Threats.

Evelyn's POV

My heart beat faster as I reread the text.

Run? What did that mean? Was it Raven? Was she trying to threaten me into leaving Cyrus?

"No," I shook my head, sniffing. "He's mine! Cyrus is mine!"

I sent him a series of texts, demanding where he was and reminding him that he was supposed to have dinner with me.

I got nothing in response, so I waited.

By ten that night, my husband walked in, reeking of Raven's scent.

"You're late," I sniffed, not moving an inch from where I was.

He ignored me, ready to walk upstairs.

"I made dinner."

"It's late," he replied gruffly. "I had dinner already.”

"With Raven," I spat, and heard him growl.

I could hear the maids creeping out of their rooms, probably ready to witness another one of the many scenes of us arguing.

"It's late, wife. If you're not eating, then go to bed.”

"My name is Evelyn!" I yelled, rising from my chair and storming over to him. "And I am your Luna. Your wife. Not that crazy woman!"

He stopped in his tracks, staring at me in surprise before glaring at me. His voice when he spoke was dangerously low. "Don't you dare call her crazy ever again!"

Tears I couldn't hold back, fell and streamed down my cheeks.

"She's threatening me," I cried, holding up my phone. "Do you see the messages she sent to me? She's threatening me to leave you, she's not a saint."

He peered at the phone and laughed harshly. "That's not even Raven's number. Nice try. You're every bit as manipulative as your father."

He shoved past me then, pushing me aside. I stumbled to catch myself before I hit the ground. The sound of his boots clicking against the stairs told me the conversation was over.

Weakly, I gripped a nearby pillar, placed my head against it, and sobbed my eyes out. Of course, he didn't believe me. What would happen if I told him I was pregnant then?

After crying for what seemed like forever, I picked myself up and went to bed. Cyrus slept on his side of his bed, his back turned against me. He was shirtless, the lines of the muscles of his back rippling told me he wasn't asleep yet.

How could anyone so beautiful be so cruel? How could I love him despite it all?

How could I still want him?

The first and last time Cyrus had touched me was barely three months ago. He had come back from home way earlier than I had expected. I had just stepped out of the bath and hadn't bothered with a towel when he walked in.

I could still remember the look in those green eyes, how he had seemed mesmerized. His lips had been ardent and demanding. He had been gentle when he figured it was my first.

And everything was perfect.

Until I woke the next day and was stunned to the core by his rejection.

With a bitter smile on my lips, I slipped into bed. I would have to tell him about our baby.

But not today.

The next morning, Cyrus had left home by the time I woke up. I tried making breakfast but the smell of eggs had me nauseating so I ended up with cereal again.

"You should eat more," Maria, our old cook scoffed when I reached for the cereal. "Something good enough for you and the baby."

I paused, staring at her in disbelief. "H-How did you know?"

Marie gave me a kind smile and, mixed up another pancake batter without eggs. "I have six daughters, Luna. I know when a woman is pregnant."

I chuckled, chowing down the cereal on my plate.

"Does the Alpha know?"

I paused, trying to bite back the tears.

"Oh child," Marie sighed, reaching across the kitchen island to stroke my hand. "You have to tell him."

"And what if he hates the child? What if he treats our baby as bad as he treats me?" I sobbed. "Why does he treat me so awfully, Marie?"

"It'll be fine." She consoled. "The Alpha is just in a bad place at the moment. He'll realize he has you and doesn't need anyone else."

"When?" I sniffed, my eyes swollen and achy from crying.

"Soon," Marie replied.

I didn't want 'soon'. I wanted it now. I had spent the first eight months of my marriage sharing my husband with some other woman.

And I was sick of it.

After breakfast, I spent two hours making lunch for Cyrus. It was an excuse to see him at work. I had only been there once and he had embarrassed me before his workers, and before Raven.

It didn't help matters that she was his secretary.

I tied my blonde hair up in a bun, slipped on a flower dress, and with the lunch I made in my hand, I made my way down to his office.

The Eclipse group of companies had always been run by the Alpha of the pack. A multi-billionaire company that allowed Cyrus the pride and glory he had.

"Hello, I'm here to see my husband," I informed the receptionist.

She ushered me quickly to the elevator. "It's the top floor, ma'am."

Halfway to the top floor, the elevator stopped suddenly and the doors slid open. A man with a face cap shielding his face walked in. Just as the doors closed, he moved, quickly.

I barely had time to dodge his hits. He shoved me against the elevator walls. I hit my head pretty hard, gasping for air when he kicked me in my belly and stepped out of the elevator.

"No," I wheezed, losing balance and crashing to the floor. Something hot trickled down my legs and the smell of blood filled the air. "No! My baby. Not my baby!"

I lay helplessly on the ground, bleeding when the elevator reached the top floor and pinged open.

The sound of my husband's laughter along with Raven's reached my ears while I lay there, slowly losing consciousness.