1. Cheating Bastard.

OCTAVIA ADLER

“Happy Birthday, baby girl!” My best friend’s voice screeched from the other end of the phone and I couldn’t help but do a happy dance.

“Did Eren call you yet?” She asked over the phone as I kept my eyes fixed on the mirror in front of me and applied a dab of lipstick.

“No, but I get it, he’s probably busy,” I responded even though deep down, I was a little bit hurt because I’d thought that he was going to be the first to wish me.

Shaking the thought out of my head, I forced a smile as I reminded myself that today, my twenty-third birthday, is the day I surprise my boyfriend with a romantic trip to Maldives.

It’s also the day I give him my flower.

“Oh! I have to go now, I’ll call you when I’m off work.” Ariel said and before I could get any more words out of my mouth, the call ended.

“Oww.” I groaned as I clutched my chest, the pain was sharp and quick and it sent frightening vibrations through my body.

What’s this pain?

Clutching my chest, the air in my room was so suffocating that I could barely breathe but after a few breathing exercises, I managed to get my breathing back to normal.

After taking a final look at myself in the mirror, I grabbed the tickets and carefully placed them in my bag before heading out to surprise my boyfriend in his office.

In all of my twenty-three years of being alive, I have never been this excited for my birthday, well, not until three years ago.

Being an orphan and a flimsy omega has done nothing but subjected me to humiliation and awful treatment from pack members.

They all made their hatred for me as visible as the sun during the day and their disgust was utterly obvious. I grew up in an orphanage home because no one would want a nuisance as a child.

I hated my birthday, every single one because I had nothing special to celebrate and after turning eighteen, I was forced out of the orphanage and I’ve lived from hand to mouth since then.

Most wolves get their mate at that age but I didn’t, I couldn’t feel the bond or anything until I turned twenty and met my boyfriend, Eren Nightingale, he had saved me from a few hungry wolves like a knight in shining armor.

Eren and I started off as friends and despite the absence of the bond mate thrill, I couldn’t help but feel like he was the one person I’m destined to spend the rest of my life with.

He never seemed to care about it too although I worry because with each year that passes, I expect the declaration from my wolf but there was none.

It didn’t matter as long as we’re in love with each other.

The plan was simple: I'm going to pay Eren a surprise visit, propose to him since we’ve been together for over three years and then enjoy a beautiful holiday together with him in Maldives.

Soon, I arrived at Eren’s company and stood for a minute in front of the building and after taking a deep breather, I made my way in. The security and receptionists did nothing to stop me.

My entire being felt stiff and the elevator became suffocating. I recognize this feeling, it’s just like the exact kind of pain I felt when I was at home.

My heart throbbed as my blood rushed, The pain was so intense, so all-consuming that my eyes could barely remain open as I staggered.

The sound of the elevator ding indicating I’d gotten to my destination sounded too loud as it rang in my ears and with the throes of my heart pounding, I forced myself out of the elevator and towards my boyfriend’s office.

Beads of sweat formed in my forehead and I could feel the sweat dripping down my temple as I walked, my legs could barely carry me anymore.

My wolf reared its head in agony, a disgusting stench hit me, causing me to stop in my tracks for a moment as I fought to catch my breath.

Why is this happening today of all days?

Forcing one foot in front of the other, I got to my boyfriend’s door and pushed it open slowly, “sur—” I was about to yell when the horrible sight that greeted me caused my heart to drop to my stomach at once.

What? What’s this? What’s going on? It can’t be.

The dark hair was too familiar and just when I was about to remain in denial, “fuck, Ariel.” Eren moaned and my eyes widened.

My heart hurts, the pain even more intense than ever as I wavered, trying to comprehend what I was seeing. My brain was in tumult, my head swirling.

Wait? Ariel, my best friend and Eren, my boyfriend.

I mean, there’s no way it’s happening. There’s no way it’s Ariel sucking on Eren’s cock.

