Chapter 2

Emma's POV 

I hesitated before pushing the door open, my heart still in my hands, unable to believe the sounds I had heard from inside.

At first, they had been muffled, but standing there long enough made them clear and impossible to ignore.

Breathless moans. The heavy grunts of a man. My mind scrambled for excuses. It had to be Ronan’s friends, I told myself.

Ronan was part of the Night Owls racers group, famous in the racing circuit—tattooed, tough and chisele faced men.

 Everything about him I cherished. Perhaps one of his friends was here with their girlfriend, I reasoned. Maybe he had let them make out in his house because he wanted to be close to them. He had promised me he’d use his influence in the group to help me find my missing father. Maybe this was part of that.

And perhaps the sleek sports car I had seen in the garage belonged to one of them too as there was no way Ronan could own something like that, given his modest background.

But as I pushed the door open, my world tilted on its axis.

Ronan, my boyfriend and the love of my life, was driving himself in and out of a woman under him.

Every motion and thrust was so intense and intimate, that I couldn’t move. My body froze as my chest tightened, watching in horror. The way they moved together left no room for doubt that this wasn’t the first time. The way he pounded into her, the way she clutched him and moaned, the wet, fitting sound of his body sliding against hers! 

My purse slipped from my hand, hitting the floor with a crash. The sound caught their attention immediately.

“Emma, what are you doing here?” he asked suddenly, disconnecting from her and turning to face me. His tone so casual and unconcerned, shattered me even more.

He didn’t even look shocked nor remorseful. 

“Ronan?” I called, forcing out his name instead of the sweet endearments I had been used to. My voice shook, but I could barely feel it over the storm of hurt consuming me.

How could this be real? Two years of love and shared dreams… and last week, on our second anniversary, I had given him my virginity after he had demanded it for so long. And now I was seeing him with another woman? 

He hadn’t even used a condom from his dick hanging in the air unsheathed. And from the stash of cash I saw on the television beside the bed, I was sure of he hadn’t hired just any woman. She was a call girl, just like the ones most of his teammates flaunted in public.

And just like that, the world I had trusted him to protect had shattered in front of me.

He had always promised me that he wasn’t like them. That was why I had accepted him. At least, that was how he acted whenever he was around me at Lunaris Academy. His eyes were always on me, never wandering after random girls like the rest of his biker team. So how…

“Ronan?” I called again, my voice trembling and desperate for an explanation. There had to be one. There had to be something and anything to make sense of what I was seeing, of what he had done.

“There’s a good thing you’re here now, Emma,” he said casually, as if discussing the weather. “I’ve been meaning to contact you since the weekend to tell you I’m breaking up with you. Didn’t know you’d come to me yourself.” He reached lazily for a cigarette and lighter, utterly unbothered.

My eyes couldn’t help darting down, catching sight of his cock again which was still slick and jiggling with each step he took, coated with the woman’s wetness.

She still lay on the bed, legs stretched, as if waiting for him, her pussy glistening as if she was still not fully satisfied before I had barged in.

“I… I do not understand…” I rasped, my words choking in my throat. I reached out to him, trembling, but he shoved my hands away as if they were filthy. My throat tightened further, leaving me unable to speak as he cut me off coldly.

“What is it that you don’t understand?” he snapped. “The fact that I’m breaking up with you? Or that I don’t need you anymore?”

“Ronan, I…” I tried to protest, but the words died on my lips. He had never shouted at me like this. He had never smoked in front of me. This was all new—the cigarette, the tone, the betrayal.

I had expected apologies, begged for -for forgiveness, maybe even tears from him. Instead, he stood there indifferent, as if nothing had happened, as if two years of love and trust meant nothing.

“Come on, Emma,” he sneered, a cruel smile tugging at his lips. “Did you really expect someone like me to be in love with a weak, wolfless omega like you?”

I froze, unable to move, unable to process his words.

“I am the leader of the Night Owls team at Lunaris Academy,” he continued, voice sharp and teasing. “I’ve got girls lined up, waiting just for a glance. Pretty, hot girls you’ll never compare. Sexy ladies with big clapping asses ! And you…?” He raked his eyes over me with disdain, disgust plain on his face.

“You’re nothing but a lowlife. Did you really think I’d be interested in someone like you? Of all the girls I could have, out of all the bitches who’d beg to spend even a night with me…”

“Ronan, I…” I tried to speak, but my mind was a whirlwind of confusion. Just days ago, he had promised me his undying love, told me I was the only woman in his heart, that he couldn’t get me off his mind. And now… all of it? A lie.

“Did you see the car outside in the garage?” he asked, exhaling smoke from his cigarette like it was nothing.

I couldn’t respond. My eyes darted around, still trying to comprehend how any of this could be real.

“That’s my prize, Emma,” he said, a cold glint in his eyes. “My prize for winning a bet. And do you know what that bet was?”

He didn’t wait for me to answer and I didn’t even want to.

“Sleeping with you, Emma. Took me two years to finally win it against my teammates, but it’s worth it. After all, I’ve had you. My luxury car? That’s all that matters.”

The wave of emotions hit me so hard I couldn’t even hold back the tears. My vision blurred, my chest and my legs felt like they would give way.

“So… all this time…” I began, my voice barely a whisper, but the words failed me. Two years. Two years of love, of dreams, of trust and it had all been nothing but a bet and game to him.

I had imagined our future together—graduating, getting mated, the Moon Goddess blessing us, my wolf awakening. I had prayed for him to choose me, to mark me as his mate. And now, two years later, I was left with nothing.

How could the boy I had planned my life with turn out like this? How could he be nothing like I had known him? And why… why had I been the one chosen for the stupid bet he made with his friends when i had known my place at Lunaris Academy?