19: Our Daughter

My stomach turned as I watched Pussy swallow Alastor's cum.

I felt sick, but more than anything, I felt disrespected. He had made me sit there and watch another woman pleasure him with her mouth as though humiliating me was the final item on his agenda for tonight, and judging by the satisfied smirk on his face, he had enjoyed every second of it.

Kennedy had been pacing inside me the entire time. The mate bond was eating my wolf alive, twisting jealousy and anger through my chest even though I wanted nothing from the bastard sitting across from me. For once, though, I didn't care what the bond wanted.

All I kept thinking was that in a few days Alastor would leave for his hunting trip, and I would take Rachel and disappear from his life.

I almost smiled imagining him returning to Drexel Forest and discovering us gone. I wished I could hide somewhere just long enough to watch that arrogant smirk disappear from his face.

Maybe I'd even leave him a note.

~Dear Mate From Hell,

Fuck you.

I Loathe You, Ava.~

"Alpha, you taste delicious," Pussy cooed as she slowly lifted her head.

I almost gagged.

"Get out!" Alastor barked.

Pussy froze, and so did I, but Alastor wasn't looking at her. He was looking directly at me.

"I don't understand. I thought..."

"Thought?" His eyes never left mine. "Bitch, you don't have a brain, so you can't think nothing. Get out before I throw you out."

Pussy's mouth dropped open. Apparently, being insulted after servicing the Alpha wasn't part of the proper goodbye she'd been expecting.

She hurriedly gathered the strings of clothing she had discarded around the carriage and covered herself as best as she could before pushing the door open. Alastor didn't even glance in her direction as she climbed out.

The door slammed, and I silently thought, Good riddance.

Alastor raised his fist and knocked against the ceiling of the carriage, signalling Dwight to drive. A few seconds later, we jerked forward, and my body swayed with the sudden movement as the horses picked up speed. I grabbed the side of the seat to steady myself.

Alastor still had his limp dick out with Pussy's saliva all over it, and the disgusting bastard made absolutely no attempt to cover himself.

He wanted me to look.

He wanted Kennedy to smell another woman all over our mate. He knew exactly what it would do to my wolf, and judging by the smug expression on his face, that had probably been the entire reason for bringing Pussy into the carriage in the first place.

'I want to bite it off,' Kennedy growled inside me.

I almost smiled. 'Don't.'

She reluctantly settled, but Alastor's eyes narrowed as though he could tell Kennedy and I were communicating.

"Say something."

I looked directly at him. "You're disgusting."

The corner of his mouth lifted. "Are you jealous? Did seeing another woman suck my cock hurt you?"

"No. The only thing you did tonight that hurt me was promise my daughter to the devil incarnate."

That got him.

Alastor finally tucked himself back into his trousers. He fixed them slowly, but I saw the change in his expression as his jaw hardened before he pulled up his zipper.

Then he looked at me. "Tell me something."

I said nothing.

"Why is it that every time you talk to me about Rachel, you refer to her as my daughter and not our daughter?"

Everything inside me stopped, and even Kennedy went silent.

Alastor leaned back against the seat. "Am I missing something?"

No.

No, no, no.

My heart slammed so hard against my chest that for one terrifying second, I wondered if he could hear it over the carriage wheels. Still, I forced my face to remain calm.

"You are a sick, crazy, paranoid beast."

I looked away from him, but he chuckled, and somehow that was worse than if he'd laughed.

"Yes, I may be sick and perverted at times, and I admit I can get fucking crazy when people cross me, but..."

He moved so fast that one second he was sitting across from me and the next he was beside me.

My body recoiled automatically, and Alastor growled because he didn't like that. He never liked when my body remembered what my mind already knew.

His hand shot out and gripped my face, forcing my head towards him.

"I am never paranoid."

His mouth crashed against mine, and I shoved his face away.

His expression changed instantly.

Alastor's hand wrapped around my throat and squeezed. I grabbed his wrist, digging my nails into his skin as red slowly swallowed his eyes.

Venom.

I could hear both of them when he spoke.

"I bet you don't shove my brother away when he kisses you."

My blood went cold as Alastor dragged his tongue along the side of my face before grabbing the front of my dress and ripping it open.

I gasped as the fabric tore, exposing my breasts. He released my throat, but his arm locked around me, holding me firmly against his side.

I hated him. I hated the smell of Pussy still clinging to him, and I hated the mate bond that had somehow connected me to this monster. Most of all, I hated the fear suddenly crawling through my stomach because this wasn't about Pussy anymore. It wasn't even about Rachel.

This was about me, Trenton and what we had.

Alastor lowered his mouth to my breast, sucked one nipple into his mouth and then released it.

"I bet you cream on his dick when he fucks you."

I stopped breathing, and for the first time, I couldn't think of anything smart to say because he wasn't guessing anymore.

Or maybe he was, but he was getting far too close to the truth.

My eyes burned, and I hated that too because I didn't want to cry in front of him.

Alastor stared at the tears gathering in my eyes for several seconds before finally releasing me. He moved back to the opposite side of the carriage as casually as if nothing had happened and nodded towards my torn dress.

"Fix your fucking clothes and dry your eyes. We can't let our daughter see you like that," he snapped.

Our daughter.

My hands stopped, and Alastor noticed.

I swallowed hard and pulled the torn pieces of my dress together as best as I could before wiping beneath my eyes, refusing to let another tear fall.

The carriage continued rumbling through the darkness, and neither of us spoke for a while before Alastor finally turned his head towards the window.

"Her birthday is in a month."

Kennedy rose inside me as I stared at him, but he continued looking outside.

"If I don't smell my scent on her..."

My heart stopped.

Alastor slowly turned his head towards me, and there wasn't a trace of humour left on his face.

"You and him are dead."

I couldn't breathe.

He turned back towards the window and stared into the darkness with a sinister look on his face as though he hadn't just confirmed my worst nightmare.

Kennedy was screaming inside me because we both knew what Rachel's seventh birthday meant. In one month, her wolf scent would finally emerge, and that was when Alastor would know the truth.

But as I stared at the side of my husband's face, one terrifying thought drowned out everything else.

He already suspected.