Disengagement

Reya's POV 

I had no way to tell how much time had passed since they locked me in this room. I wondered what kind of room it was and tried to think how I never noticed a room like this the two years 

I spent in the pack house. 

It was a room like no other. There were no windows, just a door which locked from outside. The walls were bare and there was a single bed in the corner. The only difference with a prison was that it didn’t have a big bathroom inside. 

Days blurred altogether and soon, I could hardly tell how long I had spent locked up in this place and being treated like a prisoner. From what I calculated, it could be two weeks, but maybe longer. 

I was going insane. Maybe I was already insane. 

I wanted to know why Lycan Tristan ordered for them to lock me up for so long. What did I do? I racked my brain, trying to think of something I may have done to warrant this kind of punishment but I could think of nothing. 

I stiffened as I heard the door being unlocked from outside. Jumping from the bed, I stood to my full height, wiping off my tear-stricken face with the back of my hand as Myra slipped into the room. 

Her eyes shot daggers at me. I knew Myra never liked me, from the first day I set foot in the pack house, but I never imagined her hatred for me ran this deep. 

“What is this about?” I queried. “Let me out of here please. Let me see Lycan Tristan and ask him why he’s locking me up.”

“That won’t be necessary.” She growled, reminding me that we were not best friends. “Our Lycan doesn’t want you and I personally think it’s for the best. We don’t want a weak, pathetic and wolfless werewolf as Luna.”

Her words took me aback but I wasn’t surprised. I knew from the very beginning that Lycan Tristan never wanted me, but to think he already announced to everyone that I didn’t have a wolf?

Was that how much he hated me?

She asked, shaking her head before throwing a stack of papers to my feet, along with a pen. 

I frowned, glancing down at the papers. “What is this?” I bent down to pick up the papers, my frown deepening when I saw what was written in bold tile on the front page. 

UNION ANNULMENT AGREEMENT!

My jaw fell to my chin. “What is this?” I knew what it meant but I was having trouble understanding and believing it. The union annulment was like divorce papers. 

It meant the Council had given their permission for Lycan Tristan to annul our union even if we were fated mates. But…why?

My heart was shattered to a million pieces. “What is this… this I stuttered as tears rolled down my cheek, staining the papers in my hands? 

“How can this be for me?” I cried, but Myra cut me off with an impatient glare. 

“Can you please sign the damn papers and stop pretending that you never saw this coming? You’re even more pathetic than I thought.”

I shook my head, my mind still not wanting to believe what I was seeing even though it staring me right in the face. I thought of my dear father. Even if he was an alcoholic, he was still my father and his survival depended on this union. 

He was the only reason why I put up with so much. 

How could this –

“Sign the fucking papers, Reya!” Myra hissed at me.

“No!” I hissed back, surprising both Myra and myself with the venom and authority in my voice. “I won’t sign this. And I demand to see my mate!” I said, riding on the wave of confidence fueled by adrenaline which now filled me. 

Who knew I had it in me?

Myra stared at me like I had grown two heads before she finally burst out laughing as if I just said a funny joke. “Who are you to demand things from our Lycan? Who the hell do you think you are not to sign the papers when you can clearly see our Lycan’s signature on it? The nerve. He ordered that you sign them –”

“I’m his mate,” I cut her off. “That is who I am, Myra. His fated mate and I demand to see him this instant because I sure as hell won’t sign these fucking papers otherwise.”

Whether it was awe or anger in Myra’s eyes, I couldn’t tell but I soon sensed that she was talking to someone through the mind link that everyone in the pack shared except me. 

Although it was not surprising that they excluded me in something as important as this because they never saw me as a member of their pack, it still hurt.

“The Alpha will see you in his office.” She announced, pulling me from my thoughts. She looked at me like I was worse than the dirt under her feet. 

Turning around, she knocked on the door to signal that she was done here and we both waited as the door was unlocked from outside. Once the door was turned open, she turned to look at me, huffing as she led the way to Lycan Tristan’s office. 

However, the biggest shock of my life awaited me when I stepped into Lycan Tristan’s office for the first time in my life only to catch him right in the middle of eating another woman’s face!

Yes, he was kissing another woman passionately – when he has never pecked me before. Despite being mated to and married to him for two years. 

My already shattered heart evaporated and I was nothing but an empty mess of tears and snot. Myra took one glance at the scene and smirked at me with an evil glint in her eyes before excusing herself. 

She knew about this? She knew Lycan Tristan already had another woman in the side. Did everyone know? Was I the only one left in the dark?

My lips trembled and my entire body shook and my already puffy eyes were filled with hot tears once again. This man never kissed me before, and – and – yet he was kissing her so passionately. 

He was so lost in the kiss that he couldn’t even tell that his mate was standing right in his office and her heart was shattering to pieces. I was frozen t the spot for what felt like eternity and when I finally snapped out of my head, the kiss had already ended and two pair of eyes were staring at me with indignation. 

My eyes stayed on the woman’s face. She wasn’t someone I had seen before and if I had known a woman as beautiful and flawless as her was the love of his life, I wouldn’t have bothered accepting to become his mate and Luna. 

The woman was filled with an outwardly kind of beauty and effortless grace which showed in the way she fluidly rose to her feet. Pink stained her cheek, but it made her even more beautiful.

Now I understood why Lycan Tristan never loved or liked me. I mean who would when my competition was a perfect barbie doll?

No, I wasn’t even her competition. I was nothing. 

“Tris, baby,” she called with a voice that was so melodious, if it had a taste, it would be honey. “Who is this?”