. Nixie wins, I lose. Suddenly, I feel a hand grab my wrist from behind and hear Elijahâs voice, âRena.â I freeze. His voice is so gentle. My heart pounds in my chest, and I look past my shoulder to meet his black eyes. âThe rejection ceremony is going to start soon. Iâll wait for you at the training grounds.â Chapter 8 : The Rejection Verena I smile, while my heart breaks in pain. He is so good at crushing my heart, like it's an object. âI will be there in time.â Saying that, I pull my hand away from him, engraving his touch for the last time in my head. A while later, I look at my reflection in the mirror. Dark eye bags hang under my green eyes, like someone has sucked the soul out of me. Only half an hour left before the ceremony begins, and after that, I will be separated from Elijah completely. I have mentally prepared myself for it, but physically, I am in a mess. Nixie took all my clothes and accessories, even the ones I bought myself. I am not that interested in fashion, so most of my clothes and jewelry were gifted by Elijah. So now, I have nothing to wear except this dress that I have on. My hands tremble a little in concern. Without anything, it will be hard for me to survive. But then I remind myself that I will be a mother soon. Stress is not good for the baby. I rub my belly, âMamma promises to be strong from now on. You hang in there, pup.â I will need to dip into some of my savings to purchase new clothes and other necessities. But first, I must find a good hotel to stay in. My thoughts are interrupted by the loud sound of footsteps, and my face sours when I see Nixie walk in through the door, looking very chirpy. Now, what does she want? "Why are you here?" I ask in frustration, deciding not to turn around and act as though I am busy. Searching for hotels will be a better use of my time. I feel her close in, and she waves her hand before my face from behind. My gaze falls on the diamond ring on her finger, the ring I thought Elijah had gifted me as a sign of his love. My heart crumbles at the sight of it. "It suits me more than you, doesn't it? Elijah said that it looks better on me," she giggles, adding salt to my wound. I intentionally stay silent and focus on scrolling through a site that shows the various hotels available with their ratings and reviews. "Hello? I am talking to you!" she waves her hand again, clearly annoyed by not receiving her expected response. I refuse to give her the satisfaction of seeing me in pain, so I continue to avoid her. There's a groan from behind before she slaps my phone away, causing it to hit the hard, hardwood floor. I gasp at its state and immediately pick it up. The screen has cracked. "Now, that's a proper reaction," she says, smirking. Clenching my jaw, I face her. "Whatâs your problem, you mad woman?! I have divorced Elijah, and we are rejecting each other. That should be more than enough for you!" She sneers at me. "Don't act like you're doing me a favor. Actually, I'll do you a favor. Once you're rejected, I'll make sure you get banished after that." My face drains of all colors. Banishment? No! If I'm banished, I'll become a rogue with nowhere to live and no means to survive. That's assuming I don't get hurt by the dangerous creatures outside the borders or get captured by rogue traffickers who might sell me to some nasty, old Alpha as a slave first. I can't let my child be born in those circumstances. "Why? I'll leave this packhouse after rejection, so I won't be a threat to you anymore," I protest. She scowls. "Of course you are. I don't know what Elijah saw in you, but he seems to still care about you. He was telling me to return your clothes since he gave them to you," she rolls her eyes, "And he won't allow me to turn you into a slave for this packhouse either. So it means you're a threat to my position." I gulp, feeling a little relieved knowing that Elijah said that. But it's quickly replaced by Nixie's warning. "Be prepared to be kicked out. See you in the training grounds," she waves her hand and walks away humming a tune. My legs give out, and I collapse to the floor. My fingers curl around the bedsheet for support as I try to calm the crumbling anxiety inside me. What do I do now? I can't become a rogue. Dory walks in, her eyes falling on me. "Luna, are you okay?" she rushes up to me and helps me stand. She touches my forehead. "You're burning up. Did something happen?" I shake my head. "I'm fine. Is it time?" Her face falls, and she nods once. Taking a deep breath, I gather some courage. "Alright, let's go." Chapter 9 : Rejection I have to fight this. If Nixie wins, my pup will be in danger. I won't let that happen. We walk down the stairs and step outside. The sky is filled with gray clouds. On the large training grounds where the air usually buzzes with excitement and the energy of warriors, there's a damp, silent atmosphere among the people who came to watch the ceremony. None of them seem sad to watch me get rejected. They've never wanted me as their Luna because I'm an orphan. I take my place in the center of the ground. The people on the left clear a path for Elijah to walk through by standing in two rows, and he stops before the space created for the ceremony. Our eyes meet for a few seconds before he turns to the crowd. âI wonât waste time on explaining whatâs happening here as most of you present are already aware. But know that I wonât tolerate anyone breaking the rules. If anyone dares to say a bad word to Verena or insults her in any way, I will have your head. Rejected or not, she is still a respected member of our family and this pack. So you all are expected to treat her fairly. Is that clear?â The people nod in unison, fearing Elijahâs wrath. A part of me is glad that he is rejecting me in a respectful manner. It would have hurt a lot more if he just allowed anyone to publicly berate me, especially when I go through the rejection. Elijah walks closer to me, and looks into my eyes. I feel his breathing was a little erratic and his face didn't look quite right.. Is he drunk? "I, Elijah Donovan, Alpha of the Iron Claw Pack, reject you, Verena, as my fated mate and my Luna," he declares. I close my eyes, attempting to block out the pain threatening to consume me. But even in the darkness behind my eyelids, I feel the strength of the rejection, as it threatens to tear my body apart. The pain rattles through my bones, clogging my nostrils and leaving me breathless. Elijah extends his arm to help me, but I take a step back. I will endure this pain alone. "I, Verena, current Luna of the Iron Claw Pack, accept your rejection, Alpha Elijah," I declare. My legs wobble beneath my dress as the ache in my chest intensifies. I feel a strong convulsion in my belly, causing me to lose my balance and drop to the ground, clutching my stomach. My baby! "Rena, are you alright?" Elijah inquires, but I know better than to believe that he actually cares for me. Gradually, the pain subsides, and I feel the herbs taking action to protect my baby from the effects of the rejection. "I am fine," I manage to say, wiping my tear-soaked face. "You accepted it," he mutters under his breath. Was he not expecting it? I donât even understand him at this point. My limbs feel weak, so I remain in my place, trying to prevent myself from passing out. Just as I begin to feel like I have regained some control over my body, a strong scent hits my nose. It smells like lemons and grass, reminiscent of summer. I glance in the direction from which it's coming and spot a man walking into the crowd, looking around anxiously. Heâs as tall as Elijah, broad and well-built, with spiky light-blond hair, deep blue eyes, and a tattoo running down his left arm. His aura is powerful, like that of an Alpha. 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đHOT! HOT!Do not read in publicďźđ | My husband and mate, Elijah, is the Alpha of one of the most powerful packs in Fenrisa, the Iron Claw Pack. I am his wife and his mate. One would think that due to being fated, our relationship would be a good one. But thatâs far from the truth. The truth is, I am his second chance mate. âVerena, I want to reject our bond and get separated,â Elijahâs voice doesn't hold an ounce of emotion as he sits across from me in the dim living room. I'd been waiting for him to celebrate our third wedding anniversary together. But when he arrived, there was this coldness about him. I figured he was just tired from work, but then he asked me to sit down and dropped a bombshell on me. "Why?" I blink in disbelief. He must be joking, right? But the intensity of his gaze chips away at my doubt, replacing it with a growing sense of worry. I know the reason. The one I've feared the most for so long. His mate has returned to the pack. Elijahâs first mate had left him just before the mating ceremony. The reason was unknown, but everyone assumed that she didnât want a relationship with her mate and loved someone else. On the same day of their separation, Elijah found me and realized that I am his second chance mate. Second chance mates are rare, and it can be called a miracle that the Goddess gives Elijah a second chance in love by mating us. He hasnât rejected his first mate, but one can find a second mate irrespective of rejecting their first mate. It's complicated and goes against the laws of the mate bond. Yet it's a blessing to the ones whose first mate dies or leaves them. Elijah sighs, âYou know about Nixie. She wants to be back with me.â I clench my fist. âAnd you want to get back with her?â My lips quiver, and I struggle to stop my body from trembling, but it's futile. Despite being Elijahâs second chance, heâs my first. My first mate, the only love of my life. No matter who your second chance is, the bond with the first mate is stronger, like the first love that you canât move on from. Elijah feels the same towards Nixie, I know, but can I simply accept it? His face remains aloof, âNixie needs me, Verena. She is my mate and my wolf needs her.â His first mate returned a week ago, claiming that she was kidnapped by our enemy pack and taken hostage for three years. The pack that captured her was destroyed due to a pack war, and the hostages were released. Thatâs how Nixie escaped and returned to our pack. "I canât have two mates at the same time. Having you both is putting a lot of pressure and weakening my wolf. Over time, itâll get worse. So, Iâll have to reject one," he adds in a calm voice, while a storm is rising in my chest. "And you choose her," I reply, tears brimming in my eyes. I knew that Elijah hadnât moved on from his first mate when I entered his life. But I had believed that I could heal him and show him that I can love him more. I did everything in my power to make him happy when we got married. Yet, sheâs the one he chooses. What about us? The relationship we built for all these years, does it mean nothing to him? When I walked into his life, he was emotionally unavailable and rude to me. But I stayed patient and he gradually started to warm up to me. Since then we had worked together on everything and he promised to stay beside me forever. I know that I wonât be able to bear him a healthy child because I did not shift after I turned eighteen and it's been five years since I have been wolf-less. But I felt the mate bond when I saw Elijah at the Mating Ball. He also agreed to marry me because his pack needed a Luna and it was better to have a second chance mate than have no mate at all. âYou said you'd never leave me. You promised me,â I remind him. âHow can you break it because of someone who left you years ago?â His icy presence sends a chill through the room. "Rena, watch your words. Remember who you're speaking to," he warns, his tone sharp like a blade. "And do you expect me to overlook the fact that you intentionally drove Nixie away because you wanted to be with me?" My brows raise, âWhat are you talking about?â He stands from the couch, âYou think I donât know? Nixie returned to this pack just one year after our marriage and wanted to meet me. But you met her first and threatened her to not come close to me and disappear from the pack.â A shadow falls on his chiseled face, making him look deadly and dangerous. I have always admired his ruthless side, especially when he makes sure to punish anyone who tries to hurt me. But today, heâs giving me this look as if heâs disgusted by me. âBecause of you, Nixie could not contact me and tell me what happened to her. I couldnât be there for her when she needed me. Just because of you.â He accuses me, and I feel like I have been stabbed in the chest. âI did not!â I say and he tilts his head as if he did not expect that response from me. As much as I want Elijah all to myself, I know that he feels empty without Nixie. So I would have accepted them being together, just for the sake of Elijahâs happiness. He raises a brow, âSo you are not going to admit it?â âAdmit what? I have no idea what you are talking about.â I protest. "Fine, I'll call him then," Elijah's obsidian eyes glaze over as he connects through the mind-link. Seconds later, the door swings open and Joshua walks inside. âWhatâs the matter?â He asks as he looks at both of us. He is Elijahâs Beta. âRena denies that she had not tried to kick Nixie out of the pack when she returned two years ago. Is that true?â I look at Joshua expectantly. He will tell Elijah the truth. I relax a little, waiting for the truth to come out. But why do I have this bad feeling? âNo, I saw her two years ago with the Luna,â Joshua replies calmly, with a subtle smile on his face. âThe Luna did threaten her and tell her to leave the pack.â What?! âJoshua, what the hell are you saying?! I didn't even meet Nixie!â I rise from my seat in shock and look at him in disbelief. âKeep your voice low, Rena. Joshua is saying what he saw and I am surprised that you believed heâd lie for you. After all, heâs the one who showed me pictures of your encounter with my mate.â Elijah throws the pictures on the table and it feels like someone has pulled the rug off my feet. These are from a different time. They are manipulated. I look at the Beta who gives me a smirk. He betrayed me. I thought we were good friends but⌠My shoulders slump as I look at the floor. This canât be happening. âDo you have any evidence that the Beta is lying?â Elijah asks. I donât have an answer. My head spins, trying to process everything that has happened. âNo,â I whisper. If I had known that heâll betray me like this, I would have been more cautious. But why would he do this? For a few minutes, silence hangs heavy in the air until Elijah gently grasps my chin, coaxing me to meet his gaze. His inky black hair falls messily across his face, reminding me of its softness when I touched it before. âIt's over, Rena. You knew how much I loved Nixie, yet you pushed her away from me. Then you pretended to love me when all you wanted was the power and wealth that comes with being my wife. I canât let any of this slip away.â he says, his voice gentle but deep and chilling. Pretend to love him? After all these years, he thinks it was an act. I know I donât have any evidence to prove my innocence, but wonât he try to believe me for once? I canât help but wonder if he would have believed Nixie if she was in my shoes. He would have probably forgiven her, because mates tend to be possessive of their partners. But he wonât treat me like that, because according to him, I am just his second chance. I am nothing compared to his first true mate, his first love. Tears glisten in my eyes as pain grips my heart. "Elijah, I mean it. I don't care about the position. I just want you." He growls, baring his canines and his eyes flash, âI had enough. You should be grateful that I am not imprisoning you for doing something like this. So if you donât want to live in the cells, I advise you to accept the divorce and the rejection.â He lets go of my chin and retrieves the divorce agreement. He slaps it onto the coffee table, making me flinch. "Sign it.â I stare at the papers with a bleeding heart. All the good memories I had with him flash in my head. What did all of those moments mean? Was it a lie when he said that I make him smile? That I am special to him? That our bond is no lesser than a first mate bond? I slowly bend forward, and grab the pen. I sign the paper while holding back my tears.âHere, it's done,â I whisper while holding the divorce agreement. For a brief moment, the iciness in his gaze melts, replaced by shock and hurt. But he swiftly regains his composure and accepts the paper from me. A sad smile curves my lips. So he would have gotten separated from me anyway. It did not matter what I did, he just needed a reason to reject me and have his mate back. âWhen is the rejection ceremony going to take place?â I ask while looking down at my trembling arms. If I see his face, Iâm afraid Iâll break down completely. âTomorrow. I expect you to be present at the training ground at eight in the morning. Once the rejection is over, you can stay at the packhouse. Though Iâd prefer if you donât come close to my mate. I donât want you to cause a scene.â he replied and it hurts how he calls Nixie âmy mateâ. I rise from my seat and turn around, âDonât worry, you wonât find me anywhere near you or Nixie after the rejection is over. Thatâll be my gift to you. Happy Marriage Anniversary, Alpha Elijah.â Chapter 2 : Her, Nixie Verena It's alright. Things will get better. Elijah will change his mind, after all he loves meâ- My trembling hand freezes halfway as I reach for the plate on the dining table. Tear droplets splatter on the polished darkwood, and the sight of our signatures on the divorce agreement brings me crashing back to reality. We're divorced, and tomorrow he will reject me. Not being able to pretend anymore, I break down into sobs. My fingers curl on the edge of the table while I look at the hardwood floor with tears streaming down my eyes. He really divorced me. My relationship with Elijah hasnât been a bed of roses. When we married, he was cold and distant. But I started to witness the softer, emotional side of him that he tried to hide from the rest of the world. I made his pain my own, and tried my best to keep him happy. He was gradually warming up to me. But then Nixie returned and he pushed me away like those years of our relationship meant nothing to him. My chest squeezes painfully at the thought of it. I just canât accept that he doesn't want me anymore. But the untouched food on the table, and the red velvet cake with Happy Third Marriage Anniversary written on it is a reminder that it's true. It took me almost four hours to bake this cake, in high hopes of seeing a smile on Elijahâs face when he returns. âAre you finished with your nonsense?