After another torturous moment of pleasure and pain, Alessandro got up and walked towards the bathroom. I remained in the bed, trying to forget the pain or rather I should say that I was trying to avoid the pain in my body, while reaching out to the nightstand.
"Tomorrow is our three year anniversary!" I said calmly, holding the invitation card from his family. Despite being in pain, I needed to do what I was supposed to do. Obeying his orders and acting like his wife when I was nothing but a placeholder in his eyes were my job. Slowly I got up. The first thing I did was to put some concealer on my neck and collarbone. Although I wasn't marked, I couldn't show people those hickeys. Alessandro hated it. "So what? Are you trying to get some sort of special attention from me?" He asked in disdain. "I dare not!" I muttered, lowering my gaze, "Your parents sent a formal invitation card to join them in a lavish party. Cruise Party precisely! They're expecting both of us to attend!" I explained quietly. Although it's been three years, I wasn't still used to the pain he gave me subconsciously or consciously. He turned, his brow arching with distinct irritation. "I told you not to communicate with my parents. Did you just disobey me?" He growled, his Autumn Brown Eyes glowing golden. "No!" I calmly replied, clenching my jaws. The invitation card shook in my hand. "Alpha Simmons and Luna Simmons have sent the invitation card through the mail. Also, it is not a secret that I am a placeholder to your muse. They won't give me that respect by talking to me privately!" My voice was calm as I explained, ignoring the turmoil inside me. I clenched the bedsheets to calm myself down. Alessandro's expression darkened but my response might have satisfied him. He said nothing but walked towards the nightstand and took the invitation card. "It must be my brother's succession day. You don't have to worry about it. Anything related to my family and friends shouldn't concern you!" He said, putting his clothes on. I nodded quietly since it wasn't a new thing to unfold. The Alpha family never acknowledged me from the beginning. A human wife for their Alpha Son, that was degrading and disgraceful for Alpha family. But nobody could do anything about it since it was solely his decision. "Then—" I clutched the edge of the blanket, gathering all the strength I had inside me, "Can I leave the house tomorrow!? I have something to do in the Valkyrie Pack!" He was reading the invitation card. The moment my words left my lips, his eyes darted to me with an immediate reaction, "What do you have to do with Pack Valkyrie?" He sounded sarcastic as if he was mocking me. But I didn't have the right to retort, "My Mother's Cousin resides there. So I would like to meet her. She has been sick for a while!" "Is she a human too?" His voice turned cold with a distinct sarcasm and in disdain, "I mean it must be a genetic disorder. A human child from two Betas!" I couldn't say anything in return because it was against the rules. He didn't care much about my emotions. Not even when he humiliated me because I was a human, "Am I allowed to go or—" My words cut off by his phone ringing. He narrowed his eyes before receiving the call in front of me. However, the moment he pressed his phone against his ear, his eyes lit up. "She is back?" For the first time in my three years of marriage, I heard his warm voice. He took a glance at me dismissively before heading towards the door. "I will be downstairs." I followed him to the stairs as I was supposed to prepare something to eat. However, my body froze when I noticed a figure walking inside the house. My chest tightened with that uncomfortable emotions stir inside my heart. I was supposed not to feel that way, but tears seemed to have forgotten the rules we were supposed to obey. Her dazzling ginger red hair and that nude red lipstick that I was forced to wear all day, screamed at me that the marriage was going to be invalid within three weeks. And... she was nothing like me. She was another level of beauty. Evelyn Graham, my husband's first love and the owner of the position I was securing as a placeholder has returned. " I want you to stay in your room. Don't come out or she'll get upset!" My feet were still on the first staircase when Alessandro turned around and looked at me with that usual cold and distant gaze. He didn't hide the fact that he was getting annoyed with my present within a few seconds of her arrival.. My eyes widened with a pang of sadness washing over my chest. It didn't take a long minute for him to discard me as a nuisance the moment that woman walked in. But even a second of reconsideration. I nodded quietly like an obedient person. It was part of my contract. Although it hurt my feelings and my ego, finally at least I was going to get free from this fake life. However when I watched his expression shifting to something warm, when his scent felt so good and calming and that broad back started getting distanced, I realized that I was feeling something inside that I was supposed not to. Something greedy, something that would be considered as a sin, a crime against the foundations of our relationship. A violation that could cause me something worse than just money. Yet, I wanted to hold that firm hand and told him that... Let her go and stay with me forever. But I couldn't. I was a placeholder who had given everything in exchange for the money. And he was the man who had been waiting for that woman who looked absolutely gorgeous yet... far more distance than he thought he was.I walked inside my