Annie’s POV
“You’re pregnant,” the doctor says.
“I’m pregnant,” I whisper in awe more so to myself than the doctor. I instinctively bring my hand to my belly.
"Yes, you are. Congratulations." He hands me the B-Ultrasound picture. I study the small black blob on the granny photo and I can’t help but let the tears fall from my eyes. The picture indicates so much more than a baby. They are my future and past staring back at me; my future with Eric and the pack, and my past as his unrequited lover.
My throat struggles to form the necessary sounds to tell the doctor that I has waited for this moment since Eric’s cold, careless eyes stared deep into mine and chose me. “Thank you,” I manage in a breathy whisper. The doctor is quite handsome—, not like Eric, but close enough.
I wonders briefly what our child would look like. I hope he or she would have Eric’s eyes, so beautiful and green they hurt to look at. I carefully place the photo in my bag and am ready to surprise him at our anniversary dinner tonight.
The hallway is busy with nurses and rolling carts, but I hardly notice any of it. I am flying.
Then, I smell something familiar, and my heart stops.
Since birth, we all develop a specific scent that strengthens when we mate as a way to locate each other. I've been told my smell is lavender. Eric always smells like wood and vanilla in bourbon, my favorite perfume.
So why am I smelling him there? I cock my head to get a better scent. Yes—he is in the hospital, and close by.
Not just him, a different scent too, familiar and horrifying all at once. My heart drops into my stomach. I feel my skin prickle, and a low growl erupts at the base of my throat.
I quickly bring my hand to my mouth, stifling a gasp. Is that Mia? She’s back in the pack?
But that isn’t what really caught my attention. I stare, open mouthed, at her swollen belly and the man carefully holding her, his deep green eyes gentle. It is Eric, my husband, and Mia, Eric’s first love.
All the nurses stop to stare at them, and it is no wonder. Together like this, they look like a couple in a magazine, so deeply in love that everything else fades around them. I dodge behind a plant and casually take out my phone to look busy. It’s not usually a good sign when a flock of medical professionals gather around something.
“So lucky to have found such a handsome husband,” One nurse says popping some bubble gum into her mouth. The rest of the nurses murmur in agreement and I wait to smell Eric’s guilt and expect to hear Eric refute their statements, but when the silence continues my jaw drops in shock.
I peer over the greenery and watch as Eric carefully supports Mia, having one arm scooped around her waist. My blood turns to ice. I should confront him now. But I don’t. As Luna, I know better than to make a scene and publicly embarrass my husband. My stomach twists. I place my hand over my mouth instinctively, willing my breakfast to stay inside.
So she's back now. Even though they aren't fated mates, Mia has always tried to make it work between them. Even she knows I’ve always had a crush on Eric. How could I not? Aside from the fact that’s he gorgeous, he’s a true leader. Above all, we actually are fated mates. When Mia left the pack and I felt like I could take a deep breath.
Eventually, Eric finally sought to kindle a relationship with me. He isn’t good at expressing himself, but his actions speak louder than words, which is why when he proposed I was ecstatic.
Still, I’ve always wondered if he was just waiting for Mia to come back and only married me out of duty. I’ve been able to push those thoughts down and assumed if I behaved as the perfect wife, and now mother, he would come to see that fated relationships are a blessing.
But seeing them together now. Well, they look like a happy couple. I leave the hospital, never even being noticed by either of them and walk the rest of the way home in a daze. What did I just see?
I open our familiar, red-paneled front door and toss my keys on the foyer table and bring my hands to my temple and rub. My head throbs. I feel as if the reality I’ve been living in has just started to crumble like I’m sleepwalking. No. It can't be true.
I head up the stairs to take a cold shower, something to give me a good slap in the face. I open the door to the master bedroom and startle myself. I almost forget I has decorated the room with rose petals for Eric. It has taken me all morning to decorate, but the joyous scene feels hollow after what I've seen. I breathe a heavy sigh into the silence of our home. My body refuses to relax.
The hair on the back of my neck is still raised, ready for a fight. For a sickening moment, that image of Mia, nestled into Eric’s arms at the hospital flashed inside my mind.
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A creak--The bedroom door opens. Eric stands in the doorway, his broad build, filling up the frame. Despite knowing what I saw, my heart still flutters when I see him. Damn him for being so handsome. It’s painful.
I watch him as he scans the room realizing the romantic gesture I had set up for him. I can’t tell if he likes it, and I could kick myself for hoping that he does.
