Chapter 2

Donald’s eyes change into something I have never seen before. One second he looks stunned, like he can’t believe what just happened. The next, something dark snaps inside him. His jaw tightens, his pupils dilate, and the warmth I’ve known for the last two years vanishes like it never existed.

Before I can even take a step back, his hand shoots out and his fingers wrap around my neck so tightly that I can barely breathe.

The force of it slams me backward, my spine crashing into the wardrobe. Unbearable Pain explodes through my back and shoulders causing the air to rip out of my lungs in one sharp burst.

“Donald..!” I gasp, my hands flying to his wrist.

But He doesn’t loosen his grip.

I claw at him, nails scraping against his skin, panic surging as my feet barely touch the floor. My vision starts to blur around the edges and I quickly realize in horror that my husband is killing me.

“You stupid, pathetic, wolfless bitch! He snarls at me, “How dare you lay your filthy hands on me?!” his breath is hot against my face.

Tears spill instantly, sliding down my cheeks as I shake my head, choking on fear and disbelief. Please, I can’t breathe—” My voice comes out broken, weak.

He sneers and his grip tightens even more.

“You are Disgusting,” he spits. “Ugly. Pathetic. Weak and you don’t even have a wolf.”

Each word feels like a slap because it is true.

“I had to lower myself to talk to you,” he continues coldly, “I had to force myself to even look at you. Do you have any idea how sick you make me?”

Everything in my chest shatters.

I stare at him, eyes wide, horror flooding every part of me. This isn’t my husband. This isn’t the man I love.

This isn’t the man who used to brush my hair out of my face when I fell asleep at my desk. This isn’t the man who held me during storms because he knew thunder scared me. This isn’t the man who spoke gently, who touched me carefully, who always acted like I was fragile and precious.

Donald was always kind, Always patient, Always gentle with me

I never imagined—never—that he could be this cruel to me.

“If you ever touch me again,” Donald growls, his voice low and dangerous, “I’ll break every bone in your messed up body.”

My chest tightens painfully.

“I can’t breathe,” I choke out, barely audible. “Donald… please…”

For a split second, I think he might stop and let me go but Instead, he slams me back against the wardrobe again.

Pain rips through me, sharp and blinding. My body finally gives out, and when he releases me, I collapse to the floor like I weigh nothing.

I cough violently, gasping, my throat burning as I suck in air like I’ve never breathed before. My hands shake uncontrollably as I curl in on myself and cry.

What was happening? What kind of nightmare was this? This couldn’t be real. This couldn’t be actually happening. My husband couldn’t be this monster.

Above me, Anna starts laughing again.

“Oh, this is perfect,” she says, amusement dripping from her voice. “Look at her. Look how stupid she looks.”

I lift my head slowly, my heart aching as I glare at her.

“You found out our affair earlier than we wanted, but at least I and Donald don’t have to hide our love anymore,” she adds, smiling.

I stare at her through blurred vision, disbelief crashing into me.

“How could you do this to me? You’re...." My voice breaks. “You’re my sister Anna. My only remaining family alive.”

She rolls her eyes. “Point of correction! I’m your Step sister,” she snaps. “Let’s not exaggerate.”

The words cut deeper than I expect.

“That never mattered to me,” I whisper, my chest tight. “I loved you. I always treated you like my blood sister. Like an equal.”

She laughs sharply. “Equal?”

She steps closer, looking down at me with disgust.

“That’s the fucking problem,” Anna says. “I don’t want to be your equal. I want to be superior,” she continues. “I want everything you have.”

My head spins.

“Even though you are a weak fat, wolf less bitch, our father always chose you over me, WHY?!,” she snaps bitterly. “You were the heir. The precious one while I was barely looked at.”

“That’s not true,” I say desperately. “I tried... I always tried to include you..."

“I don’t want your fucking pity,” she cuts in sharply. “I want your place, I want your title… and, I want your husband.”

She gestures to herself proudly. “Just look at me, I’m prettier than you. Stronger than you. Better than you.” Her eyes flick to Donald. “Therefore, I deserve to be Luna,” she says firmly. “So I’m simply taking what’s mine.”

Her words feels unreal, like I’m in a horror film or a nightmare.

“This isn’t real,” I whisper, shaking. “This is a nightmare.”

Anna tilts her head to Donald. “So,” she asks casually, “what do we do with her now? We can’t let her escape now.”

My heart drops at her words.

Donald exhales slowly, rubbing his jaw like he’s considering it. “I’m not sure.”

Anna shrugs. “Why don’t we just kill her?”

Donald’s lips curl upward with a smile and Cold terror floods my veins.

“No..!” I scramble backward on the floor, my palms slipping as I try to put distance between us. “Please...Donald..please don’t do this.”

He keeps coming closer.

“Please! You need One more week,” I continue desperately. “One more week as my husband to permanently claim your place as Alpha.”

“That’s not a problem.” Anna waves her hand dismissively. “We can just kill her and hide the body,” she says easily. “Pretend she’s still on a trip to the neighboring pack.”

Donald’s smile widens.“I like that idea.” He turns, grabs a knife from the table, and moves toward me.

Panic soaks my bones and I scream desperately. “I’M PREGNANT DONALD!” The words tear out of me raw and loud, filled with panic and terror.

Everything stops and Donald freezes mid-step.

Anna’s smile disappears completely and the room goes dead silent.

My chest heaves as I sob, tears pouring down uncontrollably.

“That’s why I was in the wardrobe,” I cry. “I came back early because I got the test the result today. I wanted to surprise you.”

Donald doesn’t move. He just stares at me.

I wipe my face with trembling hands, my heart pounding so hard it hurts.

“I was rushing to tell you,” I whisper. “I thought you’d be happy.”

He says nothing and I can’t read his face. I don’t know what he’s thinking.