â Maya, my maidâs voice, draws my attention to the door. She stands there with an annoyed expression, gesturing towards the wall. âUnlike you, I actually have work to do, like cleaning up this mess.â I wipe my face, and take a step back, âYes, go ahead.â My voice sounds dry. Maya rolls her eyes, her lips curl in disapproval as she walks over and eyes the table. âSuch a headache,â she mutters while shaking her head. Despite being Luna, I am not liked in the packhouse. It's because I am an orphan who did not shift. Even an omega has a wolf, so it makes me appear way beneath in rank. So the people donât approve of me as their Queen. Someone without a wolf canât lead a pack of wolves. Thatâs what I have always been told. I have learned to live with it because that is how I have always been treated. And forcing people to like me through fear of my position goes beyond my values, so I try to make up for my weakness by putting my best efforts. But Elijah has punished anyone who has tried to misbehave with me, always taking my side when things went down. He was very protective of me. Was. I wonder if he believes now Nixie will be a better Luna than me because of having a wolf. She comes from a family of Gammas, so she has a strong wolf and anyone will choose her over me. Rip! My body jolts at the sudden sound of something being torn off, and I notice Maya ruthlessly tearing the fairy lights and red balloons off the wall behind the table. With each delicate adornment being stripped away, I feel a prick in my chest. My friends Dory and Drake helped me set up the decorations last night, and we were so proud of it. Maya does not hold back on the food either, and I flinch at the way she just dumps the cake into the dustbin. I feel like that cake, dumped into trash. My head feels dizzy at the overwhelming emotions. I need a shower. I walk out of the dining hall, and my legs feel heavy for some reason. Now that I think about it, I've been feeling quite sick since this morning. My throat itches, I feel nauseous, and I've been unusually tired lately. Maybe it's because of Elijah. Not paying any attention to my surroundings, my hand subconsciously reaches to open the door to the bedroom. But the moment the door swings back, a pleasant musky scent hits my nose. Thereâs another scent with it that makes my nose crinkle. My body freezes in place when I notice Elijah sitting on the bed. With Nixie on his lap. With brown hair that brushes her shoulders in curls and a floral print mini skirt riding up her slender, milky white thighs, Nixie looks like any manâs wet dream. Compared to her, I look basic in my plain blue dress and straight midnight blue hair. They seem to be having a moment as her arms are wrapped around his neck, while his hand is on her slim waist. Elijah notices my presence, âRena,â he takes my name with his deep, velvety voice that tugs at my heart and lets go of Nixieâs waist. Nixie gets off his lap and stands beside him, fixing her skirt. âOh my Goddess, Rena. I-I didnât know you would be coming,â her pale skin turns red as if sheâs embarrassed. Even when I donât have a wolf, I can still feel the sting of their intimacy. My heart pounds painfully in my chest. âRena, why are you here?â Elijah asks, staring at me with his cold obsidian eyes. I canât tell what he is thinking. Chapter 3 : He, with Her Verena âIâŚumâŚâ the words feel stuck in my throat. My legs feel weak. I canât believe he started to get so intimate with her after a few hours of our divorce. If heâs this affectionate with her, then it means that he has already moved on. Though maybe he did not need to move on in the first place. âRena?â He takes my name again, and I regain my composure. I need to get a hold on myself. Heâs no longer my husband, and soon heâll reject me from the mate bond. So I shouldnât be feeling anything. âDid I interrupt something?â I ask, my gaze sliding to Nixie who stares at me with her big doe green eyes. Anyone would fall for the innocence those eyes portray, but I can see the malice behind it. Elijah narrows his gaze, and places a hand over his mouth. He does that when heâs curious, and annoyed. âYou did,â he replies sharply, and I'm struck by his words. âIââ âRena, you should remember that you need to ask for the Alphaâs permission before entering his room.â My lips part in shock, and my brows lift. âWhat?â âYou heard me. Still, Iâd let this go because we arenât officially rejected and you are my mate.â His voice puts me in an icy chokehold. Just a few hours, and our relationship has completely changed. Where is the man who waited for me every single night in bed to fall asleep together? Who is he? âWow, I did not know that it was your room now, Alpha. The same room we shared for three years,â I retort, crossing my arms. My eyes flit to the bed where he was sitting with Nixie on his lap. His jaw clenches at my words. âWe are divorced now. So isnât it obvious that we wonât be sharing the same room anymore?â He tilts his head, gauging my reaction. I smirk, âSure. I mean, you wonât like me barging into your âroomâ while you spend some quality time with your mate,â I emphasize the last word and my gaze shifts to Nixie. âRena, before you say something to insult Nixie, Iâll warn you. I have been lenient with you, but I wonât this time. So choose your words wisely.â He speaks in a low, commanding voice, reminding me of whoâs in charge. His words crush my soul. It's as if I am the problem in his life. âElijah, it's alright,â Nixie moves closer to him, and slides her hand over his shoulder. âI can understand that sheâs hurt so I am fine with it.â A growl leaves my lips as I stare at her hand placement. Elijah raises a brow, and I realize what I have done. Heâs still my mate, and it's not easy for me to watch someone else touch him, even if that person is his first mate. âIâI am sorry if I made you upset, Rena,â Nixie looks at me with quivering lips, âBut you have to understand that I love him and canât stay away from him.â Tears fill her eyes, and she starts to sob. âNixie, donât cry. It's not your fault,â Elijah gets up, and wraps an arm around her. My insides scream at that sight, but I donât let a word out of my mouth. I silently watch him comfort her when I am the one in need of comfort. âRena and I have come to a mutual agreement, so it's our decision.â I scowl. It was never my decision to get separated from him. Elijah looks at me with a pointed look, âYou did not tell me why you are here.â His voice is gentle as always, but I can tell that he does not want me here. He feels that I will sabotage his relationship with Nixie. My jaw trembles, âIt's nothing. I am sorry for interrupting whatever you both were doing,â I storm out of the door while the tears trickle down my eyes. The paintings and furniture on the hallway start to look unfamiliar as I rush past them. Why? Why do I have to go through this? My head starts to throb, and I stop in my steps. I feel dizzy. The nausea grows, crawling up my chest and through my blurry vision, I see two figures on the other side of the hall. They look concerned as they walk towards me. âLuna, are you alright?â I recognize the voice. It's Dory, âYou look no wellââ I donât hear the rest of her sentence as the air shifts, and I grace the floor. Shadows dance in my vision before everything turns dark. Beep. Beep. My eyes flutter open on hearing a sound, and I find myself in a hospital bed. A dull ache throbs in my head. âSheâs awake,â I feel Doryâs warm hand on my back as I slowly get up. She helps me sit. âThank Goddess!â Drake exclaims as he stands beside her. They are twins, and work for me in the pack. I groan, feeling the same throbbing sensation. âI passed out?â âYeah. We brought you to the hospital as soon as possible. Are you okay now?â Drake asks. I nod, âYeah.â The door opens, and a woman walks in wearing a white coat and holding a clipboard. "Oh, you're awake. That's good," she says with a smile as she approaches me. My gaze falls onto the tag on her coat. Dr. Shalini, Senior Gynaecologist. âIs it an infection?â I ask. Her smile widens, âNo, Luna. I have good news for you. I hope that the Alpha throws us a party after this.â she says and my frown deepens. My gaze shifts to Drake and Dory. Drake shrugs while Dory shakes her head. âI donât understand,â I say. âCongratulations, my Luna. You are going to be a mother.â she replies. Chapter 4 : A Baby? Verena The world seems to stop as I hear what she said. I amâŚcarrying a baby now? âWhat?â I gasp. The woman nods, her eyes glinting with excitement. âYes, Luna. I ran a USG scan, and it shows the pregnancy.â Dory shrieks, âOh my Goddess! That's wonderful news.â She grins at me, and hugs Drake, who is taken aback by her sisterâs excitement. The doctor looks at my confused expression and asks, âIs everything alright?â I stare at my lap. How can I be? Drake senses my confusion and turns to the doctor, âCan we have some time alone with her? Weâll call you if we need anything. Thank you for the news, doc.â âUm, alright,â she says hesitantly, giving me one last glance before walking out of the room. Dory senses the change in mood and asks me, âWhatâs wrong, Luna?â âI think I understand why she is confused,â Drake answers, and Dory looks at him. âWe all know that Luna does not have a wolf.â Doryâs brows shoot up in realization. âOh my, thatâs right. Then, how?â She looks at me, the colors of excitement on her face completely gone. A she-wolf who did not shift canât bear another male wolfâs child, let alone that of an Alphaâs child. Our genetics act like one of a normal human, and we are not compatible with carrying a shifterâs child. So how can I having a baby? âWe should get the report checked or tell them to run another test on you. The report can be wrong,â Drake says in a calm voice. He is always calm in these situations and looks at every problem through a logical perspective. As advised by Drake, I undergo another USG scan to confirm if the report is accurate or not. Dory insists that I get some rest, so I return to the packhouse after the test is over. She promises to bring me the test report, so I anxiously wait for her in one of my spare rooms. When the second test report arrives, my eyes stay glued to the report file, my hands trembling. Test resultâpositive. Sweet tears blur my vision. I canât believe this. âIt's really true, Luna. You are with child,â Dory remarks with a huge smile plastered on her face. My hand reaches to my belly. There is a life growing inside me. When I had not shifted after my 18th birthday, I had lost all hope of conceiving. Elijah was unhappy about my barren state, and it was another reason for him to act cold towards me in the initial stages of our marriage. An Alpha needs an heir, and I was incapable of providing one. âBut how is this possible? I never shifted,â I mutter. âI have a theory in my mind,â Dory replies as she stands before me with her hands crossed. I look up from the file, and a thoughtful look darkens her eyes, âThere have been a few cases where the shifter did not transform at the right age because their wolf was still in a developmental phase.â I raise a brow, âDevelopmental phase?â She hums, âMost wolves start to develop in our bodies from the time of our birth. The average age for any healthy transformation is from eighteen to nineteen. Usually, after that time, no shifter ever transforms, meaning their wolf could not grow properly because of the lack of strength in the personâs body. But there was this one case study in the Moonlight Pack where the Alpha got his wolf at the age of twenty-six. Rumor has it that his predecessors also got their wolves late.â âSo it's in the bloodline?â I ask, rubbing my belly, âIsnât the Moonlight Pack Alpha a powerful one who has magical powers?â She nods, âThatâs what everyone says. But recently, no one has seen the Alpha around, and some say that it's just baseless rumors. If he truly had magical powers, then he would have shown them, but thereâs no incident as such. Heâs been a mystery for the last ten years.â I hum in agreement. It's hard to tell what my condition is, but I donât care. If Elijah learns about this, I am sure heâll annul the divorce. He canât reject me after knowing that I have his baby. It will put the childâs life at risk. I need to tell him. He has to change his mind after this. He canât get separated from me if he knows that I am carrying his future heir. I get up from the bed and tell Dory, âIâll show this to the Alpha.â Not wasting another second, I am rushing out of the guestroom. Thank Selene! She has blessed me with a child. She believes that Elijah and I are meant to be together. A smile curves my lips. The moment I reach his office, I knock the door twice with my knuckles while excitement bubbles through me. I hear his deep voice through the door, âCome in.â I step in, feeling a little nervous as I find him sitting on his office chair, wearing his blue-light glasses with a white rim. They frame his obsidian eyes that scrutinize me. He looks so handsome in them. But then my gaze falls on Nixie, whose arm rests on his shoulder. She is way too close to him, and frowns when she notices me. It's not hard to see the malicious look in her eyes. Once I settle things with Elijah, Iâll make sure she never gets a chance to come close to him. âWhat brings you here, Rena?â Elijah asks, shifting his gaze to his computer screen. I am about to respond when he says, âI hope it's not ânothingâ like last time. You should know that I am a busy person, and my time has value." He speaks in a frosty demeanor that reminds me of winter. âI am carrying your baby, Elijah,â I say, hoping that the news will shock him. He has always been looking forward to having an heir. Now his wish has come true. Chapter 5: Will He Be Back? Verena His gaze lifts from the display screen and darkens with disappointment, âIs this your new trick to get me back?â he retorts, and the corner of Nixieâs lips curls into a smirk. I blink in confusion. Trick? âWhyâwhy would I trick you with something like this?â His jaw clenches, and the air turns cold with his icy gaze, âYou tell me, Rena. You want me to believe that without having a wolf, you can carry the child of an Alpha?â I flinch at his words. I am not proud of my condition. But it's out of my control. âI know it's hard to believe. I did not believe it either. Thatâs why I ran two tests to confirm the report. I am really carrying a baby.â I take a step towards his desk and hand him the file. He flips through it, his eyes going over the report. Nixie leans in to also check, and her face turns pale. It makes me a little happy. This child will be the one to save our relationship and this pack. âI get it now,â he says, staring at the table in thought, and I breathe in relief. âYou went to Shadow Den after the divorce for this reason. To create a fake pregnancy report.â He adds, and suddenly it feels like I have been punched in the gut. âWhat?! What are you talking about?â I ask, my eyes wide in horror. Shadow Den is a shady place at the borders of the pack where all kinds of illegal activities take place, including creating fake documents. A dignified lady will never step into that place because it reeks of crime and rogue trafficking. âI told my men to keep an eye on you, and they reported that you went to Shadow Den. At first, I couldnât believe it and punished them for lying to me. But now it seems that they were telling me the truth.â The look Elijah gives me completely shatters my soul. It feels like the respect he had for me is broken now. I shake my head frantically, âNo! I did not go there, Elijah. Please trust me!â He scoffs, his eyes swirling with hurt. âHow can I trust you when you are doing things behind my back? You know how much I have desired a child. It pains me to think you have gone this far.â âThatâs not true. I will never do something like this, you know that,â The corner of my eyes prick. How can he believe that I will fake childbirth? âI can prove myself this time. Call the hospital and ask if I had done a test there or not.â I raise my voice, holding my ground as much as I can. Elijah dials the number on his phone. He puts it on the loudspeaker and places it on the desk for me to hear. With each ring, my heart beats with anticipation. This has to work. The clinic keeps records of their patients. âLarsen's Clinic speaking. How may I help you, Alpha?â The female receptionistâs voice comes from the receiving end. Elijah places his hands on the desk and asks, âIs there any record of my wife Verena Donovan getting a USG test done today at your clinic?â âGive me a second please, Alpha,â the receptionist answers politely. Patient records are confidential, but since it's the Alpha asking for information, the hospital has to obey his orders. I fidget, waiting for her to confirm it. Each second feels like an hour, making me grow nervous. Her voice finally comes through, âThereâs no record of her checking in our clinic today, Alpha.â My heart drops, and for a second I forget how to breathe. No, this canât be possible. I was there. They saw me. Then, why? Elijah hangs up the phone. Nixieâs eyes glint with victory as she stares at me. The walls around the office feel like they are closing in on me. Why did the clinic lie? Is someone else behind this? My gaze shifts to Nixie, who has a smug look on her face. It is strange how she has been so silent and did not try to stop me from showing the reports. He sighs and takes off his glasses. âRena, look. Your excuses are not going to work on me. This rejection is going to happen because as an Alpha, I have to be with my rightful mate.â He rises from the chair and approaches me. Standing close to me, he adds âAnd I am letting you stay here. I wonât banish you from the pack, so you donât have to use these cheap tricks.