Chapter Two

Susanna's POV

It took a moment for his words to register.

Fiona was pregnant for him? They'd been doing it for so long. Clearly, it didn't take a day to decide to have a baby and divorce your wife!

I wanted to scream out my lungs. This was simply unfair! How could he discard me this way after four good years of my dedication to him? How could he discard our matebond so easily?

I had always put him first in everything, even if I had to sacrifice myself. But in the end, I was the fool, the barren woman who was used to pass time.

I didn't even know if I should laugh or cry. Really, it still felt like a nightmare, but I'd be damned to beg a cheating man to take me back.

No! I won't give them both the satisfaction of tearing me apart.

"If that is what you want, then so be it!" Ice glittered in my words.

For a split second, surprise flashed beneath Derek's gaze. Even Fiona looked taken aback. They hadn't seen that coming. They must have expected me to go down on my knees and beg.

Derek soon collected himself calmly. "I, Derek Heathrow, reject you, Susanna Jean as my fated mate and Luna."

"I, Susanna Jean, accept your rejection! Never to be mated to a shameless cheating bastard like you!"

Pain reared my insides, pulling my heart apart, but I held it all in and kept my expression blank before walking out of the room.

"The divorce papers are in your room. Sign them immediately!" Derek called after me.

As entered my room, tears spilled down my face. True enough, the divorce papers were on my dressing table.

Both of them had long since planned this out, probably even before I traveled.

How did I even end up with such cruel and shameless people? I shouldn't cry for them. No! I really shouldn't.

If Derek wanted me out of his life, then I would do so. I would go out of this pack, but he would surely regret pushing me to an edge.

It was a promise!

I quickly signed the divorce papers and began packing my clothes into my luggage box. Once I was done, I started towards the door, but it pushed open.

Fiona!

Wicked amusement flashed across her features.

"So, tell me, Susanna Jean," she started with a sneer. "How does it feel to be backstabbed?"

My jaws tightened. "Get out of my way, you shameless slut!"

She burst into a derisive peal of laughter .

"That look on your face is to die for. You have no idea how long I have been waiting for the day you would feel the pains of what you did to me back at college!"

Confusion mixed with anger slammed my brains.

"What the hell do you mean?"

She scoffed. "Stop playing the victim! You thought I didn't know? You had your father revoke my admission on the basis of cheating!"

My frown deepened. "You're out of your mind! What would I gain from having your admission revoked?"

"Don't give me that, you bitch! You were the only person I ever told that I cheated. Don't even deny it cause I heard everything from your loser of a father before he took his last breath!"

My brain reeled. "His last breath!" Those words echoed endlessly in my ears. What did she mean by that?

Before I could stop myself, I lunged at her and grabbed her clothes. "Are you saying you were there when my father died?"

Something icy and evil flickered in her gaze. "Well, you can find that out by yourself."

My rage ignited in me like a fiery furnace. "You psycho bitch!" I screamed. "How can you even call yourself a person?"

I swallowed hard. "You definitely said you weren't around at the time of his death. When have you ever said the truth? Did you also lie about being chased out of the pack?"

"Of course, I did" She mocked, then lowered her voice. "Don't tell me you actually believed it?"

"I had it all planned out with the pack elders. You worked your ass off by making the Darkmoon pack the best werewolf pack, so the elders became interested in gaining control. Since I had a grudge against you, I was chosen to get the job done."

Her words hit differently this time. How could I have been friends with someone as malicious as this?

My gaze hardened. "Did you actually think I would let you go scot-free after killing my father and chasing me out of my home?"

She smirked. "What can you do? You've been dethroned and I'll soon be crowned as Luna."

"You're right." I clenched my jaws. "Wear your Luna crown now while you can, because I'll come back for it very soon. Not just the useless crown, but for you and everyone of you that had a hand in my father's death."

"I'll make you regret ever messing with me. So, brace yourself, Fiona!"

I didn't even give her enough time to assimilate my words before shoving her aside and stepping out of the room.

****

Alcohol wasn't going to wash off my pain forever but I needed something strong to keep my mind off Derek and Fiona's betrayal.

Another thing was the fact that people here are too focused on drinks to recognize me.

Dusk had fallen outside so there was no way I could leave the pack now. I would have to stay the night at a small hotel just a stone throw from this bar then travel tomorrow.

I had already had too much to drink and if care wasn't taken, I might just black out right at this counter.

I made for the door, but soon bumped into a strong wall of muscles.

"I'm so sorry." The thick masculine voice made something hum in my blood.

I looked up only to find myself staring into the most enchanting amber eyes. I couldn't really tell if it was the alcohol but this man was so handsome I could scream.

From his tousled brown hair to his abs and pectorals that I could make out through his plaid shirt, he was simply the human equivalent of "sex on a beach"

Even his red lips that were drawn into a sexy thin line— that I should have no business noticing. Oh moon goddess help me, I really shouldn't have noticed that cause I was still suffering from heartache.

But fuck! Those lips looked like they screamed of nothing but sex.

What is wrong with me?

Trust me, I'm usually not like this but my wolf is going wild in my head and I couldn't place a finger on what exactly about this man made her this way.

"Are you okay?"

The man's voice cut into my thoughts and it wasn't until then that I realized I had been ogling him.

"Uhm, yes— yes." I stuttered like a fool.

"I'm sorry I made you wet. Can I take you up to my room?" He asked.

My mind emptied.

"What?" I blurted, eyes wide open.

He breathed a laugh before pointing at my dress. "Well, your dress is soaked with wine. I was thinking you could use one of my clothes."

A wave of relief washed through me. Shit! What was I thinking? This alcohol was messing with my brain so badly.

I shrugged. "There's no big deal. My hotel is just—"

"No." He insisted. "I'll just get a shirt from upstairs now."

Before I could protest, he was gone up the stairs. And now, it would be unladylike to just leave— or maybe not.

Either way, I could really use a companion tonight.

Suddenly, cold rough hands clamped over my neck and before I could scream, a scented handkerchief was pressed against my nose.

The scent choked me and without warning, knocked out my consciousness.

When I came around again, the sun had risen and I was in a dilapidated store house. Panic gripped me as I struggled to my feet only to step on a long iron rod.

My stomach twisted.

"What in hell's name am I doing with the crowning staff?" I asked no one in particular.

I needed no prophet to tell me this was one of Fiona's dirty tricks. She had sent people to kidnap yesterday and now she was trying to frame me for goddess knows what.

Before I could make it through the door, several burly looking men who I immediately recognized as palace guards blocked my path, then seized me like a thief.

"What do you think you're doing?" I yelled.

"And what did you think you were doing when you tried to commit treason?" Derek's cold voice sounded behind them.