Disgust

Amelia never imagined the day would come when she would feel disgust and hatred toward Lucas—the man who once made her heart race, the man she treated as her entire world.

“Did I do something wrong?” Lucas asked, stung by the reaction his girlfriend gave him. It was the first time he’d ever felt rejection from her.

Back then, Amelia was happy just being near him. Even if he didn’t put in effort, even if he never gave her small gifts, she was content.

But now, it was as if she found him repulsive. He could feel her pulling away, and even his wolf, Dexter, sensed the growing distance in Amelia’s heart.

‘What did you do? Why is Amelia mad at us? Does she know we already met our fated mate?’ Dexter asked through their mind link.

‘I didn’t do anything to upset her, and I’d still choose her even after meeting my fated mate,’ Lucas replied, though Dexter could feel the lie he told himself.

When Lucas turned twenty, he met Olivia. He never expected his fated mate would be Amelia’s stepsister—the stepsister of the chosen mate he already had. He knew Olivia wasn’t aware of the mate bond yet since her eighteenth birthday, three months from now, hadn’t arrived.

“Amelia, I don’t know what I did, but I’m sorry. I want to see you. You’ve been sick for days, and I wanted to check on you,” Lucas explained, reaching for her hand again and gently caressing it.

“Are you feeling better? You look a little livelier. Do you want to visit the glass garden at the pack house?” He kept coaxing her, but Amelia couldn’t bring herself to look into his eyes.

Her mind was still full of questions—questions she never got answers to in the future. Why did Lucas abandon her? Why did he cheat despite acting innocent and kind? She wanted to ask the Lucas standing before her now, but she knew he couldn’t answer. This wasn’t the Lucas she knew years ahead.

“You didn’t do anything wrong. I’m just… not in the mood to go out today. I still feel unwell, so please, if you can, leave me to rest,” Amelia said, forcing herself to smile, hoping Lucas would finally give her space. She couldn’t bear even a minute longer with him.

“I see. Are you alone here? Antonio’s leaving soon—I gave him a mission at the border. Are you sure you’ll be okay by yourself? Where are Olivia and the others?” Lucas asked, looking around the house. He couldn’t help searching for Olivia, noticing traces of her scent that drove him a little insane.

He couldn’t deny the effect Olivia had on him. Everything was different with a fated mate—the bond, the pull, the strength the Moon Goddess blessed them with. Something he needed as an Alpha, something Amelia could never give him.

“They’re still on vacation. They’ll be home by the weekend,” Amelia replied. Now that she knew the true story, she suddenly noticed all the little things Lucas did whenever Olivia was around—things she chose to ignore in the past. Now, everything made sense.

“Why? Were you looking for my sister?” Amelia asked, watching his expression closely.

“Ah—no. I was just thinking you might be alone. Do you want me to stay and take care of you while they’re gone?” Lucas asked, smiling as he reached for her waist. But Amelia quickly stepped away and placed her dishes in the sink.

“No need. You’re an Alpha—you have responsibilities to prioritize, right?” she replied sweetly, though her tone was edged with sarcasm. It was the same excuse he always fed her whenever she needed his time. Now, she was giving it right back.

“But I can always make time for my girlfriend,” Lucas teased, but Amelia was no longer swayed. She knew Lucas simply wanted to claim her—because she was still pure and untouched.

And that was the truth. Lucas held onto her because she was “wife material”—innocent and nurturing. The kind of girl men wanted to marry. Yet he couldn’t deny he also wanted someone like Olivia—someone who could thrill him, excite him, and satisfy him.

If Amelia weren’t an omega, Lucas would have no issue making her his chosen mate. But he didn’t want a weak Luna. He wanted someone strong to rule the The Crescent Moon Pack with him and bear him powerful pups.

But Amelia was often sick, frail, and locked in her room because of her strange illness. Too conservative, too gentle—he found it boring. He wanted a bold woman who could drive him crazy.

