3. In the dungeon.

“That push was hard, Evelyn,” Diane began, her voice trembling as she wiped away her tears with the back of her hand, a pout forming on her lips. “Why…why did you have to do that when you knew that I was pregnant?” She sobbed more, exaggerating her expression.

What... What is she saying? I felt my heart pound in my chest, each beat echoing the fear that coursed through me. When did she ever tell me she was pregnant? What kind of insane accusation is this?

"If anything happens to my child, my heir, Evelyn, I won't let you off easy. Is that why you pushed her so hard? So she would lose this baby? Why are you so heartless?" John's voice was filled with disappointment directed at me, and he shook his head, his brow furrowed. His fists were clenched tightly at his sides, knuckles white as if he wanted to punch me.

He fully believed her. Just how much did she have him wrapped around her fingers?

"Please, believe me, I'm just finding out—"

Before I could finish, Diane's loud cries drowned out my voice. She flung her arms around John's neck, shaking as if she might collapse.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she leaned into him, her expression twisted in pain, as if he moved an inch away from her, she would die.

I stood frozen in disbelief at the drama in front of me. I couldn't believe he would stoop so low to even sleeping with her while we were still together. It felt like a cruel twist of fate. My stomach churned in anger and disgust.

"Guards! Take this omega to the dungeon! I can't bear to see Diane in such pain!"

John's voice boomed, his piercing glare aimed at me like a dagger.

Dungeon?

Just when I thought it couldn't get worse!

I could see the hatred and anger in his eyes as he held Diane in his arms, her tears soaking his shirt.

He was completely gone. Irredeemable.

Suddenly, two burly guards grabbed my arms tightly from behind. Their tight grip sent a wave of panic through me, and I instinctively tried to break free.

"Let me go, let me go! Alpha John, you can't do this to me!" I pleaded, my voice rising in desperation, but it came out as a choked whisper because of the pain in my chest.

The pain felt like a vice tightening around my heart, squeezing the breath from my lungs. I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to endure the agony, feeling the heat of tears sting at the corners of my eyes.

When I opened them again, the world around me blurred as I was dragged away. I felt a cold shiver run down my spine as I was led toward the dungeon, a place I never thought I would find myself, all because of my husband's mistress.

The entrance to the dungeon is a crumbling stone archway, overgrown with twisted vines and dark moss.

A faint glow was the only source of light in this dark place. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and decay because it was filled with waste from the other prisoners who were punished here.

"This is where you will be staying, dear wannabe Luna," one of the guards sneered, his voice dripping with mockery.

“What?” I exclaimed. I cringed at the laughter from them that followed. The guard opened the heavy iron door, its rusted hinges creaking ominously. They shoved me inside and I stumbled forward, my legs crashing against the rough concrete floor. A sharp pain shot through me, and I gasped as a new wound opened on my skin.

I couldn't move. Tears streamed down my cheeks, each sob reminding me of how helpless I was. I felt like a pathetic figure stuck on that hard surface.

I couldn't understand where I went wrong in all this.

Images of Diane in John's arms replayed in my mind like a cruel loop. How dare he? How could he do that to me?

My chest tightened with anger and heartbreak.

I clenched my fists, frustration bubbling over as I tried to shake off the memories, but they clung to me like shadows, refusing to fade.

I had never seen that caring side of John before. He had never shown me the warmth of a husband who truly loved his wife. It was infuriating to watch. I tried to shake off the memories, but they stuck to me like shadows, refusing to go away.

I don't think I would ever have what I would view as a perfect world.

Thinking about Diane, anger bubbled in me. I should have pushed her harder!

But if I had known she was pregnant, I would never have pushed her. I wasn't that kind of person.

In one corner, I caught sight of a small bucket that served as a toilet. A wave of nausea rolled through me as the stench rose unpleasantly, curling around my senses like a noxious fog.

Shadows moved in the light of a single torch mounted outside the cell. A small window high above gave me a glimpse of the outside world, but it only reminded me of the freedom I had lost.

I couldn't understand how the other prisoners managed to endure this place; it felt more like a torture chamber than a holding cell. The terrible smell made my stomach turn, and I had to fight the urge to throw up.

*

I had spent almost four days in this cell already. No food, no water offered. Just me and myself in this disgusting place as I became a shadow of myself. My eyes were hollow and empty, deprived of sleep, my hair was oily and clung to my pale skin.

