Chapter 1

Thalassa's POV 

FUCKING SIX LONG HOURS!!!

It's been six hours of practice at the rink and I couldn't be more exhausted. My feet ache from the canvas I had strapped on all day. My palms are stiff from the ice hockey stick I had clutched tightly. But then, it doesn't matter because ice hockey is everything to me and even if I can't play in public—I enjoyed playing in private.

Tomorrow, the Silverhart College Women Ice hockey team are traveling out of the pack for a pre-season and I'm helping the team to train. 

A smile curled up my lips as I stared at the anniversary gifts and red velvet cake, I had gotten for my husband, Lucien Cross—the Beta of the Silverhart Pack. Three years of marriage and it's still seemed like yesterday; the feeling of being in love and loved is still as amazing as ever. I could still remember when he proposed to me on my nineteenth birthday after a year that we discovered that we were mates. I was still in the first year of college and now… in my finals, I had never regretted it for a day.

In my hands, my phone beeped, flashing Sierra—my Coach and best friend. I sighed in frustration because I could already sense the reason why she was calling. I hesitated but eventually answered the call; she wasn't someone I could ignore.

“Hello, Sierra.“

“Lassa… I'm asking you again, please go with us to this pre-season. Having the Queen of ice—that was my nickname because I'm a prodigy on the ice—playing alongside with us would boost the team's confident.“

I pinched the bridge between my nose. “Sierra, I can't. My answers remain the same. I think I have done the most important part which is prepping the team up for the game.“

“I know, but—”

“There are no buts, Sierra,” I cut in sharply. “I wish the team success. Enjoy the rest of your evening.“ I ended the call before she could say more.

My chest tightened. I desperately wanted to play but I couldn't. I breathed in and out, shove the thoughts out of my mind and focused on how the evening would go in a romantic and celebratory mood because why not… it's our anniversary!

Minutes later, the driver pulled into the mansion and bowed. “We are here, my Lady,” he announced.

“Thanks Abel.“ 

I reached for the cake and gifts bags, stepped out of the car and started walking towards the door.

“Good evening, my lady,” the maids and guards echoed.

I waved at them with a tired smile.

“Let me help you, my Lady,” Amanda—my personal maid said, offering to carry to cake and gifts.

“Don't worry, it's for my husband and I don't want it tampered with.“

Amanda managed a tight smile that made me feel uneasy but not now… I'm too tired to be bothered.

Inside the grand living room, I dropped the cake and gifts on the dinning. Then turned towards the stairs. “Babe,” I called excitedly. “Babe. Where are you?“

No response; just cold suffocating silence.

Then I started walking towards our room and in the hallway, I heard it. The faint but unmistakable sound of moans. 

I froze. My chest slammed against my ribs cage. My body trembled violently. I shoke my head, trying to deny whatever I heard—whatever scene was unfolding behind that door. No… no, this can't be happening. 

I glanced around—hoping that maybe—just maybe, I entered the wrong mansion but the ornate doors and the oil painted wolves on the wall with dripping jaw proved to me that I was in the right place.

At first, I thought of turning back… but then, the desire to know the truth pushed me forward. The door was left ajar and when I dared peeped… I saw him.

My husband of three years was naked and relaxed back on the couch, head thrown up and his hands were fisted into a woman's hair. She was kneeling in front of him and had his cock in her mouth.

Cock in her mouth?

How?

Why?

I had never seen something like this before in my entire life.

My vision blurred with tears. My leg buckled but I quickly held onto the doorknob to steady myself.

“Oh, fuck,” he growled out in pleasure. “You take me so well. That my boring wife can never be compared to you.“

The lady raised her head and my hand flew to my mouth to muffle the screams threatening to spill out.

Talia.

My elder sister.

She smiled through the cum and saliva dripping down her jaw. “You think I'm better than her?“ 

“Of course, baby,” Lucien snarled. “Had it been I knew you were this amazing… I would have married you instead.“

The words slit through my chest. 

I couldn't take it anymore, so I burst into the room. “You bastards!“ I cursed, rage burning through my veins. “How could you both do this to me?!“

Lucien jumped to his feet, shoving Talia away in the process. His expression was filled with fear and regrets. “It's not what you think, Thalassa.“

“So what is it?“ I snapped back. “Is there any explanation to the fact that you're fucking my sister in our matrimonial room and on our anniversary?!“

“Well… I was thinking that—” he stammered.

Talia lips curled into a menacing smile as she licked the cum on her lips as if she had just tasted the most delicious juice ever. She stood up and placed a hand on Lucien's shoulders. “Don't you think it's high time we let her know about us?“

And that was it.

The fear and regrets in Lucien's eyes disappeared quickly. His hands wrapped around Talia's waist possessively. “I think it's high time, baby. It's difficult to keep hiding.“ Then he faced me with a cold expression. “Talia and I have been together for six months now and she is carrying my baby.“

The words roared in my ears with an intensity that seemed like it would rip my eardrums apart. My lips trembled. This wasn't the first time? Six months…. those impromptu travels to attend to pack matters, those late nights calls and the unfamiliar perfume in his shirts—were all evidence of when he broke our vows… our bonds. 

But how come I never felt anything through the mate bond?

And even now… my wolf is just silent as if she can't even see her mate's betrayal.

“You can't— be—serious! She can't be pregnant, right?!“

“Of course… I am,” Talia purred, her voice dripping with mockery. She rubbed her still flat belly. “I'm fertile… unlike somebody.“

In the past three years of our marriage, I have never been pregnant and Talia shouldn't be pregnant for Lucien either. Or could I have been wrong?

Lucien has never complained about our childlessness. Most times, he'd be the one to protect me from his family and pack members who think I purposely didn't want to get pregnant because of my studies and hockey.

Tears ran down my cheeks. “Why would you do this to me?“ I asked, my voice trembling with thick sadness. “You loved me so much, right? You proposed to me because you couldn't wait to spend forever with me even though people said we were too young to get married. You promised to love and protect me forever. I did everything—everything for you, Lucien. I gave up my career for you. I dimmed my light, just so you could shine on as my mate and husband… and is this how you repay me back?“

Lucien smirked. “You did it because you were stupidly in love with me, did I ever force you to?“

Stupidly in love?

My heart clenched so painfully that it was so difficult to breathe.

“I thought you love me too… so what changed?“ I choked out.

“Hmmmm… of course I did,” he said casually like he was just discussing pack matters. “But you've becoming boring and I needed a pup. Talia gives me everything I need. Wild sex and she is pregnant—something you failed to do in three years, she did in six months of us being together. Maybe you can learn from her.“

Was that how fast feelings changed overnight?

“And you Talia… why would you betray the siblings bond between us?“