Chapter 2

Another baby, another pregnancy lost because I married an abuser, a wife beater for a husband.

What kind of man beats his pregnant wife and costs them not just one but two of their babies in the space of one year?

This is just too much for me to bear.

I don’t even know how I feel right now.

Pain? Anger? Sadness? I don’t know…..

I just feel— Empty, void, a broken vessel of nothingness.

I should divorce him, I know, I should have done so the very first time he put his hands on me but I can’t.

Divorcing Myron is giving up my family legacy, the Alphaship will be passed from my bloodline completely since we have no child together.

He’s not even originally from our pack, what would the pack members think of me?

I can’t….I just can’t.

I sniff hard, wiping my eyes but it’s useless, the tears won’t stop pouring.

I want to stay strong but I feel so weak, within and without.

Twice I have carried life inside me and daydreamed, even in my sleep, I did dream about holding them in my hands, I saw their beautiful faces, the cute little innocent smile babies always had but those dreams have turned into a living nightmares because of Myron.

I bawl, throwing my phone at the portrait of him hanging in our room.

“Pumpkin, everything okay?”

My breath hitches and my heart races the moment I hear Eli’s voice outside the room as he knocks.

He cannot know about any of this, he must not find out.

“Yeah, I’m fine, one minute!” I yell in response, gather the wet tissues on my bed and toss them in the bin, dry my face with a towel and apply some powder before I ask him to enter.

He steps in with that grace that he always carries, tall and gallant, his sharp blue eyes beautiful as ever, well defined jaw line with no beard and a mop of dark hair on his head.

No one would believe this man was turning forty next month, he looked as young as the twenty seven year old Myron.

“I missed you at my coro—” he pauses and observes me, the calm look on his face morphing into a frown, “you’ve been crying, are the cramps that bad?”

What cramps?

Myron must have conjured up some lie to explain my absence.

“Yeah,” I nod, playing along but the,urge to speak the truth burns at the tip of my tongue.

He’ll probably murder Myron for even laying a hand on me but the backlash and scandal that will follow will also cost me everything I hold dear.

He shakes his head pitifully at me and smirks before coming over to sit beside me on the bed and the moment his sandalwood and wet earth smell hits my nostrils, I feel a deep sense of tranquility within me, reaching even my wolf.

It’s always been like this since I was a kid, I always feel safe and at peace around him.

“I wanted you out there today, I was going to give you the honor of putting the crown on me,” he says in a solemn voice, his eyes looking a bit sad and I can tell he’s really upset that I missed it.

I wanted to be out there for him today, I know how much it meant to him. Becoming Supreme Alpha has been a lifelong dream of his.

“I’m sorry,” I pout, giving him puppy eyes.

“You know that shit doesn’t work on me, yet you do it all the time,” he makes a face and pokes my head with his index finger like I’m some kid, “silly girl.”

“Yes it does,” I chuckle, feeling lighter inside but I know the heaviness will return when he leaves.

He smiles at me but then his face turns serious. “There’s something I should tell you. I’ll be getting remarried.”

What?

My eyes bulge and my heart clenches. I shouldn’t feel this way, I should be happy for him but I’m not because for as long as I can remember, I’ve always wanted him even though I know he’ll never look at me that way.

What am I even saying? I’m married…to his nephew.

“Oh. who? When?” I recover, spewing out the words fast.

I know he doesn’t have a mate, he never found her. The rumor is that she’s probably dead plus it’s not really an uncommon thing. I haven’t found my mate either, not that it would matter anyway.

He was married before, a marriage that blessed him with twin children but his wife cheated on him with her fated mate and in his rage, he killed them both.

“I don’t have a who— yet,” he frowns, “I don’t even want to do it but the king insists. As a Supreme, I need a Luna, he gave me one year to find a bride.”

“Hey don’t be so sad about it,” I nudge him, forcing a smile to mask my own feelings, feelings I shouldn’t even have that I do. “At least now you’ll have a woman to answer to.”

He scoffs, “make no mistake pumpkin, I answer to no woman.”

“Except for me,” I say proudly, folding my hands against my chest.

Goddess…I just love the feeling I have around this man, I just feel so free, so happy, the innocent little girl in me comes to life.

“I have something for you,” he says, putting his hand in his pocket.

I shake my head amusingly. Only Eli would give someone a gift on his own coronation when it’s supposed to be the other way round.

I wonder what it is, his pocket didn’t look bulgy when he walked in but I really didn’t take note either.

He pulls his hand out of his pocket, a sadistic smile on his face as he flips me the middle finger.

“I answer to no woman, not even you pumpkin.”

Did he just—

“No you didn’t…”

I jump towards him and he easily catches me, pins me down on the bed with his body bent over mine.

His bright blue eyes lock with my ocean blue eyes and for a moment, everything stops.

I hear his heart race and in the stillness of everything, his eyes dip to the cleavage of my breasts, his throat bobs but then he blinks rapidly and quickly looks away like someone jolted out of a trance.

He lets me go quickly, too quick that I want to beg him to hold me and look at me like that again.

“I have to go,” he says, not even waiting for me to reply before he practically runs out.

My own heart thuds and I sigh in confusion.

What does this mean?

That look in his eyes, I’ve never seen it before, it’s strange yet alluring.

Is it possible that he sees me as more than his goddaughter?