Worse, his mother disapproved of Amelia. Lucas was a mama’s boy—he wanted his mate to get along with his family, and Amelia simply didn’t measure up.

Still, he couldn’t let her go. He loved Amelia in his own way. And he wanted to be the one to take her purity.

“Amelia, Alpha Lucas.”

They both turned and saw Antonio, dressed and carrying his travel bag. Amelia’s heart sank immediately.

Whenever her father left on missions, he was gone for a long time. With him gone, she’d be alone—and vulnerable to the two vipers who ruined her life before.

“Do you really have to go, Dad?” Amelia clutched his arm, not wanting him to leave. She couldn’t bear to live with the two snakes who killed her.

“Can’t you send another gamma to the border, Alpha Lucas?” she pleaded, looking pitiful on purpose. But Antonio himself insisted on going to find answers about Amelia’s illness.

“Sweetheart, I have duties as the Crescent Moon’s gamma and as your father. This is my job—and I need to find a solution for your condition. Stay here for now. Solana and Olivia will be home soon. I asked Mia to look after you while I’m away,” Antonio gently explained, confused by his daughter’s sudden clinginess. She’d never tried to stop him before.

“Sorry, Amelia, but your father is the only one available. My other gammas are busy, my older brother isn’t home, and my useless brother Lorcan can’t be trusted with this kind of mission,” Lucas complained.

Hearing Lorcan’s name jolted Amelia back to their conversation—the moment Lorcan confessed he was her fated mate. The mate the Moon Goddess chose for her. She still couldn’t believe it.

“I’ll be back soon. I’ll call whenever I can, so don’t be sad, my daughter,” Antonio said, and Amelia had no choice but to nod.

He was the only ally she had left—and now he was leaving. She didn’t know how she would survive once her stepmother and stepsister returned.

She stood by the doorway, watching her father’s car disappear. Lucas slipped an arm around her and whispered in her ear, “It’s just the two of us here now. What do you want to do?” His cold, husky voice dripping with seduction. She remembered this too well—how he always pressured her whenever they were alone.

The memories came rushing back. How he pushed her into something she wasn’t ready for. How she wanted to save herself until marriage. How he forced her anyway. How it led to their child—whom he refused to acknowledge.

“I want to rest. Can you go home?” Amelia finally let her disgust and irritation seep through. Now that she understood everything, she felt foolish for ever loving him.

She knew now that Lucas manipulated her into hiding their child—not to protect them, but because he wasn’t ready to be a father and wanted Olivia as his Luna.

“Tsk. You’ve been testing my patience,” Lucas snapped. Amelia ignored him and walked back inside, but Lucas grabbed her arm sharply, pulling her back so hard she nearly fell.

“Did you just turn your back on me? On your Alpha?” His grip tightened painfully around her wrist.

“Lucas, you’re hurting me! Let go!” she protested, but he shook his head and grabbed her face, forcing her to look at him.

“Yes, I’m your boyfriend but don’t forget, I’m also your Alpha.” His voice was threatening, laced with authority. He had tried to be sweet earlier because Amelia was easy to handle—obedient, soft, always yielding. But now she was pushing him too far.

“I like girls who play hard to get. But Amelia, know your place before you try to make things difficult for me. You’re just an omega and I’m your Alpha.” His golden eyes bore into hers, filled with irritation and anger.

This was the first time Amelia had seen this side of him. In their four years together, he had never treated her like this. It felt like she was finally seeing the real Lucas.

“Tsk. I’ve lost interest.” He released her and walked away.

Amelia’s knees trembled not from fear, but from heartbreak.

Everything was still too raw. It felt like reality had slapped her. The man she loved was nothing but an illusion she created. Now she was finally awake.

All her dreams, all the promises, all the sweet words Lucas once told her—gone, shattering like glass.

This was the last day she’d ever hope for him. The last day she’d ever believe in him.

She placed a trembling hand on her stomach, thinking that maybe the Moon Goddess had done their child a kindness—taking the baby rather than letting it live a life abandoned by Lucas, cursed with West blood.