I always thought if I was kind to him, he’d warm up to me just like he had with Mia, but the icy chill only grew stronger. In my bedroom, I suddenly understand why. He never loves me for me.
I touch my belly, feeling the small bump with my fingertips. What about the baby? My hands make the decision for me. I hide the pregnancy picture in a drawer, my heart hammering in my chest. I can smell him before I see him. My heart lurches in my chest. Even after everything, I still love him. His mouth-watering scent grows stronger as his shadow walks closer to me.
Without saying a word, he slips his arm around my waist and cups my body into his. He presses his warm lips against the curve of my neck and rather than melt in to him as I usually do I go cold at the realization he’s only ever interested in me before we make love. Either uncaring or unaware of my lack of interest, Eric pulls away ever so slightly, and dangling from his free hand is a large amulet. Without asking if I even like it, he slips the jewelry around my neck and begins to undo his shirt.
There’s no love, no warmth and no, I am not giving him any sensual energy to work with either. But he doesn’t seem to even care.
As he comes towards me for another kiss, I turn my head.
“What’s wrong?” Eric asks more curious than concerned. He hates to be disturbed, and I am not in the mood to fight. Before I can think of an excuse to say something, his phone buzzed, and his eyes lit up. He leaves the room in a hurry, but not before I see the caller ID.
Mia. My stomach swoops again.
“She’s pregnant with your child, isn’t she?” I call out. Eric is halfway into the kitchen. I can see the beautiful, shapely muscles in his back tense.
His eyes are cold, but his scent tells a different story. There is a hint of emotion in it, but I can't tell if the feeling is guilt or love.
“It’s none of your business,” he says. Something raged inside of me. I deserves better than this. He makes me do this.
I stand, my heart leaping into my throat. But my words are unbreakable.
“I want a divorce.”
Annie’s POVEvery muscle in Eric’s back tenses up. I brace myself for his reaction, whether that might be apathy, amusement, or anger. Unfortunately, I don’t expect him to be apologetic.Eric has never apologized to me once in his life. Instead, he either buys me something expensive or turns the situation around to where I’m apologizing to him. God, please don’t let this be one of those situations. I already wish I could take the words back and it be as if I never said them. I’ve never known anything but my love for Eric. What am I going to do without him? I almost begin to backtrack, but Eric grabs my wrist and fear constricts my voice.Seething with anger Eric gets close to my face. “Don’t be ridiculous, Annie.” He growls through gritted teeth, “If this stupid necklace isn’t enough, I’ll buy you the latest haute couture dresses,” His breath is hot like fire.I’ve never seen him this angry and that’s probably because he’s never been rejected before. Still, I stare back at him in disb
5 Years LaterRenee’s POVI stand before the mirror and put on the finishing touches of my makeup. I click on the cap of the lipstick and take a step back. My reflection catches me by surprise. I stare at the woman in the mirror and like what I see.No longer is there a timid and submissive wife. The woman in the mirror is bold, her blonde hair and red lipstick is wild and sexy. Annie would never consider being blonde, it would stand out too much.Renee on the other hand welcomes her accentuated striking features.I may have the same face as I did five years ago, but somehow I look more alive. I feel more alive.Just then, I catch a glimpse of part of my life waltzing into the room through the reflection in the mirror. “Mommy!” Debbie exclaims, wearing the dress I designed, though she’s more like swimming in it as the tail trails behind her.I spin around and cock my head, “Well don’t you look beautiful,” Debbie gives a half twirl and a full smile.“Thank you very much, but this is for
Third Person POVEric and Andrew stand gobsmacked for a moment. Did she just ask what I think she asked? Eric wonders to himself, while Andrew just starts cackling.Just then the old woman reaches them and Eric’s gaze hardens. "You should really keep track of your young," Eric reprimands Margaux. He looks her over and decides to leave out his comment that he is surprised she could even have children at her age.The harshness of his tone and his strong aura startle Margaux. She puts her hands on her hips. "What are you doing?" Margaux asks Debbie breathlessly."I wanted to go see my mom," Debbie chimes in causing everyone’s eyes to fall on her."She's at a party. The--" she scrunches her nose, trying to remember, and Eric thinks he has never seen anything cuter. After a second, she perks up and exclaims, "Mama's at the Blue Moon welcome party!'"Really,"Eric smiles,"Well that's where we are going now. Do you want to come with us?" Debby nodded furiously. "Let's go! I'll introduce you to
