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SIMONE.

 

“It's not so big of a deal. She rides better than you do!” Those were the first words that seeped through Marcel's lips.

 

 

I glanced up, passing him a frown, hair to toe, my eyes lingering on the messy situation he was in at the moment, a hand against his cock and his cum still slipping off his palms.

“You bloody lied to me, Valerie i trusted you with everything; you are my sister, and you've been fucking my mate.” I asked, still yelling, My heart squeezed in my chest, but after the pitiful act, I felt instant hatred towards them. I launched towards Eleanor, who remained mute but was thrown off my marcell.

 

His cum stained hands grabbed forcefully onto my neck, and all I saw was bitterness and anger in his eyes. 

 

“Are you crazy? Do you want to harm the child?” He asked right on cue, and valerie  parted her lips as if to speak but then hesitated.

 

"Did you get pregnant for him?" You are his mistress?” I asked again, and this time she stood to her feet, wrapped a thin sheet of linen over her body.

 

“Are we blood related? Simone, stop making everything all about you; besides, I didn't ask him to come to me. We make a better couple than you will ever do; it's not my fault you can't get pregnant, and all this won't stop anything. You are barren, and that's the truth.” 

 

Valerie's words struck me by surprise; I never knew what friends were from the fear of betrayal, but nothing hurts the most, my step sister, having those words said to me. That was the highest level of betrayal anyone could make.

 

Before pulling closer to me, Marcel let go of his grip on his dickey and wrapped a towel around his waist.

 

"I, Marcel Gerald, reject you, Simone Meyers, as my mate.” 

 

I stared at him blankly, cracking within myself. I fought hard to have my tears held back in 

 

“Three years of marriage. Three bloody years... three years of being your mate, putting up with your crap, and this is what you do?” I asked, and a scoff eased through Valerie's lips, responding to my words.

 

“I've been with him for just the same three years; why is it such a big deal? You only got married to him because our father wanted it, and now he chose me.” Valerie  asserted.

 

She has been with him for three years. 

Marcel had been having a good time with my sister even before our marriage.

 

"I, Simone meyers, accept your rejection." I responded with a glare, putting up every fiber of restraint I could. felt insane desire if given the chance, to maul those eyes from Valerie's head, but she was right; we had different mothers and fathers; we were raised the same way; her father had taken me in as we were born on the same day; yet we weren't related. she remained the true daughter to the alpha, I was nothing but adopted.

 

“I will have my revenge, I promise you!"“ I snapped, passing them both a stone-cold glare before storming out of the room.

 

I ignited my car once more; I needed an escape from reality. All I needed was a drink. I found out my mate had been in an affair for years with my twin sister, and she was pregnant with him.” My heart shattered a billion times and over, yet I dared not voice my worry or pain. Being weak had gotten me nothing so far; it wouldn't matter; I was done being weak and useless; it was time I made a change in my life, but first off, a drink was necessary.

“Where are you, Simone?' My father's cold and daring voice called out through the mindlink. A frustrated groan escaped my lips.

 

“It doesn't matter..get back home now; you are to get married in place of your stepsister... The Lycan king would be here tomorrow for you; we don't want to keep him waiting.” Having said a piece of his mind, he disconnected the mind link while an erratic laughter eased through my lips.

 

No one gave a fuck about me... It wasn't that I mattered anyway; my parents, the entire pack, they all knew about the affair. Everyone but me. 

 

***

 

My senses were jumbled up, my focus scattered, but I was no fool; I knew something was off. A strange man seated in the corner of the bar, the blue in his orbs had shone in my direction, and after I walked into the bar, his gaze remained pinned on mine.

 

Everyone had been glaring at me with low whispers; I didn't mind; I was the mate to their alpha, weak, and barren , who had gotten married to a man who kept an affair with her foster sister. What was that to not gossip about?

 

I'm in my drunken state. I whipped out my finger at the bartender while a light laughter eased through my lips.

 

“They look good together.” I admitted it for the first time, and tears streaked off my cheeks while I ordered more drinks. I took several shots. I could barely think after a total of three tequila bottles, but I felt the urge to pee.

 

My legs failed me; I went tumbling across the floor, yet no one had bothered helping me. Slowly,  yet after several failed attempts, I stood to my feet.

 

“Are you okay, miss?” A voice finally asked; his face was hidden, he had Cap on, and I remained in his hands, yet I could only stare at the plump, moist lips of his curve into a devilish grin.

 

“Your fucking off hand, me,” I snapped, not caring that he had been the one who helped me to my feet's.

 

He held his grip on me, and he slowly began to move my back. I wasn't sure what it was about; I didn't care much anyway; he couldn't murder me in a room full of people. But then I glanced around. And then it dawned on me: it was just him and me alone in the bar; the bartender didn't seem to pay much attention to either of us.

