Chapter 3

Avery's POV

I sat on the floor, feeling the pain of the rejection gush through me, his words ringing in my head.

"I want you gone!" "I didn't want to see you in my pack when I got back," he had said before he stormed off.

"Can you see what you caused?" "Can you see what you made us go through?" We should have been the ones to reject him first, Avia my wolf, scolded as she paced in my head.

She was right. I had held on to Drew for too long. Right from the day of our marriage, he had made it clear he only needed pups from me. He has never shown me affection except when we are in public.

The only time we are intimate is during my heat and whenever he wants sex, but I held on to hope that maybe he would fall in love with me.

I wiped off the tears and stood up, the pain now subsidized.

I took the divorce papers and signed them.

As I turned to make my way to my room, I felt a sharp pain course through my leg.

I had hit my leg on the briefcase I had forgotten was there.

The supposed divorce alimony he had left for me.

What does he take me for, paying me off? I scoffed internally, looking at the briefcase disgust welling up in my chest.

Well, you can keep your money. I don't need it. I wrote on paper and placed it on the briefcase.

As I packed my stuff, it dawned on me that I had nowhere to go.

I am an orphan. I don't have any friends except Bluey.

I had gotten a voicemail from Bluey telling me she had to attend an emergency meeting at her work head office in New Zealand today, so she had left in a hurry yesterday, so she couldn't make it to the party last night.

If only she had been here yesterday, she would have defended me when Drew's mother insulted me, tears rolled from my eyes.

She should be done with her meeting by now, I muttered lowly.

I picked up my phone and dialed Bluey's number.

She picked at the first ring.

Hey girlfriend, Bluey's voice rang out at the other end of the phone.

"I have just finished my meeting now, what's up, she asked.

I opened my mouth to speak but the only thing that left my mouth was a sob.

Hey girl, are you okay? What happened, she asked, worry now layered in her voice.

I tried to stop crying, but I couldn't bring myself to control myself.

Babe, calm down, I don't know what is going on, but I know you must be hurting a lot for you to be crying like this," Bluey said calmly on the other end of the phone.

What was going on, she asked again.

Drew just divorced me and severed our mate bond. I finally spoke with sobs.

That b**tard, she yelled.

"So where are you now," she asked.

"I had just finished packing my stuff, he wanted me gone before he got back," I muttered.

Oh Moon Goddess! She exclaimed.

I have my keys here with me, but just get out of that forsaken prison of a park and lodge in a hotel. "I would be back tomorrow, and we would sort everything out, she said, her voice now comforting me.

"I'm here for you babe, so you have nothing to worry about," she said.

Thank you babe, I said.

Alright, see you tomorrow.

I sighed loudly, as though I had been holding my breath for a long time.

“ It feels good to be out of that suffocating pack house.” a flush of relief fell over me.

I stood at the roadside. I am now at Bluey's Pack, the Greyfield Pack.

Nobody recognized me.

The tight jeans trousers and shirt I was wearing do a good job hiding my identity.

Checking through my purse, I had just two thousand dollars and my debit cards.

Even though I haven't worked for the past three years, due to my marriage and duty as Luna.

The late Alpha Marvis, had made sure I was placed on a monthly allowance of five thousand dollars, but immediately he died, Luna Rosa made sure it stopped and Drew did nothing about it.

Thanks to the Moon Goddess, I was wise enough to save part of it in my private account.

“ What do I do with these 2k dollars?” I muttered.

And just across me stood a nice five-star hotel.

I smiled and dragged my suitcase with me towards the hotel.

"I booked a room for the night."

I went downstairs to the hotel bar to drown myself in some alcohol. At least that would make me fall asleep easily till tomorrow.

Upon getting to the bar, I ordered tequila and gulped it down my throat.

Despite the burn I felt in my throat, I never stopped drinking.

“ This feels good. At least, I would be able to forget my sorrows.” I smiled, feeling tipsy as I slurred.

I poured another glass of tequila lips raised into the air and then raised it to my mouth, but before I could gulp it down my throat, a hand caught my hand, stopping me from drinking.

“ Drinking doesn't fit someone like you. Quit drinking,” a deep voice stopped me from drinking.

“ Who are you?” I frowned and dropped the glass of tequila.

“ I asked who the hell are you?” I snapped at him.

“ Someone you might want to know,” he replied, a sly smile dancing at the corners of his lips.

“ I don't care who you're, can you just let me be?” I raised my voice in annoyance.

I already had a bad day, and didn't want any strangers to add to my anger," I said.

“ No, I won't. "I couldn't stop staring since you came,” he said, and leaned back on the chair, smiling brightly.

I didn't know when I began to stare at the stranger.

He was more handsome than Drew could ever be, with long black hair and chiseled jawline.

“ You've fallen for me, haven't you?” He leaned closer toward me, his face just an inch away.

“ I wasn't staring. "Why would I?” I cleared my throat and looked away, feeling a little bit embarrassed.

I could sense my wolf agitated, she yearned for his touch.

Could he be my second chance mate? Definitely not.

I just got rejected, and I am not ready to let anyone trample on my heart.

It could be the alcohol effect, and also because it has been long since I had s*x.

“ You look sad,” the stranger said straightforwardly, bringing me out of my trance.

“ Was it that obvious?” I asked, turning my gaze towards the stranger.

“ Yes, it is, because what else could make you come to a bar and drink yourself to stupor.”

I got divorced and rejected today. After three years of loving him, I chuckled bitterly and gulped down the glass of tequila in my hand.

“ Why did you get divorced?” he asked, curiosity taking the best part of him.

“ I'm barren. "I wasn't able to give birth,” I replied, trying my best not to tear up.

“ Your Ex- husband is a jerk, pardon me for saying that,” he said, and I smiled widely for the very first time in three years.

I continued staring at him for some seconds before blurting out,“ Have sex with me.”

I was so straight forward that it caught the stranger by surprise.

“ Why would I do such a thing?” he raised a brow, obviously interested.

“ No idea. I just feel like I need someone inside of me. I haven't had sex in a year, and since I'm a free woman now, it wouldn't be a bad idea to have one now.”

“ So what makes you think I will have sex with you after listening to your sad story?”

He drew his face closer to mine, fanning me with his hot breath.

“ Because you reached out to me first,” I replied.

“ You're a drunken mess, you will definitely regret it once you wake up tomorrow,” he whispered into my ears, causing my breath to hitch.

“ I don't care,” I replied.

“ I'm a devil in bed. You won't be able to walk tomorrow.”

He whispered; His deep, seductive voice made my body tinge with desire.

He led me to a hotel room and in less than five minutes, the room was filled with the smell of sex and my moans.

The stranger reached his climax and poured his seeds on me before collapsing beside me on the bed.