2

FEYRE

I went back to the kitchen and joined the other servants to prepare the ingredients for lunch.

"Feyre, come here please," Anna had entered the kitchen.

I went to meet her. I tried to maintain eye contact with her, but I was an omega and my body betrayed me; I looked down.

"I need you to help me get things for the trip."

"Okay, ma'am. What do you need?" I asked.

She handed me a list. "Just the things on the list."

I looked at the list; my eyes stopped on an item: Merrygold.

She blushed lightly. "I forgot to get some from the healers. Help me get some, okay?"

"Yes, ma'am," I answered.

She smiled and left.

I couldn't even hate her; she was a nice person. Unlike the other werewolves who treated omegas like we were nothing, she was always nice to me.

I went out to get the things she wanted. When I got to the healers, I was given the Merrygold; it had already been processed into powder form.

Merrygold was an herb that would make a male werewolf unable to impregnate any woman he slept with for twenty-four hours after taking it.

The first time I had slept with Grant, I was nineteen and it was my birthday.

He had given me leftovers from his dinner. I had been happy because, as an omega, I didn't have access to such delicacies.

He hadn't taken merrygold or even offered to take it. He had instead given me rosegold, the contraceptive for female werewolves, which gave me nausea and headaches.

Now, with Anna, he was going to take it willingly.

It was really clear to me now that all I was to him was his bedmate who had to sneak in and out of his bed.

I went back to the pack house and handed her the items.

"Thank you," she said with a smile as she took the bag which contained the items from me.

"Grant, everything is ready for the trip," she turned around to tell him.

He came close to her, a doting smile on his face. He had never looked at me like that before.

He touched her and she shivered a little. "Are you cold? Feyre, lock the windows," he ordered me.

I went to close the windows. When I looked back, he was putting his jacket around her.

"Alpha, may I be excused?" I asked politely, willing my eyes not to fill with tears.

"Anna, do you need her to help you with anything?"

"No, I am fine. She can go."

He made a dismissive gesture with his hand. With my head lowered, I left the room.

The next morning, I received a reply to the text I had sent to Alpha Ryder.

My offer is still open. Come to my pack in eight days' time so we can discuss further details. Meet me at the pack house by 8 p.m.

I immediately deleted the text. It wasn't in my best interest for anybody to read that text, not when Alpha Ryder and Grant were bitter enemies.

I dressed up quickly. I had to drive Grant and Anna to the pack boundary.

I prayed to the goddess for strength to get through today.

"Don't you think we should go with some guards?" Anna asked as she snuggled into him.

"Anna, I am the Alpha of this pack. We will be driving through our forests and through other packs as well. No one would be stupid enough to attack us," he comforted her.

I rolled my eyes. He could have simply asked the guards to come with them, but instead he asked me because he wanted to prove a point. Well, his point was being received well by me.

"Okay, let's go," he said. He didn't even have the decency to look at me.

I grunted as I carried the bags to the car. Although werewolves were powerful, I was an omega; carrying the heavy bags was taking a toll on me physically.

"Feyre, can you carry the bags alone? They are quite heavy. Let me help," she came closer to me and reached out to take a bag.

"Anna, she can carry the bags herself. That's her duty," Grant pulled her away.

Anna gave me a smile as Grant pulled her away.

I sighed. I couldn't even hate her. She was really nice. If she became the next Luna, I could tell she would be great at it.

I put the bags in the car and opened the car door so they could get in. I closed the door and got into the driver's seat and started to drive.

We drove through the forest. I watched enviously through the mirror as he whispered in her ear and kissed her.

He had never done this for me; he even made it a point to avoid eye contact with me in public.

"Feyre, are you tired?" Anna leaned forward to ask me.

"I am fine, ma'am," I assured her.

I felt something sinister in the air. Something wasn't right.

"Alpha Grant, I think something is wrong," I spoke out.

"Stop being lazy and drive, Feyre," he replied.

And then there were squeaks as cars suddenly blocked us and we were surrounded.

They came down from the car and banged on the car windows for us to come down.

They were rogue wolves; I could smell it on them.

"Grant!" Anna screamed.

He immediately shielded her with his body while I was in the driver's seat alone.

"I am Grant, Alpha of Silvermoon pack. If you leave now, I can consider sparing your life," he threatened.

They ignored him and kept snarling, surrounding the car. One of them punched the window and I screamed as the glass shattered.

"Let's get down," Grant said.

"I am scared," Anna said. Grant held her.

"Everything will be fine. Trust me."

He didn't even spare a glance at me as he helped her out of the car.

My door was ripped off and I was forced out of the car.

His bones twisted as he shifted to his wolf form.

Still, he stood in front of Anna.

Anna was a strong werewolf who could defend herself; I was just an omega. Shouldn't he even show a little concern?

But it seemed I wasn't even there. A fierce fight started. Anna even shifted to her wolf form.

I quivered in a corner. I hated this; I hated feeling this way, feeling useless.

A werewolf noticed me and came towards me. I shifted back.

More of them noticed and were heading towards me.

"Grant, please help!" I screamed.

Grant had shifted back to his human form and had sneaked into the car with Anna and was quickly driving away.

"Grant, please, don't leave!" I screamed.

My eyes closed as I felt fear envelope me. This was the exact way I had felt all those years when Gia and her friends had bullied me.

Then, Grant had saved me; now he was leaving me.

Maybe it would be better if I died, I thought to myself.