“What do you want?” I asked coldly, my feet wobbling as I fell into his chest, surprised to see the broadness and thickness they bore.

 

I swallowed hard, and I could still see orbs, Bright's blue, or perhaps brighter, boring into mine.

 

“You don't look too good; it bothers me." He responded. I felt his palm graze across my cheeks for a while. I bit down on my lips subconsciously; his mere touch sent tingles down to me.

 

Unspoken tension lies between us, our eyes mixed into each other for a moment. I gagged on reflex, feeling the nausea from the alcohol hit me. 

 

He swept me off my feet on cue, helping me with haste into the bathroom, my head pinned against the sink while I retched continuously. Finally,  I wiped off my face to glance back at the man who stood before me, gentle to the brim, not saying a single word.

 

“I booked a room; I'll tuck you in, then leave.” His tone was curt and his decision final; something about the way he spoke made my skin crawl from excitement; I didn't want to defy him. 

 

I followed behind him, my feet wobbly and my head still banging. I missed a flight of stairs, and he held me up, lifting me into his arms until we were finally in the room.

 

“Wait…” I asserted, holding a clutch on his wrist, seeing how he was about to leave.

 

“Is there anything you want from me?” His voice was soothing, the baritone in them sounding husky and attractive.

 

I swallowed, not wanting to make a fool of myself, but once again the pain of betrayal sank into me as tears ran down my cheeks.

 

“Stay with me; I don't want to be alone.” I offered, my voice thinning out, but at the end, he had a curious and amazed glint in his eyes, but said nothing and slowly made his way toward the edge of the bed.

 

“He cheated on me... It wasn't my fault that I couldn't give birth; I'm not infertile, but he cheated on me with my sister; she is pregnant; you know they've been having an affair for three years, and I knew nothing of  it." I asked,

 

Silence heavy in the air, I felt foolish for pouring my entire heart into a stranger, but I was desperate. I needed someone who wouldn't judge me.

 

“Don't cry, princess... It doesn't suit you; being weak doesn't suit you,” he asserted. I tensed up as he stroked my chin fondly, grazing his thumbs over my tears and wiping them off. I didn't feel repulsed by this act; it made me relaxed.

 

“I'm nothing but weak, an omega from birth; I believe my marriage was perfect, but you know what now? Even my parents don't give a damn about me; I'm being sold... I'll be tossed aside to the Lycan king... THE LYCAN KING..." I repeated, stuttering as I spoke, my heart shattering in my chest accompanied by a feeling that twisted my guts. 

 

“It can't be that bad; wouldn't you want to get away from this place? After everything?” He asked, and I smiled meekly, sniffing hard.

 

“He's a monster. Everyone knows he's a monster. What use is being so powerful if no one loves him? Rumours say he's cursed... Some say he looks ugly and can't walk in the daytime, but it doesn't make a difference; he's a monster. I don't want to end up with someone like that.” I buried my head against his chest after speaking.

 

All I got was a little Sigh  from him; he patted my head slowly and ran his fingers into my hair.

 

“This monster…. You want me to save you? You don't want to be with him?“ He asked again, pulling away from me slowly. I nodded, matching my gaze with his.

 

“I'd do anything not  to end up with him, but it's too late now; nothing can be done.” His plump. Moist pink-shaded lips settled on mine just as I had finished speaking.

 

I felt his fingers ran  beneath my dress and clasped  to my back. Our lips flipped across each other and tongue as well before he finally pulled away, leaving me hungry for more while panting heavily. 

 

“I will do anything for you... But don't cry again, princess; I'll protect you.” I wasn't sure he understood all I had said.

 

But I didn't care.

 

I felt his weight on me, his lips sending trails of wet kisses across my earlobes and down my neck while I moaned beneath him.

 

His fingers parted my laps, and I felt him rub his thumb on my wet cunt. . I moaned from pleasure, arching up my back.

 

He worked his way beneath them and slowly slid  in his fingers. I could hear his light whimpers as his already hard dick twitched in his pants.

“I want you. Do you want me?” He asked. Such attraction this man had, even his voice did things to me. I had lost my voice from merely looking at him, and all I did was nod slightly. He pulled down his pants. My gaze widened from shock seeing his already erect cock.

 

He was freaking huge, and I suddenly became self-aware; it might hurt... It's been a long time, Marcel, and I had any form of intimacy.

 

“If it hurts, bite my shoulders that way I would stop; now spread your legs for me, princess,” he whispered, his voice arousing me the moor, and I felt him thrusting into me while a loud moan escaped my lips.