Renee’s POV"Seriously," I laugh out loud. The old me would have slinked off, tried not to make a scene. But not the new me. The new me isn't going to let Mia get away with this.People begin to crowd to see what’s going on. The pressure comes to a boiling point. Luckily, Eric hasn't noticed me cause l want nothing to do with him after what he did to me. I can’t let Eric see me and I can’t let people think that I’m a fraud. I spent half a year making this dress and aside from Debbie it might be the only other thing in my life that I’m proud of.l level a look of pure apathy at her. "You can't just blatantly steal my design like that-and then expect people to believe your obvious lies just because you know the CEO," I reply. Mia starts spluttering, but I just keep going. "This dress is the original. We could look at the applications to the New Designers Competition, or you could just look at you haphazardly added lace as an overlay, the uneven hemline, and your neckline is a sloppy swee
Renee’s POVMy heart slams against my chest as Eric’s grip on my wrist tightens. His eyes bore into mine and my instinct is to break eye contact, he is the Alpha after all. Staring directly into his eyes is a sign of dominance, which is exactly why I can’t look away.He holds my gaze while he uses his fated mate abilities to sense me, and even though we were once bonded, it still feels invasive."How is this possible? Where is your wolf?" Eric asks, his tone, a mix of anger and confusion.I lift my chin and narrow my eyes. “I’m wolfless.” Hearing myself say this with such certainty suddenly makes the statement become true. Eric must believe me because a flash of self-doubt crosses his face until he casts a glance at Debbie and I notice his thoughts running wild.“Are you trying to sexually harass me by not letting me go?” I spit at him, which is enough to yank his attention back to me before he can see the resemblance of himself to Debbie. He holds back a look of shock and just as quic
Renee’s POVAndrew's words hang in the air, the silence growing more uncomfortable. I open my mouth to protest or at least act confused but it’s Mia’s voice who comes out instead.“What are you talking about? Annie has been dead for five years.” I try not to brash at her statement. I find myself looking at Eric to see how he reacts and I’m surprised to see that his eyes are casting a warning look at Mia.Mia’s shoulders droop ever so slightly as though Eric‘s words physically knocked her down. “My name is Renee,” I say, hoping my introduction squanders Andrew’s claim of who I really am.This time Eric brings his eyes to me and I feel myself flush, and I can only hope I don’t look as hot as I feel. “Yes, Renee, my name is Eric I wanted to discuss your résumé and your dress entry for our design competition.”Eric shakes my hand and when he does it is as if those five years of not touching one another haven’t happened.I smile politely and nod, forcing myself to relax. However, when Eric
Renee’s POVI unlock the front door to my house. Before I turn the handle, I close my eyes and take a deep breath, trying to shake off today’s encounter. I can’t help but feel that I got away just by the skin of my teeth.I push open the door, just wanting to be inside and shut off the rest of the world.“Mommy!” Debbie comes running down the hall and wraps her arms around my thighs, almost knocking me over despite her size. I swear sometimes the love inside her is even bigger than she is.“Hi girly,” I say and kiss the top of her head. Just then Margaux comes walking out the kitchen.“Thank you,” I tell her for watching Debbie. “How was she?”“Good, of course. You know that,” Margaux says with a grandmotherly smile. “I must go though, it’s bingo night!” I laugh and open the door for Margaux. Honestly, Margaux has been a better partner than Eric ever has.She’s great with Debbie and actually appreciates that she’s frail since Margaux herself isn’t her once youthful self, she says and s
Renee’s POVA whirring noise sounds overhead and then the lights begin to flicker back on and just as quickly as they do, I let go of Eric‘s very expensive suit. Though he can afford a new dress shirt, I know that my cold sweat is going to leave a stain on his imported silky fabric.I murmur an apology and smooth out my own dress, trying to avoid Eric’s questioning gaze. He suddenly grabs my arm, sending a jolt of electricity through my body. Too stunned to reply, I look at him with shock.“What was that about?” Eric asks with a hint of accusation in his tone.My gut is screaming at me, telling me that he’s only asking because he knows about my condition, or rather Annie’s condition. “I’m just afraid of the dark,” I tell him as coolly as possible despite my very uncool reaction.Eric narrows his eyes, searching for a tail that I’m lying. Before he can question me any further, I try to yank my arm free without any success. “Are you mistaking me for someone else again? Who do you think I