I was already broken—ruined—drowning in loneliness. And now, even she wanted to drag me deeper.
But Tati had always been cruel to me. Always.
She grinned.
“Then if not the alpha… should I go for your husband instead?” she taunted.
My throat went dry. Her smirk deepened as she leaned in closer.
“Do it, Tasha. Help me drug the alpha to make him bed me… or else I’ll bed your husband and take him away from you.”
“Where’s Tati?” I murmured to myself while I made my way to the alpha.
He’s smiling, engaged in conversation with guests, his red tailored suit setting him apart as the man of the night. Young, handsome, and completely unaware of what’s coming. Just to be certain, I confirmed with the servants—yes, he’s the alpha.
I’m pretending to introduce myself, playing the role of a neglected wife who had no choice but to make her presence known. In my hand, the wine glistens under the chandelier’s glow, laced with the drug Tati gave me.
A veil hides my scars, a feeble attempt to mask what might repulse him. If he rejects me, I’ll be cast out before fulfilling my purpose—or worse, humiliate myself.
“Good evening, Alpha,” I say as I stop in front of him.
The crowd fades, leaving us alone. His gaze lingers, unsettled. My stomach knots, but I pushed through because this is for Tati’s threats. She’s beautiful, the kind men like Simond crave. If Nalla stole my husband, Tati could do far more.
“Happy birthday, Alpha Rome. I am…” My voice falters.
To my surprise, he smiles and extends his hand. Most people avoid touching me, as if my mere existence is contagious.
“You are?” he asks, already reaching for the wine. No hesitation, no suspicion.
I swallow hard. “Tasha Colonel. Simond’s wife.”
The last part comes out in a whisper.
His lips part slightly, whether in shock or disbelief, I don’t know. How could I, of all people, be the Beta’s wife?
I force a smile. “I’m sorry I haven’t attended your gatherings before. Please accept my gift… and my gratitude for your time.”
I start to bow, ready to turn and leave, but he catches my wrist.
“Are you sure… you’re Simond’s wife?” The doubt in his voice stings. Is it that hard to believe because I’m—ugly? I manage a stiff nod.
“Yes. Please, enjoy your night, Alpha.”