â Cheap tricks? My hand goes to my belly. The man I have spent my life with for three years did not try to believe me for once. This proves that he never trusted me in all these years, and I thought that we had a good relationshipâone that was built out of mutual love and respect. It was all in my head. âThis is the extent of my kindness, Rena,â Elijah adds, âDonât test my patience any further.â I donât need his kindness. The only thing I wanted from him was to take my side, to have faith in me. But he pushed it all away. I decide to leave silently and walk towards the door. When I grab the handle with my shaking hand, his voice stops me. âRena.â I look over my shoulder and find him staring at me. There is something in his gaze. âI hope you remember the time of the rejection ceremony tomorrow. Donât try to bail on me because then Iâll have to force you to join me at the training grounds.â My chest tightens at the lack of empathy in his voice. âI wonât,â I hold back the tears that threaten to fall by clenching the doorknob tightly. He wants to get rid of me so badly. But I am worried about my child. I can only pray to have the strength to protect my baby from his rejection. Chapter 6 : Loveâs Not Enough Verena âSo, when is the Alpha throwing us a party?â Dory asks as she walks into my room with a cheerful smile. She does not know. The only thing she knows is that I went to Elijah to tell him the good news. âYou definitely have to tell me the names you are deciding on, especially if it's a girl. I donât want our princess to have a terrible name like mine. Also Iââ âWe are going to have a rejection ceremony today,â I say with a grim expression. Dory blinks a few times, âWhat? Thatâs such a bad joke.â My lips curve in a sad smile while I sit on the armchair, âIt's not.â The girlâs smile drops, âNo, thatâs not possible.â My gaze dips to the jar sheâs holding in her hand, âDid you bring the herbs I asked you to?â Her brows pucker, âYeah, I did. But the herbs you asked for are used to protect an unborn from any strong supernatural forces. Why would you ask for something likeââ her lips stop moving as her eyes light up with realization. There are certain herbs that protect an unborn child in the womb of a mother who gets rejected from her mate. I told her to bring one of those so that no harm comes to my baby. She stays still for a few seconds, âWhat? Iâ Are you really getting rejected?â I answer her with my silence. She stands still, as if processing everything. âThe Alpha...heâs behind this, isnât he?â she grits her teeth. âI should have known it. Something felt off about you staying in this room, and looking so pale.â She clenches her fist. I slowly rise from my armchair, âDory, calm down.â âNo for this case!â she slams the jar into the bedside, and stomps out of the room. Crap! I run up to her. Sheâs going to argue with Elijah. Stepping out of the room, I get hold of her wrist, and stop her, âStop! Donât do it.â She whips her head at me, rage burning like coal in her eyes, âLuna, I respect you. But I canât accept this. How can he do this to you? Iâll go and knock some sense into him!â âNo, no, no.â I pull her back. She is acting like a dog who has gone feral, and needs to be kept on a leash. Most of the time she is calm and rational. But when it comes to the people she cares for, she becomes hot-headed and does something regretful. If she talks back to Elijah, she can be put into the cells or even banished. âCalm down. This decision is mutual,â I say, and she freezes. She turns to me with a face as if lightning has struck her. âWhat about the child? How can you get separated when the future heir of this pack is growing inside you?â She points at my belly and I place my palm on it. Despite what the clinic said, I believe that a life is growing inside me. I can feel it in my bones. But I donât want to tell Dory everything. She does not need to be involved in my problems. "It's because of the new girl who joined the pack, isnât it?â Dory asks suddenly, and I jerk my head up at her, my heart skipping a beat. I did not expect her to catch on to it so quickly. She notices my face, âYou donât need to worry about her, Luna. Iâll teach her a lesson that sheâll run out of the borders of this pack and never look back,â she says with determination. I sigh. This girl has no sense of danger. âYouâll do nothing like that. Promise me.â She frowns, âButââ âI said what I said. Donât argue with your Luna,â I will be ex-Luna soon but there is time left for the rejection ceremony. So I will use my authority to make sure Dory does not put herself in danger. Her shoulders sag, and she reluctantly nods. âBut why are you not doing anything? Will you let another girl just take everything from you?â Her words prick me. I did try, but when Elijah wants me to step out of his life, then there is nothing I can do. Even our child could not save our relationship because he does not even believe in its existence. âIt's pointless. Also, it's better to end things. Our marriage was like an agreement and since he has no use for me now, the agreement has ended.â It was a mistake. If I had known that I would be treated like this after the return of his fated mate, I would have never agreed to this marriage. Second chance mates after all areâŚsecond choice, not first. âBut LunaâŚâ She steps closer to me, her brown eyes staring at me, âYou love him, more than your own life. I know you.â Her words squeeze my chest tightly and warm tears cover my vision. She has seen how much dedicated I have been to Elijah. I blink to push my tears back, and amidst the silence of the gloomy morning my words come out like a sad symphony, âMy love is not enough.â A tear slips down my left eye. Dory's eyes glisten with pain as she wraps her arms around me in a gentle embrace. The warmth of her act stirs something inside me, and I break down into sobs. Now that she's here, I realize how much I needed someone's presence to share my sorrow. With no parents or many friends whom I can trust to open up to, given my focus on work and Elijah, her presence feels like a cool shade after hours of walking in scorching heat. "I am so sorry this is happening to you. If the Alpha can't see how much you have sacrificed for him, then he does not deserve you!" she cries, and I hug her tighter. It brings me some relief knowing that there's someone for me. "Don't worry sweetheart, it's okay. I can make it." I pat Dory on the back. "Later I'll go to Elijah's room and get my stuff back, they must not want to see me in this house, and neither do I.â Chapter 7: Shattered Expectations An hour later, I step inside Elijahâs bedroom to get all my stuff. The walls of the room make me suffocated as it reminds me of the times we have spent here. Brushing those thoughts away, I focus on my task at hand. There is no point in staying in this packhouse so Iâll pack my things and leave. The money I have saved from my stock investments will get me to stay for six months in a five-star hotel. I will use that time to find a job. Since I have always been focused on my duties as the Luna of this pack, I never got the time to pursue anything else, especially my dream to open a bakery. Now that I no longer have any duties towards the pack, I can focus on my dream and have a bakery shop of my own. Feeling a little energetic from the idea, I start to pull out all my accessories from the drawer when my eyes fall on a photo frame. Bright blue sky, palm trees and sand fill the background before which stands a couple smiling at me. The ladyâs cheeks are pink, and the shine in her eyes is unavoidable as her man has his arm wrapped around her waist. âHaha! You canât catch me!â I scream as I run across the sand, the warmth of the sun on my skin, and the cool breeze tangling my hair. Elijah has a challenging look on his face as he chases me, but thereâs a subtle smile on his handsome sun-kissed face. Before I know it, his strong arms grab me from behind, âLooks like I won,â I gasp as he gently lifts me off my feet, my heart fluttering in my chest. With a playful smile, he swings me around. Our laughter mixes and rings in the air, the world fading away as we get lost into the moment. My hand trembles as I run my palm over the picture in the photo frame. Those were some of our best moments, filled with joy and sweetness. Our relationship wasnât one of love, but he was slowly warming up to me. "Oh, looks like there is a thief in here," Nixie's voice startles me as I find her standing inside the room. "How dare you try to steal my things?" she accuses me with her arms crossed. I look at the clothes that I am holding. "These are my things." She scoffs, "No more. Whatever you had before, it all belongs to me now. Including Elijah." Her words cut deep, and she smiles in satisfaction, enjoying the effect her words have on me. Her eyes lower to my hand, zeroing in on the ring I am wearing. I look at the diamond ring. It's a very special ring to me as Elijah gifted it to me on my birthday. "This ring will protect you from everything and my heart is in it. I give it to you," He said when he slid it onto my index finger. It's a rare diamond that can't be bought with money. "Hand over that ring right now," Nixie says, her eyes beaming with greed. I take a step back, holding my hand. "No." This ring means a lot to me. Even if I am separated from Elijah, I still want to keep a part of him with me forever. âI wonât say it again. Give it to me; it's my order! Your Lunaâs order,â she shouts. âYou'll never be my Luna. And I'm not giving this to you,â I reply confidently. âHow dare you!â she grabs my wrist forcefully, and I yelp as a sharp pain shoots through my finger to my spine as she pulls the ring out of me forcefully. âGive it to me or Iâll cut your fingers off, you useless lowly beast!â she yells. Instinctively, I push her away with my other hand, and she stumbles back onto someoneâs chest. My eyes go round when I see Elijah holding her from behind. His eyes are as cold as the Arctic, freezing me in my spot. âWhat is happening here?â âE-elijah,â Nixie starts crying, and wraps her arms around his neck, âIââ she sniffs, âI was only asking her how costly the ring is and she pushed me away.â She sobs like a baby. âThatâs not true. She was trying to take the ring from me!â I protest. âSo what if she did?â he asks, his face like a carved stone with no emotions. I stare at him, trying to process what he said for a moment. âI told her that she can have the ring when she asked me about it.â My eyes widen in disbelief, unblinking as they stare at him. Time stands still. I canât believe what he is saying. âHand over the ring to her, Rena,â he demands in a frosty voice. My feet feel glued to the floor. Nixieâs lips curl in a smile as she watches me in despair. The room closes around me, suffocating me with the weight of its shattered expectations. My lips curve upwards, a smile tugging at the corners of my mouth. It's devoid of any joy and is a mask to hide the emptiness within. Why did I even hope that heâll care for me? Stupid, stupid me. I walk towards them and pull out the ring from my finger. âHere, take it,â I say while the smile remains intact. âYou can have everything else here too. I donât want it anymore.â It's exhausting to keep hoping that things will change, that heâll take me back. Those are my last words, and I walk out of the room, accepting my defeat. Nixie wins, I lose. Suddenly, I feel a hand grab my wrist from behind and hear Elijahâs voice, âRena.â I freeze. His voice is so gentle. My heart pounds in my chest, and I look past my shoulder to meet his black eyes. âThe rejection ceremony is going to start soon. Iâll wait for you at the training grounds.â Chapter 8 : The Rejection Verena I smile, while my heart breaks in pain. He is so good at crushing my heart, like it's an object. âI will be there in time.â Saying that, I pull my hand away from him, engraving his touch for the last time in my head. A while later, I look at my reflection in the mirror. Dark eye bags hang under my green eyes, like someone has sucked the soul out of me. Only half an hour left before the ceremony begins, and after that, I will be separated from Elijah completely. I have mentally prepared myself for it, but physically, I am in a mess. Nixie took all my clothes and accessories, even the ones I bought myself. I am not that interested in fashion, so most of my clothes and jewelry were gifted by Elijah. So now, I have nothing to wear except this dress that I have on. My hands tremble a little in concern. Without anything, it will be hard for me to survive. But then I remind myself that I will be a mother soon. Stress is not good for the baby. I rub my belly, âMamma promises to be strong from now on. You hang in there, pup.â I will need to dip into some of my savings to purchase new clothes and other necessities. But first, I must find a good hotel to stay in. My thoughts are interrupted by the loud sound of footsteps, and my face sours when I see Nixie walk in through the door, looking very chirpy. Now, what does she want? "Why are you here?" I ask in frustration, deciding not to turn around and act as though I am busy. Searching for hotels will be a better use of my time. I feel her close in, and she waves her hand before my face from behind. My gaze falls on the diamond ring on her finger, the ring I thought Elijah had gifted me as a sign of his love. My heart crumbles at the sight of it. "It suits me more than you, doesn't it? Elijah said that it looks better on me," she giggles, adding salt to my wound. I intentionally stay silent and focus on scrolling through a site that shows the various hotels available with their ratings and reviews. "Hello? I am talking to you!" she waves her hand again, clearly annoyed by not receiving her expected response. I refuse to give her the satisfaction of seeing me in pain, so I continue to avoid her. There's a groan from behind before she slaps my phone away, causing it to hit the hard, hardwood floor. I gasp at its state and immediately pick it up. The screen has cracked. "Now, that's a proper reaction," she says, smirking. Clenching my jaw, I face her. "Whatâs your problem, you mad woman?! I have divorced Elijah, and we are rejecting each other. That should be more than enough for you!" She sneers at me. "Don't act like you're doing me a favor. Actually, I'll do you a favor. Once you're rejected, I'll make sure you get banished after that." My face drains of all colors. Banishment? No! If I'm banished, I'll become a rogue with nowhere to live and no means to survive. That's assuming I don't get hurt by the dangerous creatures outside the borders or get captured by rogue traffickers who might sell me to some nasty, old Alpha as a slave first. I can't let my child be born in those circumstances. "Why? I'll leave this packhouse after rejection, so I won't be a threat to you anymore," I protest. She scowls. "Of course you are. I don't know what Elijah saw in you, but he seems to still care about you. He was telling me to return your clothes since he gave them to you," she rolls her eyes, "And he won't allow me to turn you into a slave for this packhouse either. So it means you're a threat to my position." I gulp, feeling a little relieved knowing that Elijah said that. But it's quickly replaced by Nixie's warning. "Be prepared to be kicked out. See you in the training grounds," she waves her hand and walks away humming a tune. My legs give out, and I collapse to the floor. My fingers curl around the bedsheet for support as I try to calm the crumbling anxiety inside me. What do I do now? I can't become a rogue. Dory walks in, her eyes falling on me. "Luna, are you okay?" she rushes up to me and helps me stand. She touches my forehead. "You're burning up. Did something happen?" I shake my head. "I'm fine. Is it time?" Her face falls, and she nods once. Taking a deep breath, I gather some courage. "Alright, let's go." Chapter 9 : Rejection I have to fight this. If Nixie wins, my pup will be in danger. I won't let that happen. We walk down the stairs and step outside. The sky is filled with gray clouds. On the large training grounds where the air usually buzzes with excitement and the energy of warriors, there's a damp, silent atmosphere among the people who came to watch the ceremony. None of them seem sad to watch me get rejected. They've never wanted me as their Luna because I'm an orphan. I take my place in the center of the ground. The people on the left clear a path for Elijah to walk through by standing in two rows, and he stops before the space created for the ceremony. Our eyes meet for a few seconds before he turns to the crowd. âI wonât waste time on explaining whatâs happening here as most of you present are already aware. But know that I wonât tolerate anyone breaking the rules. If anyone dares to say a bad word to Verena or insults her in any way, I will have your head. Rejected or not, she is still a respected member of our family and this pack. So you all are expected to treat her fairly. Is that clear?â The people nod in unison, fearing Elijahâs wrath. A part of me is glad that he is rejecting me in a respectful manner. It would have hurt a lot more if he just allowed anyone to publicly berate me, especially when I go through the rejection. Elijah walks closer to me, and looks into my eyes. I feel his breathing was a little erratic and his face didn't look quite right.. Is he drunk? "I, Elijah Donovan, Alpha of the Iron Claw Pack, reject you, Verena, as my fated mate and my Luna," he declares. I close my eyes, attempting to block out the pain threatening to consume me. But even in the darkness behind my eyelids, I feel the strength of the rejection, as it threatens to tear my body apart. The pain rattles through my bones, clogging my nostrils and leaving me breathless. Elijah extends his arm to help me, but I take a step back. I will endure this pain alone. "I, Verena, current Luna of the Iron Claw Pack, accept your rejection, Alpha Elijah," I declare. My legs wobble beneath my dress as the ache in my chest intensifies. I feel a strong convulsion in my belly, causing me to lose my balance and drop to the ground, clutching my stomach. My baby! "Rena, are you alright?" Elijah inquires, but I know better than to believe that he actually cares for me. Gradually, the pain subsides, and I feel the herbs taking action to protect my baby from the effects of the rejection. "I am fine," I manage to say, wiping my tear-soaked face. "You accepted it," he mutters under his breath. Was he not expecting it? I donât even understand him at this point. My limbs feel weak, so I remain in my place, trying to prevent myself from passing out. Just as I begin to feel like I have regained some control over my body, a strong scent hits my nose. It smells like lemons and grass, reminiscent of summer. I glance in the direction from which it's coming and spot a man walking into the crowd, looking around anxiously. Heâs as tall as Elijah, broad and well-built, with spiky light-blond hair, deep blue eyes, and a tattoo running down his left arm. His aura is powerful, like that of an Alpha. 