CHAPTER FOUR

Amelie pov

What the hell

I jerked backward to comprehend the sight. It wasn't a dream this time. It was real. Damn real. I had suspicions about the time they spent in each other's company but I never thought it would result to fucking.

My thoughts flew back to the lady I saw at the entrance. I had thought her to be Arla but that was her sister, Sonia.

And Arla was right before my eyes. With her back on the desk, her legs spread wide open as the man I called mate continued to ride in between. Books littered the entire floor and I guess they must have been shoved from the table during the whole thing.

My eyes were teary.  Arla continued to moan. My mate groaned each time he slid his shaft into her. But what surprised me was the way they kissed.

Passion

That's the one word that would describe what I saw. And for a while, I wondered if he ever felt anything towards me.

Arla moaned louder when he increased the speed of thrust. My feet could barely hold my body. The way he kissed her lips every time he went in… damn. This happened often, but unknown to me the entire time.

"You bastard!" I cursed.  

To see the bitch in a lady, you just have to be there when they find their mate banging another lady, and that was the birch I became at that moment.

But what pissed me off was that my presence didn't make a difference. Although I yelled but he kept thrusting the whole time and that is another thing entirely.

Yes. I couldn't be pregnant and I take responsibility for that. Yes, I was offered to him at a cheap price. And yes, he has been avoiding me. But I was not about to take the shame of a cheating mate before my eyes.

I pulled out one of my shoes and aimed at the man that wouldn't stop groaning. But I missed the target. My eyes scanned and quickly saw a book which I aimed at a second time. And I didn't miss this time. It went straight to his face.

His eyes, with a deep sense of gold, shot at me and I shiver. He combed his hair, containing the last wave of pleasure after emptying himself.

"We have an intruder," he mocked, dropping a kiss on her lips.

Arla found her seat on the desk. "Huh, really, I was enjoying the whole thing. Of course she could come join us. That would be nice you know," she threw a smiling face at me.

Since she had a talent for such words, I wouldn't be bothered with her. My problem was him, who stood naked with some liquid dripping down his shiny rod. He couldn't be bothered with some decency.

My teary eye could not hold it this time. A girl like me needed to cry, not just for the sight before me, but for all that led to this moment, my present condition. I thought things would only get better.

But I was wrong. Damn wrong.

"Don't cry, no need for that!" Arla mocked, rubbing his back.

My eyes picked a few goosebumps on his skin. He was enjoying the damn thing. But why shouldn't he enjoy it? He just finished making it out with her. Besides, he no longer saw me as attractive as before.

"Why?"  my voice stuttered. The tears were now a pool beneath my feet.

Not a word.

He said nothing. My eyes followed as he now deemed it fit to put his pants back on. Arla, on the other hand, gave a smile.

Like I said earlier, my torture brought her pleasure and I bet she had something to do with my sudden disappearance three weeks ago. She lay halfway, with palm on the chin and her elbow resting on the desk as support. She continued with her wicked smile.

Like I told you, she was no concern of mine. I wasn't there to see her. And her  smile, although sinister and painful, was of no use to me. But my mate, the man who saw no problem with making out with another woman, was the issue before me.

"Why?" I demanded.

Not a word again.

Arla shot him a stare. Like she wanted him to say something but no word came from him. He pulled his trousers up and slumped his muscles into a shirt.

"You think I don't know who you are, Huh, you think we don't know your fucking details?" Arla barked.

His silence was even more damaging. He shot a stare at Arla, then returned his eyes to me. He still didn't say a word. Maybe he needed to see the bitch he had for me.

Well, I was no longer his mate at that moment since he kept banging her in my presence.

My hands found the water-filled glass sitting on a stand by the left. Something he always loved to observe. The tiny fishes remind him of how fleeting most things are. It shattered into a thousand pieces, leaving the whole floor slippery when I pulled it to the ground.

But the bitch in me was not done yet.

"What the hell! Are you crazy!" he growled, but that meant nothing to the angry bitch who was busy scanning and looking for another damage to cause.

My hands reached for the carefully arranged bookshelf. I shoved the entire books to the wet floor but before I could reach the other shelf, a hand grabbed my neck. I wriggled my legs in the air for a few seconds. I gasped for breath when my back got slammed on the desk. My throat choked when his fingers tightened further. I caught a glimpse of a smile on Arla's face as I suffered beneath the grip.

My sight became blurry and life now appeared to leave my body.

What to do?

"Artemis," I choked.

My ears picked some faint snicker in the background.

But nothing changed.

The fingers squeezed further and at that moment I knew there was no escape. The moon goddess wouldn't see me out of this one but I managed to whisper her name.

Athena.

I struggled and wriggled on the table.

But no.

The grip was too firm for me to withstand and when I couldn't feel my wolf a few seconds later, death stared before my eyes.