Chapter 1

Maliya's POV.

"What did you say?"

"You heard what I said, Maliya." He replied.

I laughed. It wasn't funny. Not even a little bit funny but I wasn't sure of what I was supposed to do. If I did not laugh, I would have cried and I can't have that. Not in front of him and Stella and especially not after what I just witnessed.

"You don't get to say that, Angelo. You don't. I should be the one asking for a divorce. I should be the one saying that line and not you. Do you get that?"

"Maliya..."

I walked closer to him and stopped when I was only a foot away from him and Stella. The smell of sex hanging around then repulsed me so much but I wasn't about to show them how much it affected me anyway. Angelo should be able to tell. That is what the mate bond is all about. Feeling each other's feelings, the pains, love, and even pleasure and that is why this hurts so much. I couldn’t feel it. I did not have the benefits of feeling my mate's emotions. Humans don’t feel them, just wolves.

"I have done everything in my power to make you see me. For you to even see me, look at me, and love me. I am your wife for goodness sake, Angelo, and even if that meant nothing to you, I am your mate, that has to mean something or at least that was what I thought." I paused. "I know you don't like me. I know just how you feel about me and I didn't mind one bit, I thought if I changed myself, look like the kind of woman you usually go for then..."

Stella burst into laughter. I just stopped talking and stared at her for a while waiting for her to stop laughing and share the joke with the rest of us.

She eventually stopped laughing and stared at me mockingly. "Was that why you dyed your hair?" She asked with a small laugh and I wasn’t sure if I was mistaken but I also saw my husband's mouth twitch.

Stella gasped dramatically and walked closer to me. "Don't tell me...this was why you were asking me to recommend a doctor for..."

"Stella." I interrupted her.

Her eyes twinkled wickedly and she winked at me. "Oops. Sorry, I almost let that slip."

"We were friends Stella," I said. "Or I at least thought we were friends."

"Oh, we were friends until you passed your boundaries and somehow got Angelo to marry you..."

"He is my mate, Stella. My mate. And you know, you know that I loved Angelo before we even found out that we were mates."

She shrugged. "That? I thought it was a crush and honestly, it was fun watching you fawn over him."

I sighed. I didn't even have the strength to get mad at her, I was too numb to even feel hurt by her. For me, the greatest betrayer here was my husband. At the same time, I felt like a fool, like an idiot. I have always known how Angelo feels about me, he never looked at me twice, not on our wedding day or even the first day we met and not even the day we found out that we were mates. Not even then.

"Angelo..."

"The divorce? I have the papers ready. I had them for a while now." He said. 

I shook my head. Despite the hurt, despite the pain, a foolish side of me still wants to hold on to him, scratch that, need, a part of me feels like I need him to survive.

"But...what will your parents say? They won't..."

He interrupted me again. "They are not here, are they? I will deal with that when the time comes. You don't have to worry about it." He answered.

My vision was already getting blurry with tears but I wasn't about to cry in front of them, especially not while Stella was still there.

"I understand that this was a mistake..." I said while looking at him and Stella at the same time. "And I am not mad about it. It was a mistake and I get, I can..." I was desperate here. Grasping at straws.

Angelo scoffed and walked closer to me until his body was almost plastered against mine. Of course, my body loved the fact that he was so close, even after this hurt, I still found myself moving closer to him, wanting to feel his body against mine.

"Mistake?" He scoffed right in my ear. "It was no mistake, Maliya. I don't know if it is because you are...wolfless but you should know that I heard you coming, heard your every breath, every step you took, everything. I heard it loud and clear and I still didn't see the need to stop, I enjoyed and relished the fact that you were hurting, your gasps, everything, every fucking sound you made I enjoyed every fucking thing, you know why, Maliya? You want to take a guess?" He asked.

I shook my head but it wasn't in response to what he had said, it was to stop the tears from falling but of course, I failed at that too.

"Why? What did I ever do to you?" I asked him.

He smiled and pulled back. "That is the thing, princess. You have done nothing. Absolutely nothing and that pisses me the fuck off. You are one hell of a spoilt brat, Daddy's little girl. Now, look at you, what are you going to do without Daddy dearest? I hate everything about you, Maliya. Every fucking thing and I especially hate the fact that you are my mate."

"I mean, what the hell am I supposed to do with a half-human half-wolf Luna?" He asked. It was a rhetorical question of course. "Oh wait, you are not even half-wolf, you are just human, a mere human. I have no use of you, Maliya. You are useless, completely useless." He added.

He was right, of course, he was and he certainly hadn't said anything that I hadn't heard before. Half human half wolf, an abomination, a curse. I have heard worse than this. I have heard people telling my father that he should have killed me the moment I was born, I have heard them saying that I should have died along with my mother, who died while giving birth to me. Maybe that was where the whole curse thing started from, a child that killed her mother.

It got worse when my hair started growing. It was blonde, only it wasn't just blonde, it was almost white and ridiculously long for my age. I was called a witch then, a little witch with white hair but that was bearable, I didn't mind the fact that I was called all those names, I had my dad, the only person aside from Angy who truly and really loved me and had only my best interest at heart.

The year I turned eighteen? That was even worse. Every werewolf shift on their eighteenth birthday but of course, I didn't. I didn't even get superpowers like the rest. All I got was pain every full moon.

"Maliya..."

"Break the bond," I told him.

He looked taken aback and blinked about four times? I couldn't tell.

"What?" He asked.

"Break it. Reject me. You have no use of me, a mere human, a witch, an abomination. I got the gist, Angelo. Break the fucking bond."

Stella beamed at Angelo. "Go ahead, babe. Do it, you will finally be able to get rid of her once and for all." She said.

Angelo looked at her and nodded then he looked at me and I knew he was going to do as I asked, without even fighting it.

"I, Angelo SilverMoon, Alpha of the SilverMoon pack, reject Maliya Snow Carter, as my mate. Let every bond be broken, every vow be broken, and sever whatever ties might be left between us."

It was instantaneous. The pain of the bond being severed. I keeled over grabbing at my chest like it would stop the pain but it didn't. It felt like my chest was being ripped apart and my heart was beating and racing so fast that it felt like it was going to jump out of my chest.

I need it to stop. I need the pain to stop. Stop it, please. I grabbed the railings and somehow managed to step out of the house. I kept wandering about while my energy was waning. I couldn't see where I was going, it was way too dark but all I knew was that I needed to go away from there, go as far away as possible.

The pain became so intense that I couldn't move anymore. I lay down on the floor in the middle of nowhere, hoping and praying for death to take me or maybe a wild animal.

The last wave of pain that hit me was so intense that I let out a scream or maybe it was a howl, I wasn't sure but that was the last thing I heard before everything turned black.