bedroom with slow and painful steps. Feeling restlessness and anxiety, I took out a small piece of jewelry, our wedding ring. I wasn't allowed to put it on in front of him. Because this ring was identical to the original he bought for Evelyn. My chest felt tightened with each second passing by. I couldn't imagine what he was doing. Did he hug her? Kiss her? Tell her that he missed her? It was normal since he had been waiting for her. However... Why does it hurt so much? In certain ways, I was the one to blame that I broke the third rule by falling in love with him. The most important rule of the contract... Never fall in love with each other. But why is Evelyn back? Why now? That question lingered. Evelyn was supposed to be married to a Beta in another Pack. From Butler and others I learnt that she was the one who suddenly broke up with Alessandro and decided to marry someone else with no explanation. Since he didn't get closure, he thought his fated
While butler was helping me to gather my things, I put off the eye lens. My natural eyes that I had been hiding since I was a kid finally got exposed in front of the butler. A soft gasped echoed in the room. I turned towards Butler's direction when Butler approached me a bit closely. " Miss. Are those your real eyes?" He sounded like he saw something unimaginable. His mouth was opened with mixed emotions. My face turned pale. Usually I didn't let anyone see my eyes. They're the rarest. Usually Blue, Golden and Brown eyes are common here. Alessandro's eye color was magical. When his color changed like the season. His eyes stayed brownish golden when he was calm. But when he got excited or angry, his eyes turned Golden like a Burning flame. " Oh! Yeah. Are they weird? Sorry. I got it from my mother. A drop of blue in the center of silver eyes. I don't like them actually!" I chuckled while checking my eyes. Those eyes that made my life hell. I put the dark brown lenses on my
I was too shocked to utter a word when Evelyn came towards me and her eyes scanned me as if she was trying to check some products in the mall. Before I could react, her hand reached my neck, removing the strand of hair from my shoulder. " Oh!" She gasped as if she saw something horrifying. Did she notice the hickeys? No. I had already covered them with concealer. " Alessandro!" She turned to Alessandro who had that grim expression. " Luna Simmons said you have been married for three years and still didn't mark your wife? You know this is torture for a wolf. You should mark her!" Her tone was fluffy, adorable but her eyes on me. Maybe I was jealous or her or I didn't like her. But her gaze on me looked like she was looking down on me and happy to see me unmarked. My eyes widened when she rubbed my neck with a smirk on her face and said, " You should mark her, Alessandro. Such a beautiful wife you found in my place!" She was saying one thing but her smile was carrying anot
" Master will find out that you have been cooking for him. What are you going to do?" The Chef, A decent Wolf, Carol asked before passing me the cheese and onion. Since I had been hiding the fact that I cooked his meals, he might recognize. But who cared? I did no longer had to act like her anyway. I smiled, shaking my head as I felt something inside my stomach. I couldn't stand the smell for some reason. " I will cook something that is from the northern fortress. They use more spice than the other regions!" I explained while placing the mozzarella aside. The moment I cracked an egg open, the distinct scent stirred my stomach and my hand immediately reached my mouth. "Ms Scarlet! Are you alright?" She asked, patting my back. " What's wrong?" " I am fine! It's just... I hate the scent of Greasy food!" I tried to laugh but Carol's words caught me off guard. " Miss. Please pardon me if I cross my line. But I have been noticing your diet and your body reaction. Are you by cha
"Make some mango sorbet for her!" Alessandro's voice kept ringing in my head since I started cooking for Evelyn. Even Carl was shocked when Evelyn kept rejecting all the food I cooked for her and kept whining to Alessandro.The entire kitchen counter was filled with unfinished dishes that she didn't even touch once. However, to make her happy, Alessandro kept pestering me to cook for them.The more I stayed near the kitchen, cooking food, the worse my nausea turned.After preparing the sorbet, I walked into the dining room once again. My ankles were hurting after wearing high heels. My time to act like Evelyn had finished, but I forgot to take them off, out of habit."Here is the sorbet!" I placed the bowl on the table, watching Alessandro's warm expression that was only for his first love.It felt like a cliché movie, watching another person's life. However, it was a bit heartbreaking that he would rather wait for her than move on."Finally!" She looked at me, her smirk deepening. "O
My chest tightened, tears fighting to escape. Alessandro's demeanor had changed, turning more ruthless by the second. Evelyn's words had pushed him to the brink. She was clearly flaunting about her mate, clearly unbothered by her actions five years ago. Alessandro got no one but me to vent his frustration. He hadn't been joking when he said he would drag me out if I was pregnant. The coldness in his eyes, the mercilessness in his voice—none of it had been a lie.Slowly, I shut the door behind me and grabbed the pregnancy kit from the counter. My fingers trembled as I stared at it, my mind spiraling with every possibility. If I was pregnant, he would force me to get an abortion. If I wasn't... I would be safe. But deep down, I knew that either way, I was already broken. A part of me desperately wished I was pregnant. A child of my own blood and flesh could be the reason to keep going in this lonely world.But reality was cruel. I decided to check anyway, to find out the truth I was