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đAttention! Do not read in publicďźđ | "Little wolf," Raven's voice was rough velvet in the candlelight. "just looking at you makes me hard. You're making it impossible for me to focus on dinner." His dark eyes traced my silhouette as he sat across our anniversary table, wine glass dangling forgotten from his fingers. I'd spent hours preparing for tonight. The black dress hugged every line of my body, the silk falling like water over the lace beneathâhis favorite. The neckline dipped just low enough to hint at promises for later, while the slit along the side flashed tempting glimpses of the thigh with each movement. Five years of marriage, and I still felt a thrill when he looked at me like thisâlike I was the only woman in his world. His Alpha pheromones filled our dining room, making my skin flush with heat. That unique scent of hisâpine needles and winter frostâgrew stronger with his desire, calling to my wolf. My breath caught as his eyes darkened to amber, a sign of his wolf rising to the surface. He tipped back his red wine glass, finishing it in one long swallow. The movement emphasized his strong throat, making my mouth go dry. "Let me fill that for you," I murmured, rising from my seat. I picked up the red wine bottle and bent to pour. I saw his eyes rest on the silver moon lily pendant at firstâhis gift from our first anniversary. Then his eyes moved to my chest under the pendant. His scent intensified, becoming sharp with need. Before I could straighten, strong arms wrapped around my waist from behind. His breath was hot against my neck as he pulled me back against his chest. "Raven..." My voice trembled as his hot breath caressed my neck. Strong arms lifted me onto our dining room table, scattering the carefully arranged silverware. My black dress rode up my thighs as he pressed between them, his powerful hands skating up my sides with possessive intent. "Little wolf,â he growled against my ear, the sound pure Alpha dominance. âDo you know how irresistible you look tonight?âHis scent surrounded me, making my toes curl as his pheromones called to my wolf. The candlelight danced across crystal glasses, casting warm shadows through the deep red wine. He nuzzled my marking scar, sending shivers of pleasure through our mate bond. I arched into him, my fingers tangling in his silk shirt. "The dinner," I protested weakly as his lips traced a burning path down my throat. "I spent hours..." "Later," he promised, his voice rough with desire. My legs wrapped around his waist instinctively as he lifted me again. "Right now, I need to properly appreciate my mate on our anniversary." We barely reached our bedroom, leaving a trail of clothes behind. "I've missed you," I murmured against his neck, my fingers tracing the strong line of his jaw. "You've been so busy with pack business lately." Raven's skilled hands gripped my haunch, drawing a soft gasp from my lips. His eyes darkened with desire as he pulled me closer until I could feel every hard plane of his body against mine. The thin fabric of my anniversary dress did nothing to shield me from his heat. His kiss was deep, and passionate, making heat pool low in my belly as my toes curled with pleasure. "You know I'd rather be here with you, Sylvia." His breath was hot against my ear, followed by a gentle bite that made me gasp. "Only you, little wolf." Every brush of his fingers left fire trails on my skin, and I found myself arching into his touch, wanting more. The mate bond between us hummed with electricity as his hands roamed higher, each caress more demanding than the last. My wolf stirred within me, responding to his dominance despite her weakened state. When his lips found my neck, right over our mating mark, my toes curled with pleasure. "My beautiful little wolf," he growled, the sound vibrating through his chest. His touch grew more insistent, making my breath catch. "My perfect Luna." "Mine," he growled, and I arched into him, wanting desperately to believe it. Then his phone buzzed. At first, he ignored it, his lips trailing fire down my neck. But it buzzed again. And again. Raven tensed above me, his whole body going rigid. The phone buzzed again, insistent. Pack business - I recognized that specific ringtone and had heard it too many times before. "Don't," I pleaded, wrapping my arms around his neck. "Please. It's our anniversary." He hesitated, then reached for the phone. I saw the caller ID flashâBeta Marcusâbefore Raven answered. "This better be important," he snapped, but I could already feel him pulling away emotionally, if not yet physically. I watched his face as he listened, noting how his expression shifted from annoyed to concerned to... something else. Something I couldn't quite read. "I'll be right there," he said finally, already moving to get up. "Are you serious?" I sat up, clutching the sheet to my chest. "It's our anniversary, Raven. Our anniversary. Whatever it is, surely Marcus can handle it." He was already pulling on his clothes, and his movements rushed. "It's pack business. This needs the Alpha's attention. I'm sorry, little wolf." "Fine." I turned away, not wanting him to see the hurt in my eyes. "Go be Alpha. It's what you're best at anyway." He paused, then leaned down to press a kiss to my forehead. "I'll make it up to you. I promise." The door clicked shut behind him, leaving me alone with the cooling sheets and the ghost of his touch on my skin. I curled into his pillow, breathing in his scent and fighting back disappointment. This wasn't the first time pack business had interrupted our special moments, and it probably wouldn't be the last. "He's the Alpha," I whispered to myself, sitting up slowly. "The pack needs him." It has been five years since Raven became the Alpha of our pack. Five years ago, I lost my father forever. He was the powerful Alpha of Cold Moon Pack but had fallen defending our borders from Blood Moon Pack's ruthless expansion. I'd felt his death through our pack bondsâa searing pain that dropped every Cold Moon wolf to their knees. Our once-mighty pack fractured, vulnerable as newborn pups. Enemy packs circled our borders like vultures, waiting to claim our territory. It was then Raven found me during the Moon Goddess ceremony. The moment our eyes met, our wolves recognized each other. True matesâa blessing so rare it was almost a myth. Even then, my wolf was weaker than she should have been, but Raven didn't care. "You're mine," he'd said fiercely, right there in front of both packs. "Your strength, your weakness, your everythingâit's all mine to protect." The other Alphas had whispered, of course. A powerful wolf like Raven, choosing a mate who might never bear him pups? But he'd silenced them all by taking the Cold Moon Alpha position, merging our packs, and protecting my father's legacy. "He'll probably be hungry after handling pack business," I murmured, heading to the kitchen. Maybe I could salvage what remained of our anniversary with my mother's moon-blessed cookiesâRaven's favorite. The cookies would need some special decorations stored in the top cabinet. I dragged the wooden ladder from the pantry, positioning it carefully. My wolf whined softly - she'd been feeling so weak lately that even simple tasks seemed to drain me. "It's fine," I assured myself, starting to climb. "Just a few more steps." The world suddenly tilted. My wolf's usual grace failed me, and my ankle twisted sharply as I missed a step. I crashed to the floor, pain shooting up my leg. "Raven?" I called out instinctively, before remembering I was alone. Tears pricked at my eyes as I sat there on the cold kitchen floor, cradling my throbbing ankle. This wasn't the first time I'd needed him lately and found myself alone. Last week during the pack run, when I'd felt too weak to keep up. The council meeting where I'd nearly fainted, and he'd barely noticed. "Stop it," I scolded myself, wiping away a stray tear. "He's doing his job. The pack comes first." I managed to pull myself up using the counter, testing my weight gingerly on the injured ankle. It hurt, but I could walk. The moon-blessed cookies lay half-mixed on the counter, mocking my attempts at creating a perfect anniversary surprise. My phone chimed. "Maybe it's Raven," I thought hopefully, reaching for it. "Maybe he's finished early." The name on the screen made me pause: Astrid. "Thank you for being so understanding about Raven's 'pack duties.' He takes such good care of me." The attached photo loaded, and time seemed to stop. My mate - my Raven - his hands on another woman's haunch, his lips on her neck, their bodies pressed together in an intimate embrace that mirrored our own moments ago. "This is ridiculous," I whispered, my voice sounding strange in the empty kitchen. "Raven wouldn't..." But the timestamp glared up at me: ten minutes ago. I stared at the screen, unable to process what I was seeing. His scentâpine needles and winter frostâstill lingered on my skin from our intimate moments just before. The mark on my neck still tingled from his kisses. Is this what he called ... pack duties? Is he giving up our anniversary just for ... this kind of duty? Chapter 0002 Sylviaâs POV Sleep eluded me after last night's revelation. I spent hours staring at the cold, empty space beside me in our bed. Dawn found me in our kitchen, staring at Astrid's photo from last night. The intimacy in their embrace twisted my heart, even though I knew - rationally - that Raven wouldn't cross that line. Not with James's widow. Not with the woman carrying his dead Beta's child. But hadn't I said that every time before? When did he rush to her side during pack meetings? When he spent hours "comforting" her while I handled pack duties alone? Astrid - widow of James, Raven's former Beta who end life protecting him three months ago. I'd always encouraged Raven to look after her and had even defended him when others whispered about how much time he spent with her. "She's grieving," I'd say. "She needs support." I'd even brought her soup when morning sickness hit. This was different though. This wasn't just another missed dinner or forgotten appointment. This was our wedding anniversary. Moments before that photo was taken, he'd been in our bed, whispering words of love, our bodies joined as one. His marks were still fresh on my skin when he left me for her. "I need to talk to him," I whispered to myself, my wolf stirring weakly within me. "Calmly. Rationally. There has to be an explanation." "Get it together," I whispered to myself, my wolf stirring weakly within me. "The pack needs its Luna." The monthly safety inspection couldn't wait, even if my mate hadn't come home all night. I forced myself up, wincing at my still-throbbing ankle from last night's fall. My wolf's usual healing hadn't kicked in - another sign of her weakening strength that I couldn't afford to dwell on. The pack grounds were already busy when I arrived. Warriors training, pups playing, daily life continuing as if my world hadn't tilted on its axis hours before. I focused on my checklist, methodically checking each area's safety protocols. The accident happened near the training grounds. I was noting some loose boards that needed repair when a blur of motion caught my peripheral vision. A young wolf - clearly new to the pack from his unfamiliar scent - came tearing around the corner at full speed. He was looking back over his shoulder, laughing at something. "Watch out!" I called, but it was too late. He slammed into me hard, his momentum sending us both sprawling. My already weakened state meant I couldn't catch myself properly. Pain exploded through my forehead as it hit the edge of a training post. Warm blood immediately began trickling down my face. "Oh, goddess!" The boy scrambled up, shifting back to human form. His eyes went wide at the blood. "I... I didn't see you!" I pushed myself up slowly, fighting a wave of dizziness. "This is exactly why we have rules about running in the training areas. You could have seriously hurt someone." Instead of contrition, his expression shifted to defiance. "It was an accident! Why are you making such a big deal about it?" "A big deal?" I pressed my hand to my bleeding forehead, trying to stay calm. "You were running full-speed in a training zone without looking where you were going. What if I had been one of the younger pups? Or someone elderly?" "Whatever." He rolled his eyes. "Just wait until my sister's mate gets here. He'll show you how we handle stuck-up wolves who think they can boss everyone around." The surrounding pack members who had gathered gasped. I almost wanted to laugh at the bitter irony - this pup had no idea he was threatening his Luna. "Your sister's mate?" I kept my voice level, though blood was now dripping onto my collar. "And who might that be?" "You'll see." He smirked. "He's coming now. He'll scare you to death." Familiar footsteps approached from behind. My heart clenched as Raven's scent washed over me - mixed with Astrid's. Of course. Of course, she'd be with him. "What's happening here?" Raven's Alpha voice rang out. I turned slowly, dignity intact despite the blood on my face. And there they were - my mate with Astrid at his side, her hand resting delicately on his arm like she belonged there. "Your Luna was attacked," I said coolly, watching his face. "This pup shifted without warning and drew blood. He refuses to apologize." Raven's eyes narrowed at the blood on my face, but before he could speak, Tommy straightened up with a smirk. "You should see my sister and Alpha Raven together," he announced proudly, clearly emboldened by Astrid's presence. "They look like a real Alpha pair. Not like..." His eyes raked dismissively over me. "Tommy," Astrid's soft voice carried a gentle reproof. She pressed closer to Raven, her hand resting delicately on his arm. "You shouldn't say such things. Alpha Raven and I are just... close friends." But her eyes told a different story as she gazed up at him. "He's been so kind to me during this difficult time." Raven's arm moved automatically to support her waist. The gesture was small, but it spoke volumes. How many times had he held me like that? When had that protective instinct shifted to another woman? "She's weak!" Tommy continued, encouraged by Raven's silence. "Can't even dodge a playful jump. How can she be our Luna if she can't even have pups? Everyone can see who really belongs at our Alpha's sideâ" "Enough!" Raven's Alpha voice rang out, but I barely heard it over the roaring in my ears. Can't even have pups. The words struck like physical blows. my weakened wolf, my mate's growing distance - all my private shame laid bare before the pack. "Tommy." Raven's Alpha voice was cold with anger as he focused on the defiant pup. "You've not only broken pack safety protocols, but you've injured your Luna. This behaviorâ" "Raven," Astrid's soft voice interrupted, breathy with distress. Her hand tightened on his arm as she swayed dramatically. "Oh... I don't feel well..." She pressed her other hand to her stomach, her face going pale. I watched, heartbreaking, as my mate's attention immediately shifted to her. His arm went around her waist, all thoughts of pack discipline forgotten. "What's wrong?" "My stomach..." she whimpered, pressing against him. "The baby..." The baby. James's baby. The child my dead friend would never know, growing in the abdomen of a woman who used it as a weapon. "We need to get you to the healer," Raven said urgently, already turning away. He barely glanced at my bleeding forehead. "Tommy, we'll discuss your behavior later." "But Raven-" I started, my vision blurring slightly. "Later, Sylvia," he cut me off, leading Astrid away. "This needs immediate attention." I stood there, blood dripping onto my collar, watching my mate walk away with another woman. The whispers started immediately: "She's gotten so weak lately..." "The Alpha clearly prefers Astrid's company..." My wolf whimpered, too weak to even growl at the disrespect. The wound on my forehead throbbed in time with my pulse, each beat sending fresh pain through my skull. Black spots danced at the edges of my vision. "Luna?" One of the pack healers stepped forward hesitantly. "Let me help with that cut..." I backed away, somehow keeping my feet under me. "I'm fine. Everyone return to your duties. Tommy, report to my office tomorrow morning to discuss pack safety protocols." The walk back to my office was endless. Each step was a battle against dizziness and nausea. By the time I closed my door, my legs were shaking so badly I could barely stand. I slid down the wall, finally letting the tears fall. They mixed with the blood on my face, hot and bitter. My wolf curled up small and quiet within me, as broken as I was. Not because I thought Raven was sleeping with Astrid. Although my wolf was weak, she told me that he did not betray our physical bond. But what hurt worse was watching him choose her again and again. Every time she swayed, he caught her. Every time she called, he ran. Every time she needed him, he forgot about everyone elseâincluding his Luna, his mate, his wife. A knock at the door made me flinch. "Sylvia?" Raven's voice. "Let me in." I didn't move. "Please, little wolf. I brought medicine for your head." A laugh bubbled up in my throat - harsh and foreign. He'd left me bleeding to tend to Astrid's latest dramatic episode, and now he wanted to play caring mate? I opened the door. Raven stood there with a first aid kit and