Chapter 8

'Hello love,

As you would know by now, this marriage is a huge blessing to us and the entire pack. But it's nothing close to what we aim to achieve, which will not be successful without you.

You need to carry his child as soon as possible, with no delay or excuses. There's a nice lingerie in your bag which you must've seen by now, and that should be more than enough for you to carry out the task in time. Don't go whoring around, Sara, like you did with Kai.

If you make any mistakes that would sever our plans, we wouldn't hesitate to accept the divorce and marry you off to one of the omegas in our pack.' The letter ended, just like that. And for about a minute, I stared into space, trying to restrain the anger brewing in me. Whoring around with Kai? When did I ever do that?

I hissed, dismissing my emotions, knowing she wrote all that to intentionally provoke me. Which she successfully did.

However, the sound of rain hitting the roof is what makes me hastily push the paper into the bag and rush back into the room, stripping out of the dress. The rain would no doubt cut the rest of the ceremony off, and my newly wedded husband would likely be here any second from now. And I'm definitely not interested in doing whatever the Luna intended in that letter. Never.

Minutes later, I rushed out of the bathroom to the walk-in closet to retrieve my nightwear, which was a set of pajama pants and shirt, and a sweatshirt added to it. I mean, anything to look unromantic tonight.

Returning to the room, I unlocked the door and grabbed a few spare pillows on the couch, using them to form a division in the middle of the bed. Then I lay on the left side and wrapped the duvet around, closing my eyes.

It was getting hot, but I could bear it, as long as I'm not getting touched tonight.

*****

I woke up to the rays of sunlight finding its way through the curtains and the feel of sweat running down my back. Sitting up on the bed, I let out a yawn, pushing the duvets off me and hurriedly taking off my sweatshirt.

My eyes darted to the other side of the bed, it was neatly arranged like no one was ever there. But I was sure I heard some footsteps last night and the sound of the shower running. Slipping out of bed, I walked gently to the bathroom door and placed my ear on it for a brief second to listen for any sounds. There was no one, I confirmed after pushing the door open. He must be out. A feeling of relief washed over me immediately.

I noticed the closet door was slightly ajar and upon walking in, there was a piece of paper lying on the ground. His scent was all over the place, although fading away slowly. Another certain proof that he was here last night. I think it'd be safe to say, he seemed to respect boundaries because he wasn't acting like I had no say or was some sort of object he got through wealth and power. Plus, the pillows I made as a border between the bed were still there, almost untouched. I had a little doubt last night that he would actually leave it there.

Anyway, I walked to pick up the folded paper, instantly recognizing it as the letter the Luna sent last night.

I'm trying so hard not to die of embarrassment because there was no doubt he saw it. He must've read through it and seen what a disgusting piece it was!

Oh, how much I hate my family!

A minute later, I walked out of the bathroom after soaking the paper in water and completing trashing in the best way possible. However, I see another paper on the dresser near the bed. It's neatly folded, like some kind of official letter. Or romantic letters written by couples in the old days.

I picked it up and opened it. There's a short message in it, with an unfamiliar handwriting, one that looked quite better than that of the Luna's. I gently plop down on the bed, feasting my eyes on the content.

Hey,

It's Rhett, I would've hoped you had a nice sleep, but that's something to be unsure of since you were heating almost like a volcano last night (joking). Sorry, I had to leave early. Something came up at the office and I had to sort it out urgently. Your family left already, so you have the entire house to yourself. Honestly, I would say I'm quite unsure and confused as you are, about this whole marriage thing, but we could navigate through it together, right? I'm sure we could. I can't promise to be a perfect man, a knight in shining armor devoid of flaws, but I can promise to try to be what you deserve. And I wanted to let you know your eyes aren't ugly, they're mesmerizing. And enchanting. Definitely the prettiest I've ever seen.

Your Trying Husband,

Rhett.

For about a minute, I stared blankly at the paper, frozen, unsure of how to react. But my heart did. It always does. There was a warm feeling spreading through it. A feeling of peace. Like there was nothing to ever worry about anymore. It's a strange feeling, but it's safe. It's so safe that I want to drown in it. I want to feel like this forever.

My eyes sting, tears forming in them. A heavy lump formed in my throat, and I pressed my lips into a thin line, trying to suppress the sobs threatening to escape them. My fingers were trembling and lightly squeezing the edge of the paper.

I sniffed, holding the paper to my chest. My entire body overwhelmed with several emotions. It's hard to control.

I think I fell in love.