“I’m sorry, Luna Rosella,” Sasha said, dropping to her knees. “The Alpha needed my help. I couldn’t say no.”
She cried like she had been forced. Like she wasn’t just moaning and begging for more a few minutes ago. And Darius, my husband, had the audacity to pick up his clothes and order me to fix his tie.
I was crying as I helped him, but his eyes were cold.
“Stop crying. This is for the good of our family. You’ll understand one day. Everything I’m doing is for our marriage.”
No apologies. No excuses. He didn’t lie. He admitted it with pride, with certainty.
“Alpha, I’ll go home on my own,” Sasha said as she ran toward the door.
I hadn’t even finished buttoning his shirt when he pulled away and went after her.
“I’ll drive you home. My child might already be inside you. I can’t risk anything,” he said. He turned to me once. “Desmond will take you home. Take care of yourself.”
Take care of myself. Because he wouldn’t.
He couldn’t protect me anymore. Only hurt me. Until I broke.
She was already carrying his child? I did it first. Twice. But as I looked down, I saw the blood. I felt the heat between my legs. I was bleeding again.
I lost another baby.
He took her home to make sure nothing bad happened to her. Because I had once lost our first child in an accident. And he blamed me for not protecting the life inside me. But this one, I lost because of him. Not that he’d ever know. He didn’t deserve to.
I held onto the bed and cried until my voice cracked. I called out the names I had planned for our children. There were two of them. Now both gone.
“Alpha, she won’t wake up. She’s completely drained. It’ll take at least three days before she can recover. We can’t take any more blood. She’ll die,” I heard a nurse say.
I heard it even though I felt unconscious for so long.
And just like they said, it took three days before I woke up and could breathe again. It was painful, but I wanted to know if Sasha was safe. If she was, it meant they could stop accusing me. I could finally move forward with the separation papers.
I went to her. I wanted to talk, woman to woman. But when I got there, I saw them in the bed Darius made for us, holding each other like newlyweds. My heart shattered all over again.
Then I heard Sasha speak.
“I already picked the perfect names for our babies. Both for girl and boy,” she said sweetly.