concern in his eyes. The same eyes that had looked at Astrid with such urgency minutes ago. "Let me help," he said softly, reaching for me. I stepped back, maintaining distance. "How is Astrid? And James's baby?" His face flickered at the deliberate mention of his dead Beta. "She's fine. Just stress." "Of course she is." The words came out bitter. "She's always fine after she gets what she wants." "Sylvia..." He sighed, setting down the first aid kit. "You know I have to look after her. After James..." "After James end life saving you, yes. I know." I pressed my hand to my throbbing head. "But when did looking after her start meaning abandoning your actual duties? Leaving your injured mate? Ignoring pack discipline?" "You're bleeding," he said instead of answering, reaching for me again. "Let me-" "Don't." I held up a hand. The look of hurt on his face almost made me take back my words. Almost. But I remembered the photo Astrid had sent, the way she clung to his arm, the countless times he'd chosen her needs over mine. "I love you," he said softly, reaching for me again. This time, I let him pull me into his arms, too tired to resist. "I love you more than anything, Sylvia. You're my mate, my Luna, my everything. I'm sorry I've made you doubt that." Chapter 0003 Sylviaâs POV "Just a bit further," Raven's warm hand pressed against my lower back, guiding me through the pack's shopping district. After yesterday's confrontation in my office, this sudden tenderness felt like a peace offering. "I want to show you something special." My wolf, still weak from whatever was affecting her, nonetheless purred at his touch. Despite everything - the photo, the injuries, the constant presence of Astrid - my traitorous heart still skipped when he looked at me like this, like I was his whole world. "Another apology gift?" I tried to keep my tone light, though the bandage on my forehead from yesterday's incident still stung. His fingers tightened slightly on my waist. "Not an apology. A reminder." He stopped in front of David's Jewelry, the pack's finest artisan shop. "A reminder of who we are together." The bell chimed softly as we entered. David, an elderly wolf with clever hands and kind eyes, looked up from his workbench. "Alpha, Luna! I have it ready." "Have what ready?" I turned to Raven, but he just smiled mysteriously. "Show us your finest pieces, David," Raven commanded, but his voice was warm. "Let my Luna choose what speaks to her heart." David brought out tray after tray of exquisite jewelry. Diamonds that caught the light like Starfire. Rubies deep as fresh blood. But it was a delicate silver necklace that caught my eye - moonstones arranged like a cascade of tears, or perhaps stars falling through a night sky. "This is beautiful." I couldnât help reaching for it. "Ah." David smiled. "A unique piece. I crafted it using moonstone from the sacred caves. There will never be another quite like it." Raven lifted the necklace gently. "Perfect for my Luna. Turn around, love." I swept my hair aside, shivering as his fingers brushed my neck. The metal felt cool against my skin, but Raven's breath was warm as he fastened the clasp. "Beautiful," he murmured, pressing a soft kiss to my shoulder. The bell chimed again. "Oh!" A familiar voice broke our moment. "What a gorgeous necklace." My muscles tensed as Astrid glided into the shop, one hand resting on her slightly swollen belly. After yesterday's confrontation and injury, I was in no mood for another of her performances. "Astrid." Raven straightened, but his hand stayed on my shoulder. "Shopping for the baby ceremony?" My grip tightened on the necklace. "Baby ceremony?" "Didn't Raven tell you?" Astrid's eyes widened with fake innocence. "He's helping me plan James's baby's naming ceremony. It's tradition for the Alpha to stand in when... when the father is gone." Something cold settled in my chest. "Is it?" "Sylvia," Raven stepped forward, his expression pleading. "As Alpha, it's my responsibility to look after James's family." "And as Luna, it's mine to organize pack ceremonies," I countered. "Yet this is the first I'm hearing of it." Astrid sniffled delicately. "The necklace just reminded me so much of the ones James used to give me... and with the ceremony coming up..." David cleared his throat. "As I mentioned, it's a unique piece. But I have other lovely-" "Please," Astrid's eyes filled with tears. "Seeing it... it's like a sign from James. Like he's telling me he's watching over his child." I felt Raven's fingers tighten on my shoulder. Felt the shift in his energy. I saw the moment Raven's resolve cracked. "Sylvia, love... maybe you could pick another necklace for your birthday? This one would mean so much to Astrid..." The shop went very quiet. "What?" My voice came out barely a whisper. "You have so many beautiful pieces," he continued, not meeting my eyes. "And Astrid has lost so much..." "Are you serious?" I looked between them - my mate of five years and the widow who'd slowly been taking my place. "This necklace was meant for your Luna, your mate, and you want to give it to another woman?" "Don't be selfish," Raven's voice hardened. "I've bought you countless jewels. One necklace won't hurt." "Selfish?" The word hit like a physical blow. "I've watched you slowly pull away from me. I've endured the pack's whispers about my weakening wolf. I stayed silent when you missed our anniversary for her. And I'm selfish?" "Please don't fight," Astrid whimpered. "I never meant... I just miss James so much..." Tears spilled down her cheeks. "Stop it!" I snapped. "Stop using James's memory to manipulate everyone! If you need help with the baby, we can hire a nanny. The pack has resources-" "No." Raven's voice cracked like thunder. "James end life saving my life. I owe him everything. I will personally ensure his child and mate are cared for." "What about my father?" The words escaped before I could stop them, years of buried pain erupting. "He end life defending this pack too. He end life in a war your father started, Raven. Where was this devotion then?" The room temperature seemed to drop. Raven's face went white, then dark with rage. "That's enough!" Raven's eyes flashed Alpha red. He stepped back, jaw clenched. "You've gone too far." "Have I?" My fingers found the necklace clasp. "Or have you just never gone far enough for me?" Astrid's tears had mysteriously dried. She stepped closer to Raven, placing a hand on his arm. "Perhaps I should go..." "No." Raven wrapped an arm around her shoulders. "We'll go. You don't need this stress in your condition." I watched, numb, as my mate led another woman toward the door. Just before they left, Astrid turned back. Her eyes met mine over Raven's protective arm, and the mask slippedâjust for a moment, but it was enough. That smile. That calculated, victorious smile. My heart stopped as years of "coincidences" suddenly realigned in my mind. Every time she'd swooned during pack meetings, it had been when I was speaking. Every stomach pain had struck just as Raven and I were having a moment. Every "emergency" had interrupted our private time. All those times I'd defended her to others: "She's grieving," I'd said. But now, watching her triumphant smirk, I saw the truth. The door closed behind them with devastating finality. I walked out of the shop, the bell's cheerful chime a mockery of the moment we'd shared minutes ago. Through the window, I saw Raven helping Astrid try on my necklace and saw her lean into him with practiced vulnerability. My fingers found my phone, scrolling to Elena, my best friend since childhood. The only one who knew everything - about my father, about how I'd fallen for Raven despite our families' history, about how I'd given up my birthright to be his Luna. The phone rang twice before she answered. "Elena?" My voice cracked. "Can I come over?" "Always, love. What's wrong?" "Everything," I whispered, watching through the window as my mate adjusted the necklace on another woman's throat. Chapter 0004 Sylviaâs POV Dawn light crept through Elena's guest room window, painting shadows on unfamiliar walls. I hadn't slept, the events from the jewelry store playing on an endless loop in my mind. The necklace. Astrid's tears. Raven's betrayal. A soft knock echoed through the house. "Sylvia?" Elena's voice carried from downstairs. "Raven's here. He's... he's been sitting at the door all night." My wolf stirred weakly, responding to our mate's proximity despite everything. I moved to the window, and my breath caught. There he was - the powerful Alpha of the Silver Moon pack, sitting on Elena's doorstep like a penitent wolf. His usually immaculate clothes were wrinkled, and dark circles under his eyes matched mine. A bouquet of moon flowers - my favorites, so rare they only bloom at midnight - trembled slightly in his hands. "Go away, Raven," I called down, hating how my voice shook. He looked up, those dark eyes that had once held my whole world were now filled with desperation. "Please, little wolf. Just five minutes." "You gave up your right to call me that when you gave my necklace to another woman." "I was wrong." His voice cracked. "I was so wrong. Please, just let me explain." Elena appeared at my side. "Want me to chase him off? I may not be an Alpha, but I can still bite." I almost smiled. "No. I need to face this." The walk downstairs felt endless. Each step was a battle between my heart, which still ached for him, and my pride, which screamed to remember his betrayals. I opened the door. Raven immediately dropped to his knees, the mighty Alpha kneeling before me. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, my love." "Sorry for what?" My voice came out bitter. "For missing our anniversary? For abandoning me while I was bleeding? For giving my necklace to Astrid?" "All of it. Everything." He reached for my hand. I let him take it, watching as he pressed his forehead to my knuckles - a wolf's deepest gesture of submission. "I've been a fool. I let my guilt over James cloud my judgment. But I promise you, I've fixed it." "Fixed what?" He looked up, hope flickering in his eyes. "Everything. I've arranged for Astrid to move to one of the pack's remote properties. I've hired the nanny you suggested. I've deleted her number and removed her from pack meetings. She'll be cared for, but she won't come between us again." My heart stuttered. "You... you did?" "I should have done it months ago." He pulled something from his jacket - a velvet box. "And this... I spent all night searching every jewelry store in three territories." Inside lay a necklace almost identical to the one from yesterday. Almost, but not quite. "I don't want a copy," I said, even as tears threatened. "I don't want another woman's leftovers." "You're right. You deserve better." He set the box aside, still on his knees. "You've always deserved better. Do you remember when we first met? Not as adults, but as pups?" The memory rose unbidden. Me at six years old, lost in the forbidden woods between territories. Him at eight, found me crying under a silver moon. "You gave me your jacket," I whispered. "Led me home even though our packs were at war." "I knew even then." His thumb traced circles on my palm. "Knew you were meant to be mine. Through all the fighting, all the politics, all the tragedy - you were my constant star." "Until I wasn't." I pulled my hand away. "Until Astrid needed you more." "No," he caught my fingers again. "I lost my way, but you've always been my true north. Please, little wolf. Let me make this right. Let me prove myself again." "How?" "I'll do anything." He pressed something else into my palm - his phone. "Look. I've already deleted her contact. Check my messages and my calls. I'm an open book to you." I scrolled through, seeing he was telling the truth. "The baby ceremony..." I began. "Marcus will handle all preparations for the baby blessing ceremony," he said, hope blooming in his eyes. "I won't even attend. My place is with my Luna, celebrating our anniversary properly this time." He reached for my hand again. "Just us, little wolf. No interruptions, no pack business, no... distractions. I swear on the moon herself." My wolf whined softly, wanting to believe. Memories flooded back - countless moments of joy and love before Astrid entered our lives. The way he'd held me through my father's death. The way he'd defied his own pack to mate with me. "I need time," I said finally. "Take all you need." He stood slowly, relief evident in every line of his body. "I'll wait forever if I have to." I looked at the necklace again. It was beautiful, but... "I think I'll get you something too. Show you I'm willing to try." His smile - that rare, real smile that crinkled his eyes - made my heart ache. "I love you, little wolf. Never doubt that." I watched him leave, hope warring with caution in my chest. After he disappeared from view, I picked up the discarded necklace box, running my fingers over the velvet. The jewelry inside sparkled, catching the morning lightâbeautiful, but not quite the same as the original piece. "Maybe I'm being too harsh," I whispered, my wolf stirring with longing. The sight of our proud Alpha on his knees, the desperation in his eyes, the way he'd spent all night searching for a replacement necklace... "Hey." Elena squeezed my shoulder. "I know that look. You're already forgiving him, aren't you?" "Not forgiving exactly," I said slowly, closing the box. "But maybe... maybe willing to try? " I set the necklace box down carefully. "I think... I think I want to meet him halfway. Show him I'm willing to try too." Elena's eyes lit up. "Shopping trip? I know just the places for Alpha-worthy gifts." The mall was quieter than usual this early. Elena and I wandered, looking for something worthy of an Alpha, of the mate who'd just humbled himself to win me back. A familiar voice drifted from the luxury boutique ahead. "Oh yes, my husband is so generous." I froze. Astrid. "These are gorgeous pieces, madam," the saleswoman gushed. "Your husband has excellent taste." "He does spoil me." Astrid's laugh tinkled like snek. "Especially now, with the baby." I edged closer, staying out of sight. "Another piece for your collection?" The saleswoman was wrapping something in silk. "He insists. Says nothing's too good for his..." Astrid's voice dropped sweetly, "family." My eyes fixed on the credit card in her hand as she paid. Black metal with a familiar silver moon insignia - Raven's secondary pack card. Three months ago, he'd casually mentioned needing it back, something about pack accounting and consolidating expenses. "Have you seen my black pack card?" he'd asked then, barely looking up from his papers. "The backup one?" "It's in my wallet," I'd replied, already reaching for it. "Though I've barely used it." "Good. The council wants all secondary cards recalled. Something about tighter financial controls." I'd handed it over without a second thought. My mate is always so responsible with pack finances. Always so concerned about proper protocols. Now I watched that same cardâthe one that was supposedly canceled for pack securityâglinting in Astrid's manicured hands. The card he'd taken from me, his Luna, only to give to her. All those pretty words this morning about ending their connection, about putting our marriage first... while she still had access to pack funds, to his accounts, to his trust. "Your husband must really love you," the saleswoman smiled. "Oh yes." Astrid caught my eye in the mirror, her smile turning razor-sharp. "He does." The world tilted sideways. All his pretty words, his promises, his show of deleting her contact - worthless. He didn't need her number when he was still funding her shopping sprees, still letting her call him husband. My wolf, weak as she was, howled in agony. I stumbled back, memories taking on new, horrific meanings: "I've arranged for her to move..." - To a luxury property? "I've hired a nanny..." - While giving her his credit card? "She won't come between us..." - Because he'd hidden their connection better? My phone buzzed - Raven, sending a photo of dinner preparations for our makeup celebration. Another text arrived immediately after a receipt from the boutique, forwarded from his bank alert. Astrid's purchase was made seconds ago with his card. Chapter 0005 Sylviaâs POV "You manipulative fool!" Elena's voice cut through the pristine shopping atmosphere. Several customers turned to stare as she planted herself in front of Astrid. "Calling yourself his wife while wearing the jewelry you stole from his actual mate?" Astrid's practiced mask of innocence slipped into place as she pressed a protective hand to her belly. "I don't know what you're talking about. I'm just shopping with the allowance my... husband has given me." "Allowance?" Elena spat the word. "You mean the credit card you're flashing around? The one that belongs to my best friend's mate?" "Oh." Astrid's eyes flickered to me, still standing in the doorway. Her lips curved into a poisonous smile. "You're making such a fuss over nothing. No wonder Raven prefers my company. At least I don't suffocate him with jealousy and send my friends to fight my battles." The saleswoman shifted uncomfortably. "Perhaps we should-" "No." I found my voice, at last, stepping forward. "Let's have this out right here. Every penny you've spent is our pack's common property - my mate's money. You need to pay it back." Astrid laughed, the sound like breaking glass. "Pay it back? With what money? My mate end life protecting your precious Alpha. The least you can do is let him take care of his friend's widow." She gestured at her shopping bags. "Besides, Raven gives it freely. Unlike you, I don't have to beg for his attention." "Using James's memory again?" Elena's eyes flashed gold. "Is that your only trick?" "At least I gave James pups before he end life." Astrid's voice dripped honey-coated venom. "Poor, barren Luna. Can't even give Raven one child. No wonder he-" The crack of my palm against her cheek echoed through the cafe. Silence fell. "How dare you?" I whispered, trembling with rage. "You use James's memory, manipulate everyone's guilt, play the grieving widow while spending pack money on luxury goods-" Astridâs wolf exploded out of her, fangs snapping at my throat. I