Seed Of Destruction

Days had gone by since Prisca's fabricated illness, and Michael hadn't lifted a finger to check on her. Despite her numerous attempts to reach out to him or track his whereabouts, Prisca was met with complete radio silence.

After reopening her bank accounts for her, he had been purposely ignoring her. No matter how much she called him, he never picks up the phone and he gave stern warning to his workers at the company to never let her in no matter the circumstances.

This was the measure of Michael's commitment to making things right with Fiona. Meanwhile, Prisca seethed with anger and anxiety, fearing that his cold treatment was a prelude to abandoning her once her pregnancy reached its term.

Did he want to get rid of her that badly?? After all the promises they made to each other?? They were meant to be mates instead!! Everyone supported their union; his mom and his sister knew she was the right one for him.

Everyone gave their support except for his father. He was the only one who didn't like her even though she was his Beta's daughter and the most suitable choice for the Luna position.

He chose a mute instead, a weak Omega!! Even now that the old man is dead, he still managed to put a distance between her and his son because of what he made Michael promise him on his deathbed.

Prisca got more anxious as she called Michael for the umpteenth time but he was still not picking up. She had just gone to his company again and they still chased her out even before she could barge into his office.

She had never been treated like that before. Everyone at the company respected her so much because she was their Alpha's lover. Now, she is nothing but his baby mama.

She felt so embarrassed as the guards dragged her out after she had boasted about being Michael’s Luna and how she would make Michael punish them dearly for not letting her in.

Passers-by couldn't hold back their laughter as she kept screaming like a mad woman and trying to force her way back in.

She had never felt so humiliated in her entire life. How could Michael treat her this way when she was carrying his trueborn heir?? Was it because of Fiona and her weak son??

When the call went to voicemail again, she couldn't hold back her anger anymore. She picked up the glass table close to her and threw it against the wall with all her might, shattering it into pieces.

Tiny bits of the broken glass pierced her skin but she felt numb to the pain. All she felt at that moment was unbearable anger and anxiety.

"No. Michael can't treat me this way.. he loves me... I'm his true luna.. not her." She muttered to herself as she bit her finger.

She kept mumbling and biting her finger till she cut her skin. Blood was spilling but her mind wasn't there. Images of Michael smiling widely with Fiona and her son during the parent-child event filled her mind.

She pulled her hair with her fingers, hoping it would help make the memories disappear from her head but it only got worse. Her face was red with pain but she didn't stop.

Suddenly, her phone beeped indicating she had received a message. Thinking it was Michael, she rushed towards it with a wide smile only to see that it was just Jota

Her smile died down immediately as disappointment surged through her. She mindlessly clicked on the message Jota had sent. Her heartbeat increased as she message piqued her interest.

Jota had sent her a location, saying Michael was there. Happy that she would finally be able to meet with Michael, she rushed out of her house immediately.

She took a taxi and within a few minutes, they arrived at the location. She got down and rushed towards the restaurant after paying the driver.

She was just about to step into the building when something—no, someone—suddenly caught her eye through the restaurant’s transparent glass wall. Her footsteps halted mid-motion as her gaze locked onto the familiar figure inside.

The sight was unexpected, pulling her attention completely and sending a rush of emotion through her.

She paused in her spot and looked again, hoping it was all a dream. There he was, grinning happily with that bitch and her bastard son while she was going crazy trying to just meet with him.

Michael who was supposed to be tending to her and their 'child' had completely abandoned her for these people.

Watching them smile radiantly, acting like they were the perfect family filled the rage in her heart. She balled her fists tightly, her nails digging into her palms as she watched Fiona successfully steal her rightful position.

A surge of raw anger and jealousy swelled within her, so intense that for a brief moment, all she wanted to do was storm in and shatter their so-called perfect, happy moment. The sight of them together ignited something fierce and bitter inside her.

But just as she was about to act on that impulse, her wolf stepped in, grounding her. It held her back, urging restraint, reminding her that giving in to rage would only make things worse. The inner struggle raged on, but her wolf’s presence was a steady force, keeping her from doing something she might regret.

"You barging in now will only make Michael more distant from you." Her wolf said, trying to reason with her.

Prisca thought about what her wolf had said and realized that she was right but she still didn't feel okay with leaving them that way. She wanted Fiona to feel the pain she was feeling

She wanted to destroy their happy family so badly.

"Why don't you attack at a better timing.. when Fiona thinks she has finally has it all, you'll make her realize that you are still and forever will be the only one in Michael’s heart."

"And how exactly am I supposed to pull that off?" Prisca demanded, her tone a blend of rising frustration and cautious curiosity. Her brows furrowed as she looked ahead, clearly overwhelmed by the challenge before her.

Although irritation colored her voice, there was an undeniable trace of anticipation lingering just beneath the surface.

A part of her, no matter how small, seemed eager to understand the plan—perhaps even hopeful that it might work. She wasn’t one to back down easily, but the uncertainty of what lay ahead stirred a mix of doubt and restless energy within her.

"You are the expert, you'll surely find a way." Her wolf said before severing their link.

Prisca thought hard about what her wolf just told her.

"How will I go about that??" she pondered her next move, and a plan began to take shape in her mind. Before long, a sinister strategy had crystallized, and a calculating smile spread across her face.

A sinister smile appeared on her face as her eyes were fixated on Kelvin. Since he doesn't want to die yet, she has other uses for him than. He was the apple of Fiona’s eye and also the person who would help her get Michael back.

Prisca picked up her phone and sent Fiona a text. She felt satisfied when she saw the instant change in Fiona’s mood.

This is just the beginning.. the beginning of their end!!

TBC

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