Betrayal’s Bitter Pill

Morganna's Pov

The pit in my stomach deepens.

What?!

Babe?!

She must have had a slip of the tongue.

I expect Ryker to glare at her like he always does and tell her she is mistaken, but instead, he smiles. A smile he has never given me.

“Yes!” he replies firmly. “We did it, my love.”

My love?!

I part my lips to ask questions about those phrases, but the words die in my mouth when Delilah steps closer to him, grips the back of his head, and presses her lips to his. Ryker’s hands drift down and he squeezes her ass roughly.

It feels like a bucket of cold water is emptied over my head. I blink several times, hoping, praying that the scene unfolding before me is a nightmare, but painfully, it isn’t. I even pinch myself but the pain registers.

“W—what is happening here?” I stammer, my body trembling more than it did earlier when I was bringing the Alpha his poisoned drink.

They pull back, their dark and condescending gazes landing on me. “Nothing,” Ryker says coolly. “Other than the fact that your job is done here. Thank you, Mor. For being a pathetic fool until the very end.”

“W—what do you mean?” I choke out.

“Oh… you still don’t get it?” Delilah starts circling around me like a predator. “You are just a pawn, Morganna. A pawn to get rid of that old man so that my baby can become the club president and the Alpha of the pack.”

I can’t say a word this time; I just watch them with wide eyes.

“Yes, Mor.” That nickname I always thought was cute now burns into my chest. “Oh… what were you thinking? You think I, Alpha heir of the Darkspire Pack, was going to stoop so low by marrying you? A pathetic, wolfless Omega? No, Mor. I married you and tolerated you for years because of this task.”

I know he never loved me, but then…

“R—yker,” I choke out. “What about those promises you made less than an hour ago? You said you would—”

Ryker’s expression crumples into one of disgust and disdain. “Don’t tell me you fucking believed those shitty promises. You are nothing to me. Nothing at all.”

Then his admiring gaze falls on Delilah, who stands by his side now. He wraps his arms around her waist possessively. “Delilah is the one for me. My true mate.”

“Your true mate?!” I let out a humorless laugh. “You told me you hated her. You said she was nothing but a slut.”

Delilah is a stripper, and Ryker never stops talking about the fact that she has fucked almost all the bikers and the VIP customers at the clubhouse.

“You even asked me to stay away from her with the excuse that she will influence me.”

The both of them stare at each other and burst into laughter. It is sharp. Cruel. Cutting.

“Quit trying so hard. I only said that so you wouldn’t suspect a thing while we fucked each other every single day.”

My body grows weak.

They have me fooled. Completely.

Tears sting my eyes, but I manage to hold them back. I won’t let them see me break. Never!

“Delilah is the one I love. The one who is truly meant for me…”

I swallow past the lump in my throat, willing my voice to come out normally. “If you love her so much… then why did you marry me?”

“Well… that was because I found out that my father loved his whiskey girl, so I had to marry you to get to him.”

The Alpha loved me?

How?

But then… it isn’t totally unbelievable.

I can somehow feel it, even though I convince myself that he wouldn’t. Not with the Queen and his whores in the picture.

“I noticed the way he looked at you, the way he protected you. You think I saved you from drowning after Delilah pushed you in? No… it was my father. He saved you. I just took the credit for it… He had to run off because he was getting hard from your naked body.”

Years ago, I stood by the poolside in the clubhouse, admiring the water, only for someone to push me in from behind—and that was Delilah? I couldn’t swim and I almost drowned, but someone saved me, and that was the Alpha, not Ryker!

I stare at Delilah and she only smiles broadly like she has done something noble.

Ryker continues. “I even caught him once, fucking himself to your memory.” He squeezes his clothed dick. “Morganna…” he moans out, mocking his father. “Morganna. Yes, your ass is so rounded. Your breasts are so big and sexy. I’m sure your pussy will be so pink, so wet, and so ready to milk my cock… then he would explode.”

They both laugh mockingly.

“He loved your little ass, Mor,” he adds.

My chest rises and falls frantically in immense pain as I stare at the Alpha again. He loved me. He treated me well, and I repaid him with death. I blink away tears.

“This is not over, Ryker,” I spit, my voice trembling with barely restrained rage as I remember how I killed an innocent man because of him. “I will make sure you regret this. I will tell the entire pack how you tricked me into killing your father.”

Even though I am going to be executed for it… I won’t watch him become the president and Alpha. Never! We are going down together.

I turn, already storming out of the room.

“Oh… where do you think you’re going?” His voice stops me in my tracks. “You really think I’m going to let you leave after killing my father?”

I turn toward them. “What?!”

“Thank Goddess I listened to you earlier when you told me this bitch is not as easy as she seems,” he tells Delilah.

She kisses him again. “Thank Goddess we already took care of her earlier.”

“What do you mean?” I scream, feeling a painful twist in my stomach.

“Well, Mor… remember that wine I gave you when I invited you over earlier?”

My chest tightens hard and I clutch it. “What about it?”

“It has been poisoned,” he reveals. “With a different kind of poison though. So that either way, if you succeeded or failed, you would die because you would be a hassle later. The poison should start working in exactly an hour…” He turns his wrist and stares at the Rolex watch slung across it. “I think it’s exactly an hour.” He grins, staring up at me. “Oh… it seems like it’s working already.”

He poisoned me?

I feel a coil wrapping tightly around my chest and stomach, crushing every nerve. “Ha!” I groan as pain crashes down on me. “You poisoned m—”

Before I can finish the statement, my legs buckle and I stumble to the floor, blood already spilling out of my mouth and nose.

They tower above me. “Good. By morning, the news about the princess poisoning her father-in-law and then poisoning herself will have spread through the kingdom. And I will emerge as the new Alpha King with Delilah as my Luna.”

My eyes are blurry now. Sweat trickles down my forehead. I crawl weakly toward him, soaked in my own blood. When I reach him, I wrap my hand around his boots.

“Pl—please help me,” I slur.

“No. Die.” He kicks me off him like I am filth.

With that, they walk out of the room, laughing menacingly.

My face turns sideways to see the dead Alpha.

Yeah… maybe I deserve it after killing the one person who at least noticed me in my entire life.

If I had a second chance, I would do everything right this time.

I won’t be a fool for love. I won’t trust easily.

Darkness closes in, swallowing the room, and my last conscious thought before I fall is a vow: “If I survive, I will make every one of them pay.”

My body goes limp. Silence falls. But deep inside, a fire has already been lit.