Evelyn didn't say anything. But her eyes were scanning the entire room like she was here for an inspection. There was something unsettling about her gaze, the way it lingered on things like she was calculating something far beyond my understanding. I didn't want to talk, but I forced myself to ask, my voice barely steady,"Is there anything I can help you with?" I asked, my voice calm and collected, or at least I tried to make it sound that way. Deep down, I was terrified of making a mistake—of doing something that might make Alessandro angry.She turned her head and looked at me with a condescending gaze that sliced straight through my composure. Then, without a word, she walked toward the closet and opened it. No hesitation. No permission.I froze.Earlier when I packed my things, I forgot to lock it. I never imagined someone would invade my personal space so blatantly. My breath caught as I watched her examine the closet—her fingers grazing the fabrics, her eyes thoughtful, almost
Alessandro,“Master,” Butler Carl’s voice rang out, calm yet unusually firm as he stepped into the room.I paused mid-motion, adjusting the cufflinks on my sleeve, and turned to face him. My gaze narrowed instinctively. For the first time in over two decades, Carl avoided my eyes.“What is it?” I asked, reaching for the cologne and spraying it across my shirt.He hesitated, then finally looked up, regret flickering in his usually composed gaze.“It’s about Ms. Scarlet’s punishment... I’m here to ask—no, to request—that you reconsider.”My fingers froze. I set the bottle down. Carl never asked me or requested me for anything. He was fine with everything I had given him. But today, he was ready to ask for Scarlet?“Reconsider?” I repeated slowly, each syllable clipped and cold." Yes. She has been trying her best to play the role of someone else! She doesn't deserve-" “ And She was paid for her role, Carl. She agreed to live like someone else. That wasn’t a favor—it was a contract.”“I
Mauve, "Listen, Mauve! You can't tell anyone that your Dad hurts you, okay? It will ruin his reputation and he will lose his job! You understand, right?" my mother whispered while grabbing a few sourdough bread from the basket."But Mommy! It hurts. Today, Emilia stabbed me with her pen too. Can you say something to her as well?" I asked, my voice shaking, eyes still stinging from earlier tears."No!" she snapped, turning to face me with eyes sharp as needles. "Listen, Mauve. To get stronger, you must endure pain. You aren't allowed to talk about it to anyone. If she hurts you, bite your tongue and suck it up.""But it hurts!" My fingers clutched the tablecloth, small knuckles white from tension."Then let it be! God dammit!" She slammed the basket down so hard the bread tumbled out. "If you can't endure that much pain, then eat some wolfsbane and die!""Miss! We have arrived!"I woke up with a sharp gasp, my heart pounding. The chauffeur’s voice felt like a blade slicing through my
Mauve,I was beyond shocked. No, I was flabbergasted. One moment, I was ready to walk away from this entire mess, from the humiliation, from him—only for Alessandro to stop me. Defend me. Call me his wife.Why?Why would he do that now? Why would the same man who slapped me that morning and ordered me to kneel in front of his lover suddenly protect me from further humiliation?My feet wouldn’t stay still. I paced the length of the room, arms wrapped around myself as questions tore through my mind like wild wind ripping through curtains. Was he trying to guilt me? Manipulate me into staying longer? Was this another tactic in his carefully calculated game?Evelyn’s face flashed in my memory—stunned, wide-eyed, betrayed. He had never disappointed her before. That look on her face meant only one thing.He wanted something.Maybe an extension. Maybe more time before the divorce. Maybe something darker. What if he wanted to reduce me to nothing, to make me Evelyn’s puppet under the illusion
I stood behind the woman. But she couldn't feel my presence at all. If she was a werewolf, she would have noticed my present. At first I was confused by the appearance. Nobody could enter the house without my permission. I almost called her and asked who she was.. But then, Nova walked in, holding a cup of tea, " Ms Scarlet! Your Tea!" I froze. My mind went blank when Mauve turned, her brown eyes, those eyes that I first saw when we first met in that café, moved slightly to Nova. Those long wavy black hair cascaded down her waist, covering half of her face. And... Her appearance... From makeup to her clothes... Everything had been changed. She looked completely different person. No wonder, I couldn't recognize her at the first sight. She was nothing like Evelyn without makeup and hair color. " What's this?" My voice came out sharper than expected. Mauve flinched, almost dropping her tea cup. She hurriedly turned towards me. She couldn't even feel my presence because she was a
