Chapter 1

Diana’s POV

I didn’t know what to feel as I made my way to the pack’s hospital. Pushing away the strands of hair that were falling in my line of sight, I tried to steady my breathing.

“You can do this. It’ll be fine. It’s just a test,” I assured myself while taking quick strides into the hospital, just in time for my appointment.

“Mrs. Diana, please go in and see the doctor,” the nurse on duty called out loudly, jolting me awake and making me aware of reality.

“Thank you,” I managed to whisper while adjusting the strap of my handbag as I walked into the doctor’s office I had been directed into.

Two days ago, it had taken a huge amount of effort to bring myself to do a pregnancy test after battling with various complications for weeks. Keeping this from my husband was easy since he was barely home these days.

Shaking my head to keep my thoughts from going astray, I made my way into the doctor’s office.

“Please have your seat, ma’am,” with a smile on her face that made it easy to tell she was friendly, the pack doctor said to me, directing her hand towards the chair sitting across from her.

“We called you because your test results are finally out,” she continued, leaving me in suspense. My palms were already starting to get sweaty from nervousness. Having been married to Francis, long enough, it was high time we had a baby.

Although he hadn’t said anything of such, there was no way he didn’t want this as much as I did. After all, we both loved each other.

“Here is the result,”she said, handing me a small white envelope.

The moment it landed in my hand, it was like I was carrying a heavy piece of gold, making it hard to breathe. I managed to control my hand from shaking too much but there was only so little I could do in the face of nervousness.

Biting my lower lip, I gave the pack doctor one last glance, cursing how well she was able to keep her straight face on before turning my attention back to the envelope.

Thirty minutes later, as I made my way out of the hospital, I was having a hard time keeping hidden the smile that was threatening to let out of my face. I unconsciously placed my hand on my flat tummy, still finding it hard to believe that I had a life growing in me.

“I can’t wait to tell him,” I said to myself, containing my squeal as I weaved through the very few people that stood around. I didn’t necessarily care about my image at this point, because I was too overwhelmed with the thought of what Francis’ reaction would be.

Despite his recent ignorance towards me these past few days, possibly as a result of taking on the role as the new Alpha of this pack, I had a feeling there was no way he wasn’t going to be happy after letting him know about my pregnancy.

At the time I had met Francis, or more like where he was like a prince charming who had come to my rescue and saved me, everyone in the pack knew him to be a playboy and I wasn’t oblivious to this fact.

Being an orphan, at that period, it was the beginning of my fate with him where I had slowly grown to rely and depend on him. Before I knew it, I had fallen in love with him and so did he.

From the way he treated me, an orphan with nothing to offer aside from a voice that most people loved to hear for entertainment, there was nothing else I had to offer and yet, he had stood by me. For this reason, I gave up everything, including my virginity, giving myself fully to him and letting him use my voice as he pleased.

Time seemed to pass in the blink of an eye and finally, I arrived at his office.

“Good day, ma’am,” the guards greeted but unlike before when they had sincere smiles on their faces, this time, it appeared rather forced.

At this moment, I was more concerned about breaking the news of my pregnancy to Francis than asking his guards what the problem was.

It was easy getting into his office since this wasn’t my first time being here. Every step I took made it seem like my heart was about to burst out of its cage, filling me with a sense of fear I didn’t realize I had. A strange female flowery scent caught my nose, immediately making me sensitive, thanks to my pregnancy.

“Does Francis have a visitor? Why didn’t his guards tell me?” I mumbled to myself, a frown appearing on my face while thinking about whether or not to still walk in.

Thinking about it was definitely out of it since I couldn’t wait to share the news of my pregnancy with Francis.

“Knock, knock,” I raised my hand, knocking softly on the door but there was no reply.

Pursing my lips, I turned the doorknob, my face to the ground as I stealthily made my way into his office.

At that moment, the strong scent of two mixed scents attacked my nostrils, almost causing me to purge but I managed to hold it down.

Slowly, I raised my head, Immediately coming face to face with a sight that was sure to haunt me for the rest of my life.

