Marred by his Betrayal

SARAHI can recall every moment I dreamt of this happening. Every nightmare haunted me with this possibility but I would wake and he would kiss those fears away. I had dreamt of it but my dreams hadn’t prepared me; it was worse.He was my nightmare, in the flesh, staring down at me.****I followed Ryder straight to his study. My heart beat painfully against my chest as I slammed the door shut behind me.“What was that you displayed in the hall, Ryder?” I asked breathlessly, exhausted not from walking too fast but holding back my emotions.“Exactly what it seemed to you.” He spoke, standing behind his mahogany desk, his hands jammed into his pants. “You’re to vacate this house. I’ve set up plans for you in the city with Trevor. He will see to it that you are settled in nicely.”I stared at my mate in shock, with no words to express my disbelief. “Ryder...” I called softly.No response.“Ryder!” I repeated, my voice a notch higher as I walked towards him. “If this is a joke, this is th

RYDERSleep eluded me tonight. I pulled the covers aside and stood up. The thought of Sarah occupied my mind. I knew she was excited to celebrate the anniversary with friends but I had made other plans.The anniversary party had been the perfect place to execute them. It was like killing two birds with a stone; denounce Sarah as my mate and introduce Alexis to the world as my Luna. I have held up my path of the deal, now it's time for them to do the same.It was supposed to buy me time to strategize, knowing Sarah was tucked in somewhere safe. I had planned everything perfectly with the help of my beta, Trevor. Now, everything has been destroyed before it even began.I had met Alexis at a business meeting. She had stood in her father's stead, Regan Blackwood(Alpha of the Blackwood pack). They have been pushing to merge with my company, SC Enterprise (Stormclaw).Alexis was meant to be a one-night stand. The sex had been incredible. Better than I had imagined. All that perfect skin a

Sarah My eyes fluttered open, greeted by the bright light from a window. Still woozy from the sedatives packed in my system, I tried to recollect the events of the past hour. Then, like a cruel punch, the memories came flooding back—the argument, the push, the unbearable pain. I struggled to sit up but my body protested against every movement. The door to the room swung open and the doctor walked in, closely followed by a woman. “Ms Willow,” his voice sounded cherry, a bit too cheery. “I'm Dr. Adian. I'm glad to see you awake. The sedatives are beginning to wear off. How are you feeling?” “Better,” I lied. Partially. “That's good.” I watched as he whispered to the nurse. I sat perfectly still, like a statue, dredging to ask the question that plagued me. He pulled me out of my misery. “Ms Willow, we have good and bad news. The good is you've sustained nothing major, just a slight concussion. And the bad news is we couldn't save your baby. The fall was fatal—” His voice faded

Ryder “Have you gotten the call from Regan?” I spoke as my fingers tapped on the mahogany desk in my office. “Not yet. I haven't been able to get through to him. My calls are always been redirected to his secretary.” Trevor spoke without taking his eyes off the stack of papers in his hand. “I'll keep trying. You have nothing to worry about.” I turned my gaze at Trevor, baffled and annoyed at how calm and collected he was at the moment. He raised his eyes and caught my glaring eyes. “All I'm trying to do right now is to make sure you're calm and not worked up. You wouldn't want to make hasty decisions right now because you feel backed into a corner. He might just be testing you, to see if you would crack.” Trevor was right. I needed to think not react. I looked across my office. It was situated on the topmost floor of the SC Atlantic Enterprise building. The windows were large, giving me a massive view of my city. I slumped into my chair, feeling drained before the day start

Sarah My eyes widen, taken aback by his reaction. Lucas was known across the realm for his ruthlessness. But he has never raised his voice at me. Not once. “What does it look like?” I said, still shocked by how fast he switched up. “I was returning the gesture.” He arched his brow. “Which I find very strange. You would never welcome me with open hands. Not you, Sarah.” Lucas wasn't entirely wrong; I had my selfish reasons. If he thinks that I was playing along—which I was doing, willingly—he wouldn't be so anxious to spy on me. Nevertheless, kissing him hadn't been as bad as I’d imagined and I might be tempted to try again. No, I wouldn't. It might send the wrong signals and make things between us uncomfortable. I knew what I was doing being flirtatious over the phone but right now, I have taken things too far. “You're right,” I chided myself. “That's unlike me. Do you need me to apologize?” “No. Never.” His eyes had lost their hardness when they settled on me again.