Carl’s footsteps had long faded, but his words hadn’t.I stood before the window, watching the cold morning light settle over the grounds. The world looked calm. Rational. I preferred it that way.I wasn’t a man led by feelings. I never had been. Not for Scarlet. Not even for Evelyn.My love for Evelyn had always been about myself—what I wanted, what I remembered. I knew I was hanging onto the past, clinging to something that no longer existed. It kept me sane. Maybe it was cowardice to admit I still had feelings for her, but I wasn’t foolish enough to sacrifice my reputation for a woman who never truly wanted me to begin with.This marriage with Scarlet—it wasn’t built on love. It was a transaction, clean and signed in ink. Scarlet was here to serve a role, and I paid her handsomely for it. Nothing more. No illusions.And yet…There was a difference between someone who helps to heal, and someone who wounds.Carl had stepped far out of line. But the man hadn’t spoken a word beyond dut
Alessandro,“Master,” Butler Carl’s voice rang out, calm yet unusually firm as he stepped into the room.I paused mid-motion, adjusting the cufflinks on my sleeve, and turned to face him. My gaze narrowed instinctively. For the first time in over two decades, Carl avoided my eyes.“What is it?” I asked, reaching for the cologne and spraying it across my shirt.He hesitated, then finally looked up, regret flickering in his usually composed gaze.“It’s about Ms. Scarlet’s punishment... I’m here to ask—no, to request—that you reconsider.”My fingers froze. I set the bottle down. Carl never asked me or requested me for anything. He was fine with everything I had given him. But today, he was ready to ask for Scarlet?“Reconsider?” I repeated slowly, each syllable clipped and cold." Yes. She has been trying her best to play the role of someone else! She doesn't deserve-" “ And She was paid for her role, Carl. She agreed to live like someone else. That wasn’t a favor—it was a contract.”“I
Evelyn didn't say anything. But her eyes were scanning the entire room like she was here for an inspection. There was something unsettling about her gaze, the way it lingered on things like she was calculating something far beyond my understanding. I didn't want to talk, but I forced myself to ask, my voice barely steady,"Is there anything I can help you with?" I asked, my voice calm and collected, or at least I tried to make it sound that way. Deep down, I was terrified of making a mistake—of doing something that might make Alessandro angry.She turned her head and looked at me with a condescending gaze that sliced straight through my composure. Then, without a word, she walked toward the closet and opened it. No hesitation. No permission.I froze.Earlier when I packed my things, I forgot to lock it. I never imagined someone would invade my personal space so blatantly. My breath caught as I watched her examine the closet—her fingers grazing the fabrics, her eyes thoughtful, almost
My chest tightened, tears fighting to escape. Alessandro's demeanor had changed, turning more ruthless by the second. Evelyn's words had pushed him to the brink. She was clearly flaunting about her mate, clearly unbothered by her actions five years ago. Alessandro got no one but me to vent his frustration. He hadn't been joking when he said he would drag me out if I was pregnant. The coldness in his eyes, the mercilessness in his voice—none of it had been a lie.Slowly, I shut the door behind me and grabbed the pregnancy kit from the counter. My fingers trembled as I stared at it, my mind spiraling with every possibility. If I was pregnant, he would force me to get an abortion. If I wasn't... I would be safe. But deep down, I knew that either way, I was already broken. A part of me desperately wished I was pregnant. A child of my own blood and flesh could be the reason to keep going in this lonely world.But reality was cruel. I decided to check anyway, to find out the truth I was
"Make some mango sorbet for her!" Alessandro's voice kept ringing in my head since I started cooking for Evelyn. Even Carl was shocked when Evelyn kept rejecting all the food I cooked for her and kept whining to Alessandro.The entire kitchen counter was filled with unfinished dishes that she didn't even touch once. However, to make her happy, Alessandro kept pestering me to cook for them.The more I stayed near the kitchen, cooking food, the worse my nausea turned.After preparing the sorbet, I walked into the dining room once again. My ankles were hurting after wearing high heels. My time to act like Evelyn had finished, but I forgot to take them off, out of habit."Here is the sorbet!" I placed the bowl on the table, watching Alessandro's warm expression that was only for his first love.It felt like a cliché movie, watching another person's life. However, it was a bit heartbreaking that he would rather wait for her than move on."Finally!" She looked at me, her smirk deepening. "O
" Master will find out that you have been cooking for him. What are you going to do?" The Chef, A decent Wolf, Carol asked before passing me the cheese and onion. Since I had been hiding the fact that I cooked his meals, he might recognize. But who cared? I did no longer had to act like her anyway. I smiled, shaking my head as I felt something inside my stomach. I couldn't stand the smell for some reason. " I will cook something that is from the northern fortress. They use more spice than the other regions!" I explained while placing the mozzarella aside. The moment I cracked an egg open, the distinct scent stirred my stomach and my hand immediately reached my mouth. "Ms Scarlet! Are you alright?" She asked, patting my back. " What's wrong?" " I am fine! It's just... I hate the scent of Greasy food!" I tried to laugh but Carol's words caught me off guard. " Miss. Please pardon me if I cross my line. But I have been noticing your diet and your body reaction. Are you by cha