Sold off

Daciana's pov

I felt drenched in guilt being caught in that kind of compromising position with another man by my husband but it wasn't anything like that.

 "Eden please don't misunderstand the situation, I was about to fall and then he…"

 "I apologize for my wife's behaviour," my husband immediately said before I was even done talking at all and I was wondering what he was even apologizing for in the first place.

 "... I'm sure that she found a way to pester you to come out here and has been bothering you that is just how she is she likes attention from men,"

 I couldn't believe what I was hearing right now. I had been viciously loyal to this man even though he treated me like trash for the past three years and now he was painting me out to look like some kind of attention seeking whore In front of the Lycan King!

 Arnou was just looking at him, his face as blank as always, he did not even react when I jumped out of his hands and he spoke again in his usual monotone voice.

 "Alpha Eden, I feel like the one that you should be apologizing for is yourself…"

 My husband looked as if you wanted to look for the nearest hole and dig it even deeper and bury himself inside.

 "I'm sorry what do you mea-"

 "Your wife is not an attention-seeking woman, I saw how everyone was ignoring her at the conference…almost as if she was not even existing at all and that is your fault…"

 My husband's eyes widened.

 I have never seen him so flabbergasted in his entire life here probably thinking that the Lycan King would support him and honestly I had thought the same way as well.

 "Look at how she is dressed, as her husband you should have made sure that better clothes were available for her. She almost even fell because of a heel that fell from her old shoe…"

 If it wasn't for the fact that I was fully aware that he was defending me right now, I would have been totally embarrassed.

 I couldn't believe that of all people it was the Lycan King that was standing up for me like this, we had literally just met early today and he had treated me better than my husband ever did in three whole years.

 "I see, your majesty…" my husband said god even a deaf man could hear the bitterness in his voice.

 "It seems that I have neglected her a little bit but you understand that running a pack can take so much from a man an-"

 "Instead of giving petty excuses…" Arnou said placing a hand on a shoulder that must have felt like a weight with the wind my husband's shoulder immediately bent.

 "Why don't you learn to treat her right?"

 Then he leaned over since he was taller than my husband and said in a voice that was low but high enough for me to hear it from where I was standing.

"If you don't I promise you that there is someone else that will,"

 Suddenly somebody came who looked like a waiter and he told Arnou that he was needed or gently inside the conference.

  He gave me one last lingering glance that still betrayed more emotion at all and then left leaving me with my husband standing like a statue completely stiff.

I approached him cautiously feeling the fury that was bubbling through his pores and overwhelming his entire being and the moment I came close enough he suddenly raised his hand and slapped me with enough force that would have sent somebody into a coma.

 I instantly spun around and fell to the ground.

 "Eden!" I cried out in a shrill voice, I was used to the last showing of his tongue but I couldn't believe that he had actually laid hands on me like this.

My heart was pounding with fear as he hovered over me.

 "You little whore, a man gives you a little attention and you immediately spread your legs for him!"

 I stared at him with my hand on my cheek and my jaw wide open wondering if he was the one accusing me of infidelity when he had literally slept with my sister on the same floor as me and had even promised her that she was going to sleep with her on MY bed!

 Even knowing all of that he still had the audacity to stand there and accuse me of desecrating our promise!

 "I didn't spread my legs for him,"

 I said I will pick myself up.

"He only caught me when I almost fell again as I was coming out because I just needed a breath of fresh air because I was fed up with you looking at my sister as if you were married to her and not me!"

 He looks at me now and it was almost as if steam was shooting out of his ears, normally when he would see all these awful things to me I would just close my lips and even if I opened them it was only to say submissive words that would please his ears but now I had had more than enough.

 "I see that spreading your legs for another man has made you more brave!"

 He wasn't even denying his relationship with my sister while accusing me of the same crime that he was committing or most openly in front of everyone.

 "I didn't spread my legs for him, unlike you I know how to honour our vows that we made…"

 He stepped closer to me and I wondered if he was going to slap me again.

 "You ungrateful b*tch," he hissed from the bottom of his throat.

 "Instead of you thanking me for finding a way to tolerate this marriage by having someone that actually makes me happy and still keeping her in the background, you are here running your mouth…"

 The tears that I have been holding back finally burst through my eyes but he was not, he was not moved by them he didn't even care not in the slightest especially with the way he kept speaking.

 "In case you are so stupid that you haven't gotten the news yet I am the one that is tolerating you in this marriage I am the one that is putting up with seeing your ugly face everyday so if I decide to go outside to sleep with as many women as I wish you should thank me…"

 Then he came closer and it was certainly harder for me to breathe.

 "... But if you dare look at another man, I'm going to make sure that you regret it for the rest of your miserable life!"

  After saying that he held me by my shoulder and then gripped my hair bring out the rubber band and snapping it in the process and my hair fell over my face I was about so I asked him why he did that and then I realised that he probably did it to hide the bruise that had appeared on my face after he slapped me.

   "You better not end up tying up your hair again, if not I'm going to make sure that you regret meeting me and talk less of marrying me…"

 I didn't dare open my mouth, this was another side of my husband that I have never seen before. Normally he was just annoyed with me in any sort of comic way. It wasn't exactly funny but he would just act like an irritated old woman.

 However this new wrath that was coming from him actually made me scared for my life, before I had only been unhappy and sad but now I was literally worried for my well-being.

 What if this became a regular thing? And he would end up battering my body with scars and bruises anytime he got annoyed with me which was almost all the time.

  I was suddenly jolted out of my thoughts by his hand on my waist. He was grabbing me, his fingers sinking into my dress as if you wanted to rip another hole inside.

 This wasn't the way he had held my sister earlier when she had pretended to fall.

 He had heard her so gently as if she was some kind of precious ceramic doll but now he was holding me so roughly as if he actually wanted to flip me back and use my head to slam against the ground.

 "So you want to be noticed right? Don't worry for the rest of the gala I'm not taking my eyes off you for a second!"

 If this had been a conversation between normal couples this would have been swoon-worthy and romantic but rather because it was between me and my husband it made me shiver and my blood turned ice cold.

 Suddenly I wish that he was ignoring me again, but we were already past that, and then suddenly he pulled me with so much force that the other heel of my shoe gave up but he didn't stop dragging me even though my shoe was cutting into my flesh from the position that it was in now.

 Would I survive this gala