There on his swivel chair, sat my husband, Francis. If that was the only sight I was currently seeing, then it might have been better but instead, he had a certain brunette on his thighs, their mouths both entangled with their fingers buried in each other’s hair.

The sound of their actions and mingled breathing was like torture to my ears.

“Francis!” I screamed, my bag dropping to the floor as I felt my breath getting ceased.

Right in front of me, I watched as the two entangled people slowly disentangled themselves, moving away from each other and not even shocked.

I let out a short laugh, still trying to keep control of my emotions. Scratch that, there was no keeping control of my emotions as my tears began flowing uncontrollably.

“Why are you here? Did I not ask you to stay at home today?” Blowing out a frustrated breath I had become too familiar with for the past months, Francis asked, not even sparing me a glance. His eyes remained on the brunette he had been kissing who was now walking straight at me with a triumphant smile.

Through my blurry vision, it was hard for me to make out every bit of emotion on her face but from the way she walked, it was clear how intentional she was being.

“Is this her? Is this my new replacement? The one you came for after I rejected you?” The brunette asked, laughing in my face and something seemed to have clicked in my head.

Being a playboy, not many refused Francis and the only one known to have done so was Serene Kourtney, female Alpha of the neighboring Berry Pack.

“Just ignore her. I needed someone to help me release my frustration at night and she happened to be the perfect candidate for it. Now that you’re back, I have no choice but to strip her of her role or do you have interest in being my second wife?” Francis’ voice entered into my ears but it felt like knives cutting into my ears and forcing themselves inside of me.

I raised my hand, wiping away the tears that were blurring my vision, wanting to see his face and for him to tell me this was nothing but a prank.

My lips wobbled and my legs threatened to give out beneath me as I pleaded, “Francis, please tell me this is all a prank.”

What followed after my plea was the sound of their laughter combined and Kourtney walked around me, a look of pure disgust on her face.

“Francis, since you said you’re done with her, I’m guessing you mean there is no use for her again right?” Kourtney asked, coming to stand right in front of me. Her red-painted lips stretched into a smile that screamed of nothing but evil.

Waiting to hear Francis’ reply was like waiting to hear my death sentence and after what seemed like days, he finally answered; “I already told you, Kourtney. I’m only interested in you and she was merely a tool for me.”

My brain whirred around, and I fell to my knees with nothing to hold on to.

“Prove it,” Kourtney said in an exceedingly calm tone while I tried my best not to burst out into tears.

I could feel the slight pause in Frnacis’ reaction before he rose to his feet, coming to stand beside Kourtney.

“What is it? How do you want me to prove my love for you?” He asked in what I knew to be the gentle tone he had stopped using for me for a long time.

“I want you to kill her right here and right now,” Kourtney said and immediately, I went on high alert.

Still on my knees, I dragged myself towards Francis, grabbing the helm of his suit pants as I sobbed.

“No. Francis, you love me. Please, don’t do this. I’m carrying your child in my belly. Even if you don’t love me, at least think about your flesh and blood.”

Who would have thought this was how I was going to break the news to him but at this moment, it didn’t matter anymore.

Silence befell upon his office before Kourtney walked towards the door, leaning her back on it.

“Francis, it’s up to you now to show me how much you love me. We don’t need a third wheel our relationship, do we?” She asked, still smiling like I hadn’t just announced I was carrying his baby.

I raised my head but before I could say anything, I watched as Francis bend towards me with a mocking look and right then and there, I watched his claws extend.

“I don’t even like you, so what makes you think I’d like anything that comes from you?” Francis mocked as I felt a sharp pain right in my stomach.

“Ah,” I cried out sharply, staring down only to see that he had stabbed his claws into me, still with a smile on his face. My tears poured down like a broken dam.

I saw the satisfying smile on Kourtney’s as she watched me fight for life.

It was bitter to learn that I had spent the years of my life loving a man who only saw me as a sex object.

Only if I had the chance to be reborn again! The last thing I heard was their mocking laughter before darkness welcomed me in with open arms.