barely managed to dodge, my weakened wolf struggling to respond. Elena shifted instantly, putting herself between us. Astrid's claws caught my thigh before Elena could block her, tearing through flesh and muscle. The pain was shockingâI'd forgotten how vulnerable I'd become. Blood soaked through my dress where her claws had shredded both fabric and skin. But instead of pressing her advantage, Astrid shifted back to human form, one hand protectively curved over her belly. Her eyes glittered with malicious triumph. "How dare you attack me?" she gasped, loud enough for the gathering crowd to hear. "I'm carrying a noble warrior's child! James's baby!" Her voice turned venomous as she lowered it for my ears alone. "If anything happens to this child because of your jealous attack, imagine how Raven will feel. Losing his best friend's baby because his mate couldn't control herself?" Elena snarled, still in wolf form, but we both knew we were trapped. Any move against Astrid now would make me look like the aggressorâthe Luna attacking a expecting a baby widow. "You manipulativeâ" Elena started to lunge forward, but I grabbed her with my good arm. "Don't," I whispered. "It's what she wants." The world spun slightly as blood continued to soak my dress. The mall's pristine floor now bore crimson droplets. But the physical pain was nothing compared to watching Astrid's smug smile as she wielded her expecting a baby like a weapon, knowing I couldn't fight back without looking like a monster. "Luna!" Sarah, our pack healer, pushed through the gathering crowd. Her eyes widened at the sight of my injury. "You're not healingâyou need treatment immediately." The world tilted dangerously as she examined the wound. "You need to come to the clinic immediately. You're not healing properly." Elena supported me as we hurried to Sarah's clinic, leaving behind the chaos of scattered shopping bags and shocked onlookers. Each step sent fresh pain through my thigh, a constant reminder of how vulnerable I'd become. "I don't understand," I whispered as Sarah cleaned the wounds. "I used to be one of the strongest wolves in the pack. Now I can barely shift." Sarah's hands stilled. Something flickered across her face. "Actually... I have your latest test results. The ones about your wolf's weakness and the... the fertility issues." My heart stopped. "And?" Elena gripped my good hand. Sarah's smile was radiant. "It's not permanent! Your wolf isn't naturally weak, Luna. And you're not barren. With proper treatment, you could be back to full strength within months." The words hit like a physical blow. All this time... all these years of thinking I was broken... "I can..." My voice cracked. "I can have pups?" "There's no reason you couldn't, once your wolf regains her strength. You and Alpha Raven could start your family within the year." Joy bubbled up through the pain, so intense it brought tears to my eyes. A family. The dream I'd thought forever out of reach. The one thing I'd wanted more than anything. "All those years," I whispered, remembering every disappointment, every pitying look, every whispered comment about the Luna who couldn't give the Alpha heirs. "I thought there was something wrong with me." Despite the pain in my thigh, despite the morning's confrontation, hope bloomed in my chest. Raven had sworn to make things right between us. With my condition treatable, with the possibility of pups in our future... "I have to tell him," I breathed, sliding off the examination table. "Elena, I have to" "Go." She hugged me carefully. "But be careful. " I barely felt my injuries as I rushed home, my heart lighter than it had been in months. A future stretched before me - one with strong pups playing in our yard, my wolf running freely under the moon, my mate's proud smile as our family grew... But... The sight of luggage in our driveway stopped me cold. Expensive suitcases. Designer bags. A small mountain of possessions was carried into my home by pack servants. "Ah, Sylvia." Raven appeared in the doorway, his expression grave. "We need to talk." "What's going on?" But I knew. Deep in my soul, I knew. "I heard about the fight." His voice held disappointment. Like I was a misbehaving pup. "Attacking a expecting a baby she-wolf? Causing her such stress in her condition?" "She attacked me! Her wolves-" "After you slapped her." He ran a hand through his hair. "Look, given the situation, Astrid doesn't feel safe in the remote property. She doesn't trust the nanny, not after this. She needs to be somewhere I can personally ensure her safety." "So you're moving her into our home?" The words tasted like ashes. "Just until she calms down. Until she feels secure again." He wouldn't meet my eyes. "It's the only way to protect James's child." The test results burned in my pocket. The hope of our own family turned to dust. "I'm your mate," I whispered. "Your Luna." "And she's carrying my best friend's baby." Finally, he looked at me. "A friend who end life for me. Please, Sylvia. Just until the baby comes." ohhh, her smile. All this time, I'd been playing a game I didn't even know the rules to. Every move I made pushed Raven further into her web. Every reaction gave her more power. And now she was moving into my home. My territory. My life. The joy of the test results crumbled to nothing as I watched another woman claim my space, my mate, my future. I felt like a fool. Chapter 0006 Sylviaâs POV "You can't just bring her into our home without even discussing it with me," I said, my voice trembling with suppressed emotion. We stood in our bedroom, where hours ago I'd been celebrating the possibility of having pups, of fixing our marriage. Now those dreams felt like ashes in my mouth. "What would you have me do, Sylvia?" Raven ran a hand through his dark hair, frustration evident in every line of his body. "You attacked a expecting a baby she-wolf." "I slapped her," I cut in. "After she flaunted your credit card after she called herself your wife after she mocked our inability to have pups. One slap, Raven. And in return..." I yanked up my skirt, revealing the angry red gashes that scored my thigh. The wounds still hadn't healedâa testament to my wolf's weakened state. "Look at what your precious widow did to me, Raven. Look!" His eyes widened as he took in the wounds. For the first time since this mess began, I saw genuine shock cross his face. "She did this to you?" His fingers reached out but stopped short of touching the wounds. "Oh, Raven!" Astrid's voice cracked perfectly on his name as she appeared in our doorway. Her timing, as always, was impeccable. Tears sparkled in her wide eyes, one hand pressed to her belly while the other braced against the doorframe. The very picture of a distressed expecting a baby woman. "I was so scared," she whispered, those tears now sliding down her cheeks. "When she slapped me... all I could think about was the baby. James's baby." Her voice broke on his name. "I just... I reacted. My wolf... she only wanted to protect our pup." I watched my mate's face, seeing the conflict war across his features. The wounds on my leg spoke of violence, but Astrid's tears spoke of vulnerability. My strong, decisive Alphaâthe man who could command hundreds of wolves with a single wordâstood frozen between his mate and his supposed responsibility. The silence stretched, heavy with unspoken accusations. Through our weakened bond, I felt his turmoil, his desire to protect both women before him. "Astrid," he said finally, his voice carrying that Alpha authority I used to love. "Regardless of provocation, you attacked my mate. The Luna of this pack. That cannot happen." Hope flared in my chest, bright and painful. Finally, he was seeing through her actâ "You're right!" Astrid's knees buckled as she sank to the floor, one hand still protectively curved over her belly. The movement was graceful despite her apparent distress. Everything about her was always so perfectly choreographed. "You're absolutely right, Alpha. Luna." She turned those tear-filled eyes to me. "I was wrong. So wrong. I should never have let my fear control me. Without James, I just feel so... so vulnerable. Every threat seems so much bigger." My wolf wanted to snarl, to expose her manipulation. But I'd played this game before. Every time I reacted to her provocations, I looked like the aggressor. Every time I called out her manipulation, I seemed paranoid. "Get up," I said coldly, watching her performance with new eyes. "Save your tears for someone who hasn't seen both your faces. The sweet, helpless widow you play for Raven, and the smirking manipulator who sent me that photo on our anniversary night." "Sylvia!" Raven's reproachful tone made my wolf whimper. "She's apologizing. She's carrying James's pupâ" "James's pup," I laughed, the sound harsh even to my own ears. "How convenient. The perfect shield, isn't it? Every time you want something, every time you overstep, you just need to mention James or pat your belly, and everyone falls in line." "Please," Astrid whispered, her voice small. "I know I've made mistakes, but I'm tryingâ" "Trying to take my place?" I stepped toward her, noting how she shrank back even as her eyes glittered with challenge. "Trying to move into my home? Trying to steal my mate?" "Enough!" Raven's Alpha voice resonated through the room. "Both of you need to calm down." I turned to him, really looked at him. My mate. My Alpha. The man I'd loved since we were pups ourselves. Five years of marriage, of building a life together, and he still couldn't see what was right in front of him. "No," I said quietly. "No more calming down. No more understanding. No more compromises." I met his eyes steadily. "One of us needs to leave this house, Raven. Your mate, or your... whatever she is to you. Choose." Astrid's soft sobs provided the perfect backdrop to our drama. Everything about her was perfectâher timing, her tears, her helpless widow act. And I was done competing with it. Raven straightened, his Alpha authority filling the room. "Astrid, please wait downstairs. I need to speak with my mate alone." She hesitated, her hand still pressed to her belly, but even she couldn't disobey a direct Alpha command. As she left, her scentâjasmine and honeyâlingered unpleasantly in our bedroom. I turned back to my closet, yanking clothes from hangers. "There's nothing to discuss. You've made your choice clear." "Stop." His hands caught mine from behind, stilling my frantic movements. His chest pressed against my back, his scentâpine needles and winter frostâsurrounding me, making my wolf stir with longing despite everything. "Just... stop, little wolf." "Don't call me that," I whispered, but didn't pull away. His warmth was achingly familiar, reminding me of countless intimate moments we'd shared in this room. "Let me at least tend to your wounds," he murmured, his breath warm against my neck. I hesitated... He guided me to sit on our bed, the same bed where just this morning I'd dreamed of having his pups. He knelt before me, gently examining the gashes on my thigh. Through our weakened bond, I felt his genuine distress at seeing me injured. "These should have healed by now," he said softly, reaching for the medicinal salve. His fingers were gentle as they spread the cooling substance over my wounds. "Your wolf's healing..." "Has been weak for months," I finished. "But you've been too busy with Astrid to notice." His hands stilled on my leg. Then they moved higher, past the wounds to uninjured skin. The mate bond hummed between us as his touch became less clinical, more intimate. "I've noticed everything about you," he murmured, his eyes darkening as they met mine. "Your scent changing. Your wolf's quietness. The way you pull away from me." His hands slid higher, making me gasp. "I've just been too much of a fool to do anything about it." "Raven..." I meant it as a warning, but it came out as a plea. His lips found mine, tasting of regret and desire. Each kiss felt like an apology, each touch a promise. The mate bond sparked between us, stronger than it had been in months, carrying echoes of his guilt, his love, his need. I should have stopped him. Should have maintained my anger, and my resolve. But five years of love don't end life easily, even when poisoned by betrayal. And right now, with his scent surrounding me, his hands erasing every memory of pain, I needed this connection. Chapter 0007 Sylviaâs POV The moon hung low in the sky, casting a silvery glow through the bedroom window. His tall frame casts a shadow over me. My breath catches in my throat as he reaches out, his fingers brushing my cheek. The touch was electric, sending shivers down my spine. We hadn't been this close in months. "I'm sorry," he finally said, his voice low. "I'm truly sorry, little wolf, forgive me." His apology was filled with regret and longing. I want to forgive him and let go of the sadness and anger that has consumed me for so long. But part of me is scared, scared that if I allow myself to feel again, it will only lead to more pain. "Don't, Raven," I said, pushing his hand away, but not firmly. "We both need time to calm down. "But Raven didn't care. He continued to kiss me "I don't want to calm down," he murmured, his breath rolling over my skin. "I want you, little wolf. Right now. " The intensity in his voice turned me and my wolf on, and my wolf let out a sound of pleasure in my head. I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of his lips on mine, soft and insistent. It had been a long time since we had kissed like this, and a long time since I had felt the heat of his desire. He licked over the spot I'd marked and growled, his eyes were all over me now, "Baby, spread your legs." His voice got hotter, "Please baby, let me in." My body trembled with anticipation as I obeyed, opening up for him. Raven's hands were gentle but firm as he guided himself to fill me completely. The sensation was overwhelming, the mixture of pleasure and pain bringing tears to my eyes. "Look at me," he said with emotion in his voice. "Don't hide from me." I meet his gaze, my vision blurred by tears. He kisses my face, kisses away my tears, and begins to move inside me. I can feel the wolf inside him, its primal instincts driving him forward, demanding fulfillment. "That's it," Raven growled, his haunch shaking harder. "I love you, little wolf, believe me." For a moment, everything felt perfectâlike we'd finally found our way back to each other. The mate bond hummed between us, stronger than it had been in months, carrying echoes of his desire, his guilt, his need for forgiveness. Afterward, we lay tangled in the sheets, our scents mingled in the air. His hand traced lazy patterns on my skin as my wolf purred contentedly within me. Our knots of tension and mistrust had loosened, if not completely untied. I was in the crook of his arm, drifting off to sleep. But in the middle of the night, I woke to cold sheets beside me. Raven's warmth was gone, his scent fading. My weakened wolf stirred uneasily, the mate bond pulling me toward... Astrid's room. No. Not tonight. Not after we'd just... But my feet carried me forward anyway, drawn by an instinct I couldn't ignore. The hallway seemed endless as I approached her room, my heart pounding with each step. Through the doorway, I saw themâmy husband, who had been making love to me just hours ago, now holding Astrid in his arms as she cried. I pressed against the wall beside the door, my wolf straining to hear their words. "It's not fair," Astrid sobbed, her face pressed against his chest. "None of this is fair." "I know." Raven's voice was so gentle, so intimate. It made my stomach turn. "We had something real," she whispered. "Before the moon goddess interfered, before her destiny tore us apart..." My heart stopped. What? "Astrid..." Raven's voice held such history, such pain. "We can't change the past." "Can't we?" Her fingers clutched his shirtâthe same shirt I'd helped him remove hours ago. "Tell me you don't think about it. About us. About what we had before she came along." The silence that followed was deafening. Raven's hesitation spoke volumes. "My marriage to Sylvia..." he finally said, his words careful, measured. "It's not reluctant. I do care for her." Care. Not love. Never love. "But it's not the same," Astrid pressed. "What we had was real. The moon goddess might have chosen her for you, but your heart chose me first." My legs trembled as memories realigned in my mind. Every time he'd pulled away. Every time he'd chosen Astrid over me. Every time he'd made me feel like I was asking for too much by wanting my mate's full attention. "The child..." Astrid's voice dropped to a whisper, her hand moving to her belly. "Sometimes I wonder..." Raven cut her off quickly. "Don't. That path only leads to pain." I listened as Astrid continued, her voice breaking with practiced perfection as she detailed her struggles, her loneliness, and her fear. Each word was carefully chosen to twist the knife of guilt deeper into Raven's heart. My wolf whimpered within me, but for once, it wasn't from weakness. It was from heartbreak. All this time, I'd thought Astrid was trying to steal my mate. But she'd had him first. She'd loved him first. And some part of him had never stopped loving her. The Moon Goddess herself broke them up, forcing him to accept me as his mate. I was the Moon Goddess's choice, but not his heart's, and our union was never complete. I struggled with my emotions, torn between rage and devastation. Part of me sympathized with Astridâlosing the man she loved to another woman must have been painful. But then I remembered her calculated manipulations, her triumphant smirks, her deliberate interference in my marriage. My sympathy withered. "I know I should let you go," Astrid was saying, her voice thick with tears. "But seeing you with her... knowing what we once had..." Raven's silence was another knife in my heart. He should be denying this. Should be pushing her away. Should be honoring our mate bond, especially after the intimacy we'd just shared. Instead, he held her closer, offering comfort that wasn't his to give. The wolf inside meâmy proud, fierce wolf that had been growing mysteriously weakerâfinally stirred with purpose. She wanted to burst in there, to confront