Closing my eyes, I silently prayed to the moon goddess to let this be a dream but the pain I felt was real, my sharp claws into my palm deep enough to tell me that it was indeed real.

My best friend was giving my boyfriend a blow job!

I watched, choking with anger and frustration as Ariel focused on getting Eren off. She gagged as the thick dome of his cock hit the back of her throat but she recovered quickly.

Eren’s eyes were closed, he was fully immersed in it, his hand fisted into her hair as they wrapped around his fist and I felt cold blow the back of my neck as I watched with wide eyes and open mouth.

“Yes, that’s it. Faster. Faster.” Eren growl was animalistic as Ariel bobbed her head even faster, taking him in even deeper.

“Fuck! I’m gonna cum, don’t stop.” His eyes were closed tight but I’d be damned if I stood here and let him finish in my best friend’s mouth.

With my blood boiling, fury surging through me, I grabbed the decorative flower vase right by the door and threw it at them, although intentionally missing them, breaking them off.

“WHAT?!” I screamed at the top of my lungs, wordless with rage, simmering with anger and almost suffocating on my own anger.

“MY BEST FRIEND?!” I screamed even though I wasn’t sure if I could still call her that, the words were directed at Eren who was still staring at me with a shock filled gaze.

He was stunned, they both were, they probably didn’t expect me to catch them in the act and that just left me wondering how long it’s been going on for.

“Where are your manners?” Eren asked, his voice was irritatingly cool as he quickly recovered from the shock of seeing me and Ariel couldn’t look more unbothered.

What the hell is going on here?

“Weren’t you taught to knock on a door before coming in?” He asked zipping up and acting as though the fact that I’d just caught him cheating on me with my best friend was no big deal.

His eyes were void of any kind of remorseful expression, it was almost as though he took pride in what he had done.

“You and— and you?” I asked, I still couldn’t believe it. It was too much for me to process but Ariel only rolled her eyes as she looked away.

She had called to wish me a happy birthday and even asked about him!

“Why do you look so surprised?” Eren finally spoke, a smug look on his face, “you seriously didn’t think that our relationship was going to lead to something serious, did you?” He added.

WE’VE BEEN DATING FOR THREE YEARS!

“Oh c’mon, sweetheart, you didn’t think an alpha of my caliber would want to end up with a lowly wolf like you.” He laughed and Ariel had the nerve to join in.

“I thought you were my best friend.” My lips quivered, my anger was overwhelming but pouring it out on them wouldn’t change anything at all.

“Oh please, spare me that rubbish,” she rolled her eyes as Eren pulled her in and kissed her, “I was never your best friend, all of this, your relationship with Eren, was nothing but a bet.” She mocked.

“Although, I didn’t think you were going to be that easily swayed,” she continued, every word that came out of her mouth hit me like a sharp edged knife.

“We would have won the bet too If you hadn’t walked in on us, what are you even doing here?” She had the nerve to question, “I called and you didn’t mention coming to see Eren.” She added.

It was all too much. My brain couldn’t keep up.

“You were going to give him your ‘flower’ today weren’t you?” She asked, air quoting the word flower, “you’ve made us lose a huge bet, couldn’t you have waited for him to fuck you before trying to pull a stupid surprise?” She finished.

“You’re useless, utterly useless through and through.” Eren chimed in. My hand balled into a fist, I couldn’t find it in me to say anything.

The pain of betrayal ran deep but it felt even more humiliating to stand in front of them as they stared me down.

“You. Are. Such. A. Bastard.” I gritted, each word punctuated by my heavy breathing and before I could even think, my palm had collided with his cheek really hard.

They both looked shocked to see that I’d slapped him but I didn’t care, seeing my palm leave a mark on his face filled me with a strange satisfaction.

“WE ARE OVER!” I screamed before packing up my humiliation, self respect and ran out of his office, the building, as fast as I could.

He’s going to regret this. He really is going to regret it!