Chapter 3: Worthy Of Nothing

Sara stumbled backwards, reeling from the shock of his words.

"You don't mean that," she whispered softly. She could hear the laughter of the people around, clearly mocking her, but she paid them no attention. She could feel her wolf howling painfully in her chest.

"I mean it," he spat. "The Moon Goddess has made a mistake. I will be getting mated to someone worthy of being my Luna."

The tears dropped slowly from her eyes and down her cheeks. After he had saved her last night—after he had acted like he cared about her life—he just had to do this.

The door to the hall opened and a lady stepped in. She looked absolutely stunning in the crystal blue dress she wore, pearls decorating her neck. Her hair was in an elaborate bun, her makeup accentuating her perfect features. Behind her was a man: the Alpha of the Moonbeam Pack.

"Elaine," Killian said softly, his eyes lighting up. He walked to her and kissed her cheek softly while looking at Sara.

Sara stared at them for a long moment. She was nothing like her. She felt like trash beside her.

"Now this is the type of woman worthy enough to be my Luna," he spat at her.

Elaine gave him a soft smile and then looked at Sara with disdain.

Sara ran out of the hall, down the corridors and to her room, slamming the door angrily behind her. Her heart was shattering into a million pieces at his cruelty. Why had she ever trusted him? Why was she so fucking stupid?

One glance at the bed sent her into an even bigger fit of rage. They had made love just last night on it. She gave herself—her virginity—to him at her weakest and it had never meant anything, despite the fact that they were fated mates.

++++*+

Four weeks later.

"And my laundry hasn't been done yet," Elaine said, shoving a basket towards her. "Seriously, are you even good for anything?"

Sara's eyes drifted towards where Killian lay on the bed, his phone in his hand. He glanced at her briefly and looked away. She bit back a bitter laugh and dragged the basket away, feeling deeply humiliated.

She had tried to leave that night, and several nights after that, but for some reason, the guards seemed to be monitoring her every move. Even at the edge of the cliff—the sides where they usually didn't have guards—they were suddenly stationed there. She knew it was Killian's way of keeping her humiliated.

Fucking bastard. He had broken her.

Since that day, her wolf had been silent. She hadn't shifted at night like others do on their eighteenth birthday, which caused more mockery. And Greta had also stopped speaking to her.

After she was done with the laundry, she went back to her room. It was a mess, just like everything else had been. She decided to clear it up; she had been cleaning after everyone except for herself. It was only right she used this free time to do it.

She began to fold the clean clothes she had and keep them in the wardrobe, emptying out drawers to clean them up. A box of sanitary pads slid out of one and then she froze immediately. She hadn't used them since... and her period was supposed to be when? Two weeks ago?

"Shit!" she cursed, her eyes widening.

Killian and she had unprotected sex and she didn't think to use the morning-after pill. Goddess, she was really stupid as hell. She stood there, her hands shaking, unsure of what to do. She needed to take a pregnancy test and she could only hope it was negative.

But how was she going to do that when she had no money? Should she just swallow her pride and ask Killian?

The door swung open just then. Speak of the devil.

Killian stood there, leaning against the doorframe. "Elaine needs your attention."

"Since when did you become her errand guy?" she asked coldly.

"There's something called helping out when you're in a relationship, but you wouldn't know that, would you?"

"Right," she spat.

Say it, Greta whispered. Sara froze. Greta?

Tell him now.

"Killian… my period is late."

"How the fuck does that have to do with me?" he asked, then for a second, a flicker of realization crossed his face as he looked at her bed. "What the fuck are you saying?"

"I… I don't know. I haven't taken a test… I'm—"

"I'll get you strip tests from the pack clinic. Wait here," he said, dashing out.

She stood there, wringing her hands together. "You decided to come back now, huh?" Greta was silent. "Greta?" Still more silence. "Fucking perfect," she cursed.

Killian returned right then, throwing three boxes of pregnancy tests. "Go on. All of them, to be sure."

"Right," she muttered, grabbing them and walking towards the bathroom.

She had just finished using them when he walked into the bathroom.

"Killian!" she gasped, adjusting her underwear. "You can't just—"

"Not like I haven't seen everything before," he said coldly.

Her face burned. She stared at the three tests waiting on the sink, her heart pounding against her chest as the first one showed positive. The second… same. The third… same.

"Goddess," she gasped, her face contorting in horror. She looked up at Killian, who stared at the test results with an unreadable expression. "Killian? Say something."

He sucked in a sharp breath. There was a flicker of an emotion she couldn't understand, replaced quickly by his cold look. "Abort it. Quietly."

"What?"

Killian pulled out his wallet and threw a wad of cash at her. "Don't do it in the pack's clinic."

"Killian—"

"Do I look like I'm fucking joking?" he roared, slamming his hands on the wall above her. "Are you trying to ruin me?"

She shrunk in fear, staring at him with glassy eyes. Killian Blackwood was a fucking monster. And she, Sara, was going to make him pay.