Second Chanced Mates

Arielle's pov

 It seemed like he had forgotten, I couldn't believe he had. I expected him to and he didn't surprise me 

 It had been three years already since I walked down the aisle and exchanged vows with my mate Leon, the Alpha of the blood Moonstone pack.

I had leaped out of my room to go and greet him at the door of his own since we both slept in separate rooms despite being married and mates. He couldn't stand me, so I repulsed him greatly.

 "Good morning, Leon, did you sleep well?" I greeted him, trying to sound cheerful.

 He responded, muttering incoherent words with a frown on his face. All I could make out was something about staying out a little late, which was strange because Leon never tells me about any of his businesses. I didn't get to dwell so much on it as the door got slammed in my face.

My legs refused to budge as I looked at the door that was slammed against my face, with the blaring thoughts in my head that were as loud as sirens, truly, he had forgotten.

 I was wearing this red lingerie which I had gotten for three years as a wedding gift but I was always too embarrassed to put it on.

Maybe if he saw me in this he would want me as much as I wanted him. Yes, I was sex-starved, Leon had never touched me, not even when I had managed to grow the balls and made the first move. The last time I did, he pushed me so hard that I fell on my butt and couldn't walk properly for two days.

 And besides that tomorrow was our pack's annual gala and I had to come with him as his Luna. It broke my heart that the only time he ever wanted to come out with me was when it was compulsory, for the others to see, I wasn’t worth looking at anyway, he made that clear.

 After we got married, things had changed drastically for us- for me. He had become so cold to me as if we were nothing more than strangers that had been forced into an arranged marriage, like we had not nurtured this relationship since high school and watched it bloom.

Three years had passed and it seemed like things were getting worse everyday. I could feel it withering away like fetid flowers 

 But I love him so much and I wanted our relationship to work. I needed it to work!

 Now my skin shivered, and I shifted on my bed, the cool night breeze caressed me, my cheeks were as red as roses as this pinkish,smooth transparent fabric slid on skin, over my lingerie. 

 My eyes darted over to the wall clock and anxiety wrapped it fingers around my neck like steel making it hard for me to even breathe if he spent any longer I was going to put on my robe and just sleep.

For a brief foolish moment I interchange the thoughts that maybe he was actually getting me a wonderful present for our anniversary. Shame should have washed over me for dreaming too much but it didn’t 

Suddenly I hear his voice coming from the hole where my heart made up which leaped with joy.

 I ignored all senses and ran like I was being chased until I got to the door and flung it open.

I should have stayed in my room, I should have worn my robe and I should have slept off, I wasn’t prepared for what I saw.

It made my tongue dry for words, and I just gaped there for a couple of seconds like an idiot, an idiot that I was and would always be

I was broken out of my state of shock by my sister's screeching laugh which was just as pleasant as hearing nails run across a chalkboard or a cackling of vultures 

 "Oh, Arielle, I didn't know that you were here," She said innocently but in a mocking tone with her hand on my husband's shoulder like she was claiming her territory, like she was the one who had exchanged vows with him and not me.

 I was too engrossed in staring at Zoey that it took me time to notice that he was glaring at me and the anger in his face seemed to be conflicted with annoyance or disgust, that was when I realised that I had been so excited that I hadn't even bothered to cover up myself before rushing out.

 I wrapped my arms around my body but it barely hid anything, especially my shame. I had never felt so self-conscious, I bit hard on my lip.

 He looked like he was about to throw up and I wanted to dig a hole and bury myself inside.

 "What are you wearing?" The disgust that laced his voice was enough to make me flinch but I was surprised I didn't.

 I bit harder at my bottom lip thinking that nothing could make this moment even more embarrassing but then my sister Zoey walked over and tried pulling my hands away.

 "Lee…" She called him by the nickname that she had coined for him, almost purring like a cat.

“Awww she obviously wore this for you ! Come on, Sis, show him the goods!" she was trying to hold back her laughter but failed miserably.

 I was so angry with the way she was acting that I pushed her away and almost immediately my mates had reached forward to grab her by her waist and he glared at me again.

 He couldn't even bother to veil his disgust at all.

 "I hope you don't end up embarrassing me by wearing something like this tomorrow…" he paused like he was thinking but decided against it.

 My eyes were glued to the floor because I couldn't even dare look at him now without bursting into tears and then he walked past me with my sister.

 I gathered up some courage and ask them what they were going to do. That was a dumb move, I know but it was all my brain could think of.

 Zoey laughed and then she turned to my husband with a smile that almost passed her ears. 

"Well, aren't you going to tell her what we are going to do Leon?" She had a devilish glint in her eyes

 He grunted and without even looking back he said.

"We are going to be looking at the details for the security for tomorrow's annual gala make sure that you don't disturb us," It was a warning, he didn't hide it.

 I watched them head toward his study, I quickly crawled back into my room before somebody else would come down the hallway and see me in basically nothing but my underwear.

 The moment I closed the door behind me I melted on the floor with tears and sobs that shook my entire body. 

After a while, I was finally able to pick myself up and I went to my wardrobe changing into my normal baggy worn-out pajamas that looked like potato sacks over my body.

 It didn't make any sense at all. Why was he even discussing anything like that with my sister? And not me, his wife?

 What did she know about security that made it necessary for them to go to his study privately when most of the preparations had already been concluded?

 Dreaded thoughts pass through my mind but I immediately buried it in the back of my thoughts. 

There was no way that Leon would do that to me.

Or could he? No no no, that wasn't poss

 He said that they were going to talk they were just talking!

 Would I be too surprised if they were doing something more? My sister never really cared about my feelings because the truth is that I was actually the adopted daughter of the alpha of the moon crystal pack.

 My dear sister never failed to remind me that I didn't belong in their family and possibly not even in the pack either, she would bully me every single day and make sure that I ended every night with tears on my pillow.

 To say that I hated her with every fabric of my being was a huge understatement.

 Now I just wish that she would stay away from my husband.