The wound I got from falling was still there and would have gotten infected if left exposed. But I tore some parts of my cloth and tied it up.

Since I crawled my way to the wall and sat up straight, all I had been doing was stare into space.

“Can't you escape? I really think it would be better for you. I can’t stand seeing you suffer for no damn reason,” my inner wolf, Vivi, urged, her voice a mix of sadness and anger.

My shoulders drooped, and exhaustion washed over me. I shook my head slowly, as if denying her was like lifting a heavy stone.

“There’s no way out,” I whispered.

Vivi's frustration surged through me, and I could almost feel her howls echoing in my bones. I shut my eyes tightly, biting my lip to hold back the emotions threatening to spill over.

“Neither am I strong enough,” I murmured, the words escaping with a shaky breath. My body trembled as if admitting my weakness might break me. The tears I was trying to hold back pricked at my eyes, and I turned away, not wanting to let them fall.

Since I was thrown into this dungeon, a strange, twisting pain had settled in my stomach. Each pang felt like a twist of a knife, tightening with every thought of him.

The worst part? The vivid images of my mate—Alpha John—having sex with Diane filled my head. This happens when you are mated to someone and then rejected but refused to accept the rejection. It brings images that pushes one to accept the rejection in your head. It was out of my control.

Seeing them naked and fucking in every different sex position having hit with her in each and every corner of the mansion was a lot for me to handle.

How could I even accept the rejection? Just thinking about it filled me with panic, almost freezing me in place. I could die at the spot because I'm an omega and mated to a powerful Alpha. I will only end up dying if we pushed through with this rejection.

“Hey! Come out!”

A loud, deep voice pulled me from my thoughts, sending a shiver down my spine. I blinked quickly, trying to focus my faint eyesight on the figure in front of me. I looked up, noticing the guard's eyebrow, frowning.

I thought I might be imagining things, so I turned away, hoping to retreat into my own mind again.

“Are you deaf?” the guard shouted again, his voice sharp and echoing in the dim light. His words broke through my haze, causing a tremor to run through my body.

Was I finally hearing something after four days of silence?

Slowly, I pushed myself up, my limbs shaking with weakness. Each movement sent jolts of pain through my sore muscles, but I forced myself to rise, feeling the cold, damp floor beneath me.

“Alpha John wants to see you, so hurry up!” His tone was impatient, but the mention of John’s name caused my heart to flutter unexpectedly.

I took a deep breath, my chest tightening as I wiped my face with my clothes, trying to clear away the dirt and tears.

At that moment, I felt so much at peace. Maybe he was regretting what he had done, finally understanding how much it meant.

“Help... I... I can't move…” I gasped as I wobbled on my legs that gave way beneath me.

The guard hissed in annoyance as he stepped into my cell and seized my arm with a grip of iron, dragging me out of the filthy space.

I felt the roughness of his fingers digging into my skin, and no matter how I tried to twist away or fall, his hold was too powerful, lifting me effortlessly as if I weighed nothing.

Well of course, I did weigh nothing considering how I hadn't eaten for days now.

The whole time, my whole mind was on Alpha John. Why did he want to see me? What would would he say? Would he care?

Did he finally see through Diane's lies?

As we reached the palace entrance, my breath caught in my throat. There he stood—Alpha John—radiant and imposing, his chiseled features accentuated by the soft light.

But as I looked up at him, the warmth of his usual smile was absent. His brow furrowed, and his piercing gaze seemed troubled, darkened by something I couldn’t grasp.

I saw two cars parked in front of the palace, with guards standing beside them like statues ready to spring into action. It seemed like he was about to go somewhere. But what did that mean for me?

“Let’s go! We need to save her now.” Alpha John’s voice was sharp as he walked toward the car, his back to me and his jaw tight. He didn’t even look my way, making me feel small and invisible.

“Wait...” His Beta, Andrew, stepped forward, his brow furrowed with concern as he looked at me. I noticed a flash of pity in his eyes, which only confused me more.

“She doesn’t look fit for the surgery,” Andrew said, his voice low but urgent. “She looks starved. She needs to eat, or she might end up losing her life in the process.”

What surgery are they talking about? Wait, I’m lost...

“What are you saying?!” John snapped, his voice rising with frustration. His fists were clenched at his sides, and the muscle in his jaw twitched. “My precious Diane is in danger and needs a kidney! We don’t have time for this. Get her in the car—let’s go quickly!”