Pregnant, I Forfeited My Alpha For His Ex

Wella's POV

“Ava is back, but you made Wella your Luna. What now?”

“It won’t be a problem. Wella knows her place.”

“She was not the one I was worried about...”

That was the conversation between my dear husband and his beta. He asked me to pick him up at his club, only for me to hear this before I could even push open the door. I ran like the coward I was, and he never asked me why I didn’t show up that night.

Just like that, Alexander single-sidedly ended our three-year-long of a marriage.

Alexander loved Ava. Everybody knew that. He was the Alpha’s heir and she the beta’s daughter. They grew up together knowing they were to be married whether she was his fated or not.

Literally.

Alexander found out that I was his fated mate, and he rejected me on that very night. He wanted Ava for himself, and he never lied about that.

Who was I, an orphan adopted and raised by an omega, to expect anything different?

The only reason why he even knew me, was because my adopted mother worked in the Alpha’s house. So, technically I also grew up with him and Ava, but we weren’t living in the same world.

I accepted his rejection, prepared the Alpha’s house for the long dued wedding for him and his beloved, and life was going to go on peacefully like that. I would haved lived on as if I was never mated to him, and waited for him to take over the Alpha’s title and appoint me a mate.

I CAN choose to serve as a maid in the Alpha House, but that’s to be a virgin for life. It was a great honor for Omegas, giving yourself to the Alpha. And some of them do, according to rumors.

But I wanted a mate. I knew that all along. Mom always mumbled to me about how much she regreted choosing to serve, about how she wanted a baby of her own. That was a big reason why she adopted me.

That wasn’t why I wanted a mate though. Not for a baby. I wanted a man for myself, a mate who would love me, who I could love, who would share their life with me and along with the joy and sorrow and everything life has to offer.

I wanted to live, even just as an Omega. Even if I was meant to not be wanted, and can only be seleted by the most unwanted when I turned old and passed the boom of my best age, I would still want a chance at that.

At the sweet taste of love.

I would have, if the “incident” three years ago didn’t happen.

But it did.

Alexander lost his legs, Ava left the pack, and I became his Luna.

Mother never wanted that. She said Alexander would be my doom. He was way out of my league, like the sun to a moth. He would burn me before I could even reach him.

But how could a moth resist the lure of flame?

I didn’t even enter the dream thinking I could ever get his love, I married him to take care of him. But he allowed me to dream. He indulged my greed to grow with every kiss he gave me, and every gaze he befell upon my eyes. He spoiled me so much for so long that I put my guard down and actually believed the dream to be true.

But I forgot. I forgot that he never said the word “love”. Not even once.

He was waiting for her, how could I not know. How could I be so wide eyed to ever expect anything different?

“Why did you disappear after dinner?”

Alexander enters my room, scaring me to jump out of the bed. He never knocked. Why would he? He owns the whole house. I bear the Luna’s title, but I was never seen as one.

“I was having a headache,” I lower my eyes to lie. If he had seen mine, he would have found whine in them.

He didn’t come home that night when Ava came back to the pack. He hadn’t been for a whole week as if I didn’t exist, but then he came home, and demanded why I disappeared after dinner.

But I couldn’t let him see. Who am I to whine, when her husband took his ex, the love of his life, back home for a simple dinner?

He taps my chin up and looks directly into my eyes. My heart drums frantically. I was never a good liar, and he could easily see through me.

But he lets me off the hook easily today, “You have been feeling ill a lot recently. Have you gotten the body check like I told you to?”

“Last week. The official result hasn’t come out yet, but the doctor said there wasn’t much to worry about.” I let out a relieved breath, settling back to bed.

“Good,” Alexander nods, but instead of letting me go, he stands up and reaches out a hand to me, “Now come down with me to send off our guest. Ava was worried that you went in hiding because you didn’t like having her here.”

My legs are half way under the cover. I freeze awkwardly, feeling my ears burning hot like I just took a slap.

He didn’t come because he missed me. He came because his precious Ava was upset at me.

What’s there for HER to be upset about? I sat through the dinner watching her batting her eyelashes at my husband with a proper smile, didn’t I? Did they really need an audience when they squeezed together like the sofa weren’t two meters wide with most of it empty?

“I really don’t feel well--”

“Get down there in a minute,” Alexander pulls his hand back with an impatient tone, “I can tolerate some cute little tantrum, but know when to stop.”

He slams the door behind him, leaving my head buzzing and my limbs cold. Tears brim out of me but I don’t have time to take care of it. I have to put on a smile and hurry down for his beloved.

I tries to ignore the heartache for a week, but it finally catches up.

Mom was right. He would be my doom. I thought she meant the nasty things people said about an delusional omega taking the advantage of an Alpha’s injury. I thought she meant all the mental and physical damage Alexander left on me.

I was wrong.

He hurt me the most simply by giving me the illusion of love, only to take it back after I fell for it.