them both, to demand answers about all the lies and I needed to think. Needed to plan. This wasn't just about a widow seeking comfort anymore. This was about a woman who'd lost her lover to a mate bond, who'd married his best friend instead, and who was now using that friend's death and her expecting a baby to reclaim what she'd lost. And my mate... My Raven... he was letting her. I pushed away from the wall, my feet silent on the carpeted floor as I retreated. Their voices followed meâAstrid's perfectly timed sobs, Raven's gentle comforting words. Words that should have been mine. Comfort that belonged to his mate, not his former lover. In our bedroomâthe same room where he'd touched me so tenderly just hours agoâI sank onto the bed. His scent still clung to the sheets, but now it felt tainted. Every kiss, every touch, every whispered promise... had he been thinking of her? Wishing I was her? Chapter 0008 Sylvia's POV Morning light filtered through the windows as I stood outside Astrid's room, my resolve hardened by last night's revelations. No more games. No more manipulation. This had to end. I knocked sharply. "It's me, Sylvia. Astrid. We need to talk." She opened the door with that perfectly practiced innocent expression. "Oh, Luna! What a surprise..." "Save it." I pushed past her into the room, then stopped cold. I was surprised to see on her dresser sat my mother's silver urnâthe one thing I had left of her, the most precious possession in my entire home. "Oh, that?" Astrid smiled sweetly. "Such a lovely piece. Raven told me all about your mother... how she end life protecting your father, who then end life protecting his pack. So tragic." My wolf bristled at her casual handling of my family's pain. "This ends now, Astrid. I heard you last night. I know everythingâabout your relationship with Raven, about how the moon goddess separated you." "Finally figured it out, did you?" Her mask slipped, revealing the snake beneath. "Took you long enough. Five years of marriage, and you never wondered why he runs to me every chance he gets?" "You need to leave," I said firmly. "Find another pack, another life. Stop poisoning my marriage." She laughed, the sound like breaking glass. "Your marriage? Do you mean the one forced on him by the moon goddess? The one that stole him from me?" "He's my mateâ" "He's my love!" She snatched up my mother's urn. "I had him first. We chose each other. You? You're just some cosmic joke forced on him by fate." "Put that down." My voice shook with barely contained rage. "Or what?" Her fingers loosened on the urn. "You'll attack a expecting a baby woman? Prove to everyone what a monster you really are?" "Astridâ" " "You know what's funny?" She started pacing, still holding my mother's ashes. "How easy it was to make him doubt you. A few tears here, a swoon there... He's so desperate to atone for his father's sins against your family that he never questions my motives." "This isn't about Raven anymore," I growled. "This is about you using my dead friend's child as a weapon. James deserved better than that." Her eyes flashed. "Don't you dare speak his name! James was a fool who end life for his precious Alpha, leaving me to play grieving widow. But it worked out perfectly, didn't it? Now I have the perfect excuse to stay close to Raven." "You're insane." I stepped toward her. "Give me my mother's urn." "Your mother?" She sneered. "Another weak wolf who end life for nothing. Like father, like daughterâalways playing the noble sacrifice. It's pathetic." Something snapped inside me. "Give. Me. The. Urn." "Come get it." And then, with a smile that showed her true nature, she let it slip from her fingers. Time slowed. I lunged forward, but my weakened wolf wasn't fast enough. The silver urn shattered on the hardwood floor, my mother's ashes scattering like gray snow. "Oops." Astrid's voice dripped false concern. "How clumsy of me." A sound escaped meâpart wolf, part human, pure anguish. My mother's ashes... all I had left of her... "What's wrong, Luna?" Astrid taunted. "Upset about a little spilled dust? Like mother, like daughterâboth of you just dirt on the ground." I moved without thinking, grief and rage propelling me forward. Astrid backpedaled toward the balcony doors, her hand on her stomach, her eyes gleaming with triumph. "Stay back!" she cried, a voice suddenly loud enough to carry. "Please! Think of the baby!" "You did this on purpose," I snarled. "Everythingâthe urn, backing toward the balconyâit's all another manipulation!" She smirked. "Yes, but no one will believe you, Luna. Poor Luna." Then, with the grace of a dancer, she let herself fall backward through the open doors. A normal wolf would have easily caught themselvesâthe drop was nothing to our kind. But Astrid didn't even try. She just fell, her scream piercing the morning air. "I promise I'll never go near Raven again!" she wailed as she fell. "Please don't hurt my baby!" "Sylvia!" Raven's roar came from below. Of course, he was there. Of course, she'd timed this perfectly. I rushed to the balcony, looking down to see Astrid sprawled dramatically on the ground, Raven already at her side. Pack members gathered, drawn by her scream. "What happened?" Raven demanded, though his eyes said he'd already decided. "Sheâshe attacked me," Astrid sobbed. "Said she was tired of me being around. When I told her I'd leave, she said it was too late. That she'd make sure there was nothing left to keep you tied to me..." "That's not true!" I called down. "She broke my mother's urnâ" "You want to know what she said, Raven?" Astrid's voice carried clearly. "She said her father was the true Alpha of the Cold Moon tribe. That you only have your position because of her family's sacrifice. She said she's always looked down on you, that she only tolerates you because of the mate bond." Raven's face darkened with each word. "Sylvia. Get down here." I descended the stairs, my legs shaking with fury. "She's lying. She deliberately broke my mother's urn to provoke meâ" "A high fall like that wouldn't hurt a wolf," I argued. "She didn't even try to land properly!" "I was scared!" Astrid wailed. "When she came at me, all I could think about was protecting the baby. I... I just panicked." She leaned into my husband's arms and gave me a provocative look. She thought I would come forward again in anger, she thought I would, but I didn't. I suddenly felt confused, their faces were in front of me, but so unreal. "Enough!" Raven's Alpha voice rang out. His eyes, when they met mine, were cold with fury. "I've seen enough. Heard enough." "Raven, pleaseâ" "You attacked expecting a baby woman. Used your father's name to undermine my authority. Threatened an innocent child." Each accusation felt like a physical blow. "I've been patient. Been understanding. But this? This is unforgivable." My wolf cowered at his tone, but I forced myself to stand tall. "If you'd just listenâ" "No more listening." His voice dropped to something terrible and final. "You want to act like a traitor? Fine. I'll treat you like one. Perhaps the Blood Moon pack needs a new slave. They know how to handle rebellious wolves." The world stopped. The Blood Moon pack. Known for their cruelty. For breaking wolves into mindless servants. My mateâthe man I'd loved since childhoodâwas threatening to send me there. He was going to hurt me, and in the crook of his arm, he was guarding another woman in a protective position. Something deep inside me shattered. Not just my heart, but every dream, every hope, and every bit of love I'd ever felt for him. "A slave?" My voice came out strange and cold. "That's what I am to you now? Not your mate? Not your Luna? Just a disobedient wolf to be sold off?" He faltered slightly at my tone. "Sylviaâ" "No." Power rose in meânot my weakened wolf, but something older. Something primal. I stood straight as I stared into his eyes, fearless. "I, Sylvia, the Luna of Cold Moon pack, now break the mate bond with you, Raven, the Alpha of... 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Read next chapter | For her, marrying her best friend and carrying his child was a dream come true. However, just at this joyful moment, the man's beloved returned... ===== "It's a good thing you're cautious. You could've lost your baby, Miss Monroe," the GYN told me seriously as she could see the shock in my eyes. Had I heard it right? I was pregnant? I was pregnant with a baby for Pierce--my best friend and my first crush! On the way out of the hospital, I couldn't wait to tell Pierce about our baby. I wondered what his reaction would be. Would he scream in happiness? God! I couldn't contain my happiness. I cupped my flushed face as I fantasized, but the moment I felt the cold of the simple ring on my finger, my wildly beating heart calmed down. I almost forgot that Pierce wasn't the type to be keen on having children, especially since our marriage was arranged by his family. Pierce was a complete gentleman, both as a friend and a husband. Every time we did intimate thing, he was considerate yet cautious, saying there was no need to add extra shackles when we weren't ready. This baby, in a way, was out of the plan. "Ma'am, is everything okay? Do you need to call the boss?" my private driver, Luke, asked worriedly as he noticed my frown. Luke was reliable, like family, but if I chose to share, I still wanted Pierce to be the first to know this news. He was my baby's father. "No," I shook my head, giving Luke a reassuring smile. "He's on a flight. I'll talk to him later myself." I wanted to sense his answer directly from his raw expressions. I was always good at that. I closed my eyes, recalling the first day we met. His bright smile in the sunlight was so dazzling; he was a Prince. Long before we became best friends, I fell in love with him at first sight. But it was only unrequited love; I knew that well. I slid down the car window to get some fresh air but accidentally caught a glimpse of our old high school. That bitter feeling filled my chest once again. Pierce was my first love, but I wasn't his. In high school, I was just a boring nerd in others' eyes while Pierce Anderson was the shining quarterback. Everyone was surprised that we could be friends. Though envy arose, I enjoyed being around him. I slowly realized that I didn't just want to be his friend. However, right when I was about to confess my feelings to him, another girl came into his life. I shook my head, trying to rid myself of those sad memories. I gripped the cold wedding ring on my finger, telling myself the past was the past. Pierce said they were over, and I was his wife now. I was his wife who was carrying his baby. I wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes and opened the door to our house. My heart calmed as I breathed in the scent of home. Our home. Pierce and I decorated it together with our own hands. We enjoyed it. Yes, I must have been overthinking. That woman had been out of our lives for a long time, and my marriage with Pierce had been as beautiful as a fairy tale for the past three years. I glanced at the clock on the wall. At this point, Pierce should have gotten off the plane. He had been traveling for over a month for the sake of our family's business. Pierce was the President of ADE, the leading fashion magazine company in Asia, and I was actually the Vice President. We were not only life partners but also good partners at work. I really missed him. I dialed his number immediately. I wanted to hear his voice now, to know when he would arrive home. I would prepare a good meal for him, and he would reward me with a sweet k*ss. Then we might do intimate thing... Oops, I almost forgot I was pregnant now. I needed to tell him this first before we could do anything else. I was happily envisioning our lovely reunion when my heart dropped as a woman's voice came over the line. [Hello?] I snapped the phone as just one word came out. My phone fell to the floor, and my body started shaking uncontrollably. NO! It couldn't be her! It couldn't be Lexi! She was already out of our lives! I must have misheard. I rushed to the fridge, attempting to calm myself with some al**hol. But the moment I was reminded of the doctor's words and my baby. I needed to be cautious for my baby's sake. I turned to grab a box of milk and walked toward the sofa. I didn't know what made me recognize that as Lexi's voice at that moment. I meant Lexi and I were never close. Lexi Gilbert was a typical blonde beauty that men would go crazy for. She was the popular cheerleader in high school while Pierce was the star quarterback. A better match than he and a nerd like me, right? It wasn't surprising that he had fallen for her. My pride couldn't stand watching the man I loved go crazy for another woman. So I had once tried to stay away from them silently, but Pierce refused to quit my life. Every time I drowned myself in a sea of books and studies to forget them, Pierce would appear at my doorstep asking me out. I couldn't say no to his charming smile; I couldn't refuse when he claimed it was his duty as my best friend to take me out to enjoy the real world. To avoid ruining our friendship, I could only hide my broken heart, silently playing the role of his best friend while watching his happy face as he pursued another girl. I finally mustered the courage to study abroad when I learned that Pierce was planning to propose to Lexi. However, I never expected Grams would call to beg me to return. I hurried back only to see a lifeless Pierce. His heart was shattered, thanks to Lexi. My beloved sunshine boy was nowhere to be seen, and my heart b*ed for him. I started to hate Lexi from that moment. I gave up my cherished man for her, and how dared she harm him so badly! Pierce didn't tell anyone what happened except that he was done with Lexi. Grams arranged our marriage. I didn't understand why he agreed until the day I heard him say that marrying anyone but Lexi would be the same for him. It hurt like hell, but I still walked into this marriage without a second thought. My cherished boy was broken, and I wanted to fix him, not caring if I ruined myself in the process. I fell asleep at home, feeling insecure and worried. I woke up in the middle of the night when I felt someone caressing my cheek. Slowly, I opened my eyes and realized I had fallen asleep in the living room. Someone lifted me from the couch. I immediately recognized his scent and touch as I looked at him with heavy-lidded eyes. "Pierce..." "Hmm," he hummed as he walked toward the stairs. "Why did you sleep on the couch?" I stared at his face as he gently placed me down on the bed. He caressed my hair and k*ssed my forehead. He was always so gentle, and that was why I loved him so much. "Where have you been? I've been waiting for you," I said as I caressed his cheek. "Just met a friend. You said you were waiting for me; is it something urgent?" Looking at his gentle face, I suddenly didn't want to ruin the moment, so I closed my parted lips and swallowed the truth back down. Tomorrow, maybe tomorrow, I would have the courage to face all the puzzles. I shook my head and pouted, signaling that I was sleepy. He chuckled and carefully carried me to the bed. Just as he was about to leave me after giving me a goodnight k*ss, I panicked for some reason. I quickly grabbed him... I missed him. I wanted him. "Wait, Kels," he said, stopping me by pinning my hands to the bed. "I thought you said you were sleepy and needed to rest." "But I think I miss you more now." I looked at him with innocence and caught the d**ire flashing in his eyes, but I didn't know why it faded so quickly. He used to be happy when I took the initiative. As if noticing my confusion, he chuckled and playfully pinched my nose. "I'll just take a shower." I nodded and watched him as he walked toward the bathroom. But drowsiness struck again, so I closed my eyes to take a nap. However, it was already morning when I opened my eyes again, and Pierce was beside me, putting a tray of food on the bedside table. "Hey!" I greeted, smiling when I realized what he'd done. He had prepared breakfast for me. In bed. The sweetest. He smiled and sat on the edge of the bed. "Good morning." I grinned as I sat up. He carried the tray and put it beside me. I shot an eyebrow up, tilting my head as I stared at his handsome face. His deep brown eyes and thick, black eyebrows complemented his striking features. "What is this? Is this a bribe? You stood me up last night, bad boy." He didn't laugh. Instead, he heaved a sigh, gently tucking my hair behind my ear before taking my hand and staring into my eyes. "I have something to tell you." My heart raced. I thought about our baby. He had something to say, and I did too. "W-What is it?" I asked, feeling my voice tremble. He took a deep breath. "You know you're important to me, right?" I slowly nodded, my lips parted. I couldn't speak; I was scared of what he was about to say. I had a bad feeling about this. "You were my best friend before we got married. You're one of the few people I treasure..." I hid my clenched fists under the sheets. I didn't understand why he was telling me this, but I felt tears pooling in the corner of my eyes already. "Kelly..." He paused, squeezing his eyes shut before looking into mine again. "I-I think it's time for us to divorce." "P-Pierce..." My heart clenched. He smiled sadly. "I know you don't have feelings for me either. You only married me because of my grandparents. You just did this because you love them. Now it's time for our real happiness, Kelly." I shook my head. "W-What are you talking about, Pierce?" "Lexi is back, Kelly. My first love is back." Chapter 2 Kelly's POV--It Never Rains but It Pours I got off the bed and tried to leave, but Pierce grabbed my hand. I quickly wiped the tears rolling down my cheeks before he could see them. He stood in front of me, searching my face as I struggled to look down and avoid his gaze. My heart felt like it was breaking into pieces. I thought... I thought I could make him fall in love with me during those three years together. I believed his feelings would deepen, that he would see me as a woman rather than just a best friend. I was foolish to hope and dream so high. I had failed. No matter how hard I tried, his heart belonged