THE BEGINNING: A GREAT LOSS

SOMETIMES THE PEOPLE WE THINK ARE FOR US, ARE NEVER FOR US. TO THEM, WE’RE NOTHING BUT A GOOD THING TO PASS TIME. BUT FOR US, THEY ARE OUR EVERYTHING.

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WELCOME💕🌸

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ALICIA’S POV.

People would say, to be mated was a beautiful thing. To be marked, a blessing from the moon goddess. To be crowned Luna, a total delight.

But no one talked about when you’re slowly losing your life in the name of all these almighty things they talked about. Or when you’ve lost your child, and your sanity in the spawn of 24 hours, and the so-called blessing of your mate was right in front of you, pleasuring another woman while you sat and watched it.

A tear slid off my eyes as I watched my mate, his knees on the bed and the golden haired woman who was pleasuring him on all fours, his hand full of her hair as he pushed her to choke on his dick while she made sounds that irritated me to the deepest part of my body. But what could I do? My mate has ordered me to sit, and not even the moon goddess in all her might could ask me to stand up from here.

“Look at what she does, Lina. Look at the way she pleases me. And learn.” His voice cut my thoughts short, bringing me to focus again.

A low growl escaped my lips, my eyes darkening at his words. Our son. The boy I shared with this man had just died, a maid has come in to tell us, and there was no ounce of sadness in him. Instead it seemed like he was happy about it, relishing it as he watched me go through all the pain of it.

Our son, Jason has been battling with poisoning for the past 6 months, a rare kind according to the doctors, how he contacted it, we had no idea. They’ve done everything they could, including telling the Alpha, my husband, that the boy needed help outside.

“I would not spend a dime of my money on a worthless child born by a worthless human being! If he has to die, then he dies!”

Tears pooled my eyes as I recalled his words, dropping one after the other and sliding down my face. My heart tightened on my chest, almost leaving no space for me to breathe at all. I had once been a fool, just like other people, happily marrying this man in front of me, thinking I had bagged the nicest thing only for everything to turn haywire for me.

For the past 7 years of our marriage, I have been beaten, tortured, abused and insulted. I had taken everything, thinking it was because of my inability to provide a son for him. But what happened after I provided a child, where was the love I wanted even after it?

None.

The only joy I got was from my son, my lips trembling greatly as I thought of him. Curly brown hair, his eyes sparkling brown, his smile as cute as the moonlight, he was perfection in every corner. The one given to subdue every of my sufferings, and just like that it has been snatched away from me again, plunging me more deeply into the abyss of more sufferings.

The sound of a slap returned me back to reality, anger growling deep within me as I watched my mate slap the golden haired lady’s butt, sending her off in their grand style. This was not his first time, asking me to watch him fuck a lady and after that, coming to touch me also.

I watched him climb down the bed in his full glory, drawing out a chair from the table and placing it some distance away from me.

“Did you enjoy that?” He asked, his face full with smiles.

I gritted my teeth, my pain mixing with anger. I wanted to claw my fingers on his face, shout and yell out. Make people see him as what he is, a monster in human clothing, a wicked man who cared nothing about anyone.

“Our son just died..” I said gently, my eyes boring deep into his own.

He furrowed his brows at me, “and what should I do about it? That stupid boy was bound to die sooner or later,”

I clenched my jaw, gulping with flames of anger growing within me, “our son just died.” I repeated.

He stood up from the chair, walked towards me and grabbed me by the jaw, “and what do you want me to do about it! Kill myself!”

I allowed the tears to flow freely, ignoring the pain I was feeling from his grip as I stared at him.

“You know what I think? I think it’s time to let your stupid dumb self go. You’ve been nothing but a pest to me. You and your useless son. Do you think you are worth anything?”

He leaned closer to my lips, continuing his words, “I’ve been so lenient with you and now you think you can speak about a stupid boy with me, someone I didn’t even care about.”

“He was your son! Our son!”

“Nope,” he shook his head, the corners of his lips curled up into a small smile, “he was your son. Not mine. A worthless wolfless child would never be mine. I’m Walter Drummond, Alpha of the Blood Moon pack, and no child that doesn’t have a wolf would never be mine.”

He released my jaw, slapping it to the side and sauntering off away from me. He picked up his robe, turning to look at me as he wore it, “you know what, it’s time to send you off. I don’t need you anymore.”

My heart sank, my eyes widening immediately, “what..what do you mean?”

“You know how I’ve always warned you and threatened to reject you if you try anything stupid. Well, it’ll all happen today. I’m rejecting you.”

“You cannot do this now, not now; Walter, I’ve just lost my child. I can’t lose you too now, please.” I begged hard.

I tried to stand up but the chains on my hands stopped me, “Walter! Please!”

He turned to look at me, his devilish self masked in a smirk as he buttoned up his robe. His hand ran through his hair, ruffling it up, “I’ll show you exactly what you’ve badly been craving for, you wench.”