only to his first love, Lexi. "Kelly..." I sucked in a breath and swallowed the pain as I looked at him. I forced a smile. "I need to wash up before eating." He stared into my eyes, trying to figure out what I was thinking. I knew he understood me too well, so I made a concerted effort to hide my pain and smiled back at him. He sighed and let go of my hand. "Okay. I'll wait for you here. Let's eat and go to work together." Together? How cruel could he be? He still wanted us to get along as if he hadn't just asked for a divorce? He wanted us to stay the same right after telling me that his first love was back and he wanted to divorce me? Oh, Pierce, what's going on in your head? If I used to be able to force myself to remain in the role of his best friend, wishing him happiness, I no longer had that courage after the three years we'd shared. There was no way I could endure that kind of torture again, especially now that I was carrying his baby. The baby... I had thought it was good news for us, but now... it felt more like a burden to him, I guess. A burden that would prevent him from pursuing his true love and freedom. I knew how an unwanted child could grow up. My parents divorced even before my mother died, and my father's new family hated me. It hurt like hell. I didn't want my baby to experience that same pain. I needed to keep my child away from it. I forced another smile. "We can't. I need to visit the studio for the photoshoot of our new models..." "I'll go with you--" "No." I pushed his hand away. His eyes followed my hand before he looked up at me again. "You have some documents to sign. Our schedules are already organized, remember?" "But..." "I have a personal driver, Pierce. I'll be fine going alone." He sighed and slowly nodded. I turned my back on him and entered the bathroom. I immediately opened the shower and stood under the cold water. Tears cascaded down my cheeks as I covered my mouth to suppress my sobs. My shoulders trembled violently, and when I thought about my baby, I swallowed hard, trying to calm myself down. I wiped my face and caressed my belly. I needed to be strong. I had to stay calm. I shouldn't put my baby's life at risk just because I got my heart broken. I had to handle this wisely. I took a deep breath and finished my shower. When I got out of the bathroom, I was shocked to see Pierce still there. He was struggling to fix his tie in front of the full-length mirror. I also noticed my pair of heels and dress on the bed. "Hey! I picked your dress for today." Since our marriage wasn't public, Pierce had said he would try to do little things for me as a husband. He did it well, and I used to enjoy these sweet moments, but now, they felt like d**gers to my heart. I grabbed the dress and went into the walk-in closet. I felt him following me. I put the white dress back and picked a red one. When I turned to face him, his forehead was creased. "I prefer red today. I'd feel beautiful in this dress." His eyes landed on the dress I was holding, and his face immediately relaxed. He nodded and walked toward me. "I see. Help me fix this first." I placed my dress on his arm and started adjusting his tie. I could feel his eyes staring intently and it was making my heart beat so fast. I took a deep breath and chewed my bottom lip as I struggled to fix the tie. My vision started to blur again. D**n! "Kelly..." I jumped in shock. "Hmm?" "Are you okay?" I looked at him and smiled. "Yeah." "I have something else to say." I finished fixing his tie, then immediately grabbed the dress from him. I glanced at him before walking past him and said, "Let's just talk some other time. I'm going to be late." I heard him sigh as he followed me again. He's silent the whole time as if he's thinking about something. "You should eat before you leave." I turned to him and nodded. "I will. You should go now." "Kelly, we're on the same page, right?" I stared at him. No, Pierce. We're never on the same page. All of this was just my stupid fantasy. I thought you had feelings for me, and I was so wrong. "If it's about the divorce, I understand everything, Pierce. I know what I have to do. Just give me some time because I'm really busy with the company. I won't run away." "Kelly, I'm not just doing this for myself. I'm doing this for you too. You've been caged with me ever since we got married. I know you're not happy because deep down, you want to find the man you deserve. Someone who will truly love you. Not me. Not someone who's half-hearted." "I understand what you're trying to say, Pierce," I said, trying to turn away, but he held me by the waist, keeping me in place. He did everything he could to capture my gaze, and he succeeded. He looked at me worriedly. "You are my best friend. I don't want to lose you, Kels. You're one of the few people I..." "I know," I said out of frustration. He looked shocked, so I took a breath to calm myself. "I-I know. You don't have to worry. I'm just stressed about work. It's not about our divorce." His lips parted, and he slowly nodded, as if he could finally breathe properly. He walked toward me, and I froze when he gently k*ssed my forehead... "Thank you, Kelly," he whispered. My heart clenched. It had been three years, but I was still such a coward. Why couldn't I just tell him that I loved him? He's my husband, and I'm carrying his baby! If I told him, he might change his mind! I swallowed hard, ready to speak, but his phone rang. I didn't miss the caller ID. Again, it was Lexi. "I gotta go." He scratched his head in apology, and I didn't miss the upturned corners of his mouth. "I called Luke, and he's waiting outside. Eat before you go, okay?" With that, he left our room. The tears I had managed to hold back burst forth again. Why did I think I could have a chance? He had made his choice the moment he asked for a divorce, hadn't he? Whenever it came to Lexi, I was always the one he would abandon. Chapter 3 Kelly's POV--Stiff Upper Lip I entered the studio wearing two-inch red heels and a red dress. Everyone turned to look as I walked down the hallway, greeting me with smiles, but my face remained stoic, not showing any emotions at all. The conversation with Pierce this morning lingered in my mind, but I couldn't let it affect my work. I couldn't fail my work after I had failed my marriage. I took a deep breath to steady myself. However, when I entered the photoshoot room, I could notice everyone was in chaos. "We can't! She's not answering her calls. What should we do? The Vice President is coming today. She'll be furious." "We can just tell her the truth. She's nice." "Not in this situation, Lily! She'll scold us--" "What's happening here?" I asked, stepping further into the room. The staff turned to me with worried expressions, and I knew then that something was wrong. "G-Good morning, Miss Monroe." Miss Monroe. Of course, no one knew that Pierce and I were married except for our families. I felt a pinch in my heart because of that truth. It hurt. I stared at her blankly, "What? "W-We have a problem, Miss Monroe. Miss Chen, our model, has been refusing our calls. She said she heard that we're changing the model, so...she doesn't want to come here. She's even threatening to file a case against us." She bowed her head, and I gritted my teeth, scanning the room. "Where's the marketing manager?" "S-She's still trying to convince Miss Chen, Miss Monroe." I massaged my forehead, squeezing my eyes closed. I grabbed my hair and screamed in so much anger, causing everyone around me to jump in shock. I g**aned, sucking in a breath before looking around. "Miss Monroe..." "What is this, Miss Hayley? You're the marketing manager. What's happening?" "Miss Monroe, I don't know how it happened, but Miss Chen heard that you're changing our model. She's about to file a case against us--" Changing the model? How had I not known about this? Miss Chen had always been a trusted partner, and if not necessary, changing models for a commercial shoot on short notice would only create chaos for the company. I would never allow such a costly mistake. "I never asked for that. You must be mistaken." I cut her off to save the time, "Fix this mess, or I'll have to fire you!" "Miss Monroe... It's Mr. President who ordered the change." Hayley spoke hesitantly. "He instructed us as soon as he returned from his business trip yesterday." The truth hit me hard. Pierce's order? Why hadn't he told me? He used to discuss every major decision with me first. "It shouldn't be..." Confusion clouded my mind. Pierce was not a clueless businessman; he maintained a clear distinction between work and personal matters, which was why he always succeeded. And that was also why he chose to keep our marriage a secret. "Yes, Kelly. I gave the order." The voice pulled me back. "M-Mr. President..." Hayley bowed in respect as the man suddenly appeared behind me. "I think you owe me an explanation, Pierce. About changing the model!" I snapped as I turned to face him. He knew how much effort I had put into securing this project. I hadn't slept well for days, and Miss Chen was the perfect fit for us. He had agreed too. But now... he just changed the model as he liked without informing me in advance. It felt like a hard s**p in the face. "Go ahead with the work. I'll explain it to her." He pacified the staff first, ignoring the anger simmering in my eyes. "Answer me, Pierce! Why did you change the model so suddenly?" I couldn't contain my fury. He touched my shoulder and whispered, "This isn't the place to talk. Let me explain in the car." I glanced around, noticing others sneaking glances at us. I shook off his hand and walked toward the parking lot, my heart growing heavier with each step. I had a sinking feeling I wouldn't like his explanation. "Now, say it," I blurted once we were seated in his car. He stared into my eyes as if weighing my emotions. I looked away again.; I couldn't bear his gaze. I couldn't withstand his eyes that never looked at me the way I wanted him to. He had no feelings for me and it hurt so much. "I-I..." he paused, sighing. "I replaced Miss Chen because Lexi wants to be our model. She's also a good fit, so I agreed--" "What?" I asked in disbelief. He pressed his lips together and looked away, ruffling his hair in frustration before shaking his head and holding my hand. "I'm sorry I didn't tell you sooner. It was just so sudden. She asked for a favor, and I couldn't say no." I pulled my hand away, looking at him with a mix of pain and anger. "You can't say no to her, so you'd rather harm the company--our company. You've betrayed me, Pierce." "Kels, come on. You know how much I love her. She's my first love." Painfully, I closed my eyes. Oh yes, she was your first love. She's always the one you want, no matter the cost. As long as she frowns a bit, you turn a blind eye to the pain and effort of others. You're so heartless, Pierce. "Well, you've made your decision. I don't have a say in this since you're the President. Just go. I'll be in the office." I said coldly, opening the car door to leave. "Kelly..." I looked him in the eyes. "Go home early. Let's talk about our divorce at home tonight." Chapter 4 Kelly's POV--Left High and Dry I was playing with the wedding ring on my finger. I told him to go home early, but he didn't come home at all. He wasn't even answering my calls. Well, now Lexi was back; this house was probably not home in his eyes anymore. My eyes turned to my pregnancy report on the table. What a mockery. I was still naive to hold a glimmer of hope that things would be different if I told him about the baby. But forget this baby thing was out of his plan. I wiped away the tears collecting at the corners of my eyes and picked up the report. It was 5 a.m. already when I looked at the clock on the wall. I tried to dial his number again, but it was still busy. What was he busy with? Was he busy staying with Lexi? He must have missed her a lot, didn't he? I didn't remember how I fell asleep. When the alarm clock went off, he didn't come home yet. I sneered at myself as I caught my reflection in the dresser mirror. The dark circles under my eyes were so clear, and my hair was a total mess, looking like a ghost. Suddenly, a wave of nausea flooded my stomach, and I realized I hadn't eaten anything last night. Feeling sick again, I ran to the sink and puked. I spat yellowish liquid, and while I was washing my mouth, I felt a warm hand caressing my back. I immediately lifted my face and met a pair of brown eyes looking at me through the mirror. Standing behind me with a worried expression was my husband, Pierce. I had always been thankful to have him as my best friend and husband, but now... I'm losing him. Hopelessly losing him. "Are you okay? Are you not feeling well? You should've told me." I stared at him through the mirror. "You didn't answer my calls." Guilt flickered in his eyes. "I'm sorry. I had some things to do. I stayed in the office all night." I wiped my face and walked past him. He followed me as I sat in front of the vanity and started combing my hair. "Kels..." "I woke up late. I failed to prepare breakfast." I tried to avoid his eyes. I felt like I would lose my temper and snap at him. There was no moment when I felt his selfishness so clearly as now. He called me his best friend, yet he had never seriously confronted my needs. My feelings. "Kels... you know I'm not asking about this. I'm just worried about your condition..." "Kels, are we still okay?" I stopped combing my hair and slowly met his eyes. Through the mirror, again. Really? He's asking me that? After he offered me a divorce without even asking if I was okay with it? He decided on his own, just because his first love is back. I couldn't believe him. I faked a smile. "I just don't feel well today, Pierce." He immediately squatted beside me, which was not surprising because I knew he truly cared. What surprised me was why he was still doing this after he buried a dagger in my heart. "Are you okay?" He gently touched my forehead and neck. "Are you sick? Tell me how you feel, Kels." "My feelings don't matter," I couldn't help but blurt out. He looked shocked by what I said. When I attempted to avoid him, he grabbed my wrist and made me face him. His face was mirroring his anger now. He was completely lost his patience. "What's wrong with you, Kels? You've been acting like this since yesterday. Is this about Lexi? Or was it because I didn't come home last night?" I looked him in the eyes, annoyed. "You're the one who asked for a divorce! I told you to come back earlier, but you just let me wait the whole night. How do you want me to greet you this morning, Pierce?" He clenched his jaws and shook his head. "Kels, I..." "Enough. We can talk about the divorce after work today." "Kels!" He called and grabbed my shoulders. Confusion and pain were visible in his eyes. "Are you... in love with me?" I was taken aback. In love? Yes! Ever since we were in high school. Ever since he became my best friend. Who wouldn't fall for someone who had been protecting you ever since? But of course, I couldn't tell him. It would only complicate things more. I didn't even want him to pity me. I shook my head and pushed his arms away. "Are you on d**gs? I'm not in love with you." I turned my back on him and entered the bathroom again. I locked it before going to the bathtub. I should focus on myself. I can't let my emotions affect me, but... why are my tears falling again? "You are so pathetic, Kelly! You can't even tell him how you truly feel," I whispered to myself as I wiped my tears angrily. It took me almost an hour to bathe. When I was done, I realized Pierce had already left. I shook my head in disbelief. He's been constantly abandoning me. I can't believe we've reached this point. I thought we were okay. I was so stupid. *** "Good morning, Miss Monroe..." "Good morning, Vice President..." I did not greet anyone back, just like how I used to greet them. I still felt pissed, and my mood seemed off. Irritation could easily take over me, and I couldn't control it. Probably because of Pierce's divorce proposal or because of my pregnancy. I was about to enter my office when I heard two girls talking. "Did you see her? I bet she's Mr. Anderson's girlfriend. They seemed close." My forehead creased. Pierce's girlfriend? "Ah! It's a waste that I didn't see her face, but I feel like it's Miss Lexi." "Lexi? Lexi Gilbert? The model?" "Yes! I bet my whole month's salary on this. They look good together." "Come on! Miss Monroe and Mr. Anderson look better together." "Are you serious? They're best friends. You know, some people are better off just friends. It's Mr. Anderson and Miss Monroe." I squeezed my eyes closed and pushed the door of my office. I slowly closed it and rested my back against it. This is harder than I expected. I took a deep breath and sat in my swivel chair. I opened the computer at the same time a notification popped up on the screen of my phone. My hands started shaking as soon as I saw the notification. It was Pierce's social media update. He uploaded a photo of him and Lexi together, eating in a fancy restaurant. I balled my fists and gritted my teeth. See, Kelly? That's what happens when you step into such a loveless marriage without a second thought. You would only break yourself if you continued on the wrong path. Just get a divorce. Spare him and yourself. Your baby needs a strong mommy... ...... ==== Marrying her best friend was a dream come true for Kelly, but everything truly has a limitation. Pierce is Kelly's first love, but as his best friend, she knew well there was always another woman deep in his heart, Lexi Gilbert. Kelly finally realized their happy marriage of the last three years was just a beautiful dream when Pierce asked for a divorce just because Lexi returned. She could only be his best friend even if she was carrying his baby. Since their friendship had become a cage, Kelly chose to set him free, as well as the miserable herself. But why then, it was Pierce who became the one who refused to move on? To make matters worse, her devil stepbrother also domineeringly stepped in at the same time, asking her to be his. What happens next? How could Kelly save her heart in this battle of love and hate? 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