Chapter Six

Whoever said bad things come in threes, was a liar. 

I wish that were true right now, because this last week, bad thing after bad thing has happened to me, and I don't know how much more I can take. I have just about reached my limit for life changing and traumatic events.

And the universe wasn't done with me yet, apparently.

You are my Luna, and I thought you should see this. 

I was still staring at my banking app when a text popped up suddenly. It's from a number I don't have saved, and they've sent a video.

My husband, standing in front of the medical wing, sliding what looks to be a very big rock on May's finger. They're still wearing the same clothes they wore to the ceremony. This had to be just taken. She was hurt enough to be laying in a hospital bed twenty minutes ago, suddenly she had enough energy to be flouncing around with another woman's husband?

"Congratulations on your rebirth with your new pack." I swallow thickly as he smiles down at her warmly, and pulls her against his chest for a hug.

I can feel tears dripping from my eyes, and anger building in my chest. I stand up, leaving my phone on the ground and approaching a picture of Killian and I on our wedding day. It sits on a small table beside the front door, in a silver frame. 

I pick it up, glaring a little at the smile on my face. 

"You are not who I thought you were." I mutter to the picture when my eyes move onto Killian. "Dammit!" I scream suddenly, whipping around and throwing the picture as hard as I can across the room. It shatters against the wall, glass flying everywhere. There's a small hole in the wall now too. "Just great." I mutter, stomping over to the damage I'd done. "Something else that's ruined!" I know I'm being rash and a little dramatic as I slam my fist into the wall, doubling the size of the hole, but I can't stop myself.

I'm so goddamn angry right now.

Angry that Killian would do this to me, after everything I've done for him. After everything we promised each other, and all the times I've helped him when no one else would. What, now that he had it all, he was just going to push me aside?

"What? What do you want?" I laugh bitterly, tears still streaming down my face, as my phone starts to ring from where I'd abandoned it. I let it ring for a moment, closing my eyes and taking a couple of deep breaths before turning away from my mess and walking to my phone.

"What?" I snap when I finally answer it. I hadn't even checked who it was when I'd answered.

"Everly?" I'm a little startled when it's Killian's voice on the other line.

"Oh, it's you." I say flatly.

"Yes... I need you to do something." I roll my eyes. Of course you do, because you're a helpless man child, apparently.

"And what's that?" I ask bitterly. I can hear the hesitation in his voice when he speaks again.

I was starting to lose my composure about this whole May thing, and I think Killian was finally noticing. 

"Beatrice, she's in trouble again. I got a call from the Barron pack's Beta; she crossed into their land last night and he found her passed out in their wine cellar. I guess she drank the Alpha's favorite vintage or something. The Beta is giving us a chance to collect her and compensate the pack for what she stole, but we have to go before the Alpha returns tonight. I'm too busy, I need you to go and bail her out."

I scoff, shaking my head and holding the phone away from my face for a moment. Quite frankly, I don't care if he knows I'm fed up with this side piece bullshit.

"Fine, Killian." I say curtly once I've brought the phone back against my ear, quickly hanging the phone up before he has a chance to say anything else.

This is probably the last thing I will do for him. 

"Everly, it's good to see you." I smile at Wesley, the Beta to the Barron pack, and the one who'd found my husband's drunk, underage sister passed out in their wine cellar.

I'd had one of my pack members drive me as far as they could to the Barron lands, then I'd had to get out and walk through the woods to reach it.

Wesley was at the border, with two men, both loosely holding an arm of Beatrice as she swayed back and forth between them. She was definitely still drunk, I could tell even from here. 

"I'm really sorry about this." I grimace at the sight of Killian's little sister. This definitely didn't make our Alpha look good.

Wesley laughs a little. "You're just lucky the Alpha wasn't around to find her. He is very serious about his wine."

I laugh awkwardly, pulling my phone out of my pocket and taking a step forward. "I really am sorry. Let me know how much it was and I'll transfer the money right now. And we'll get out of your hair."

"Of course. She drank six bottles of a nineteen seventy three chateau montelena chardonnay. Fifteen thousand should cover it."

My eyes widen a little, but I pull my banking up and start setting up transfers. Killian told me to bail her out, so that's what I'll do.

"Why isn't my brother here?" I glance up at Beatrice, who has zeroed her drunken glare in on me.

"He was busy." Is all I say as I confirm the first transfer for two thousand dollars.

"Too busy for his little sister?" I raise a brow at Wesley as I confirm another transfer.

After a few more transfers, Wesley checks his phone as well, and finally hands Beatrice over. 

"Thank you." I say one last time before I grab her arm to guide her back to the car waiting for us.

I ignore the lingering eyes on as we stumble away and the questioning looks the Barron pack members were giving me. No doubt there was gossip about the affairs happening in our pack spreading like wildfire. Especially since for some reason they decided to air the whole swearing in thing to thousands of wolves from hundreds of different wolf packs. 

I don't think I even want to hear what they're saying about us right now.

"Let go of me!" Beatrice huffs once we're out of eyesight of the other pack.

"You're drunk, calm down." I mutter as she stumbles away from me and almost twists her ankle on a tree root. "Let's get you to bed, you need to sleep this off." I try to grab her arm again, but this time she slaps my hand away.

"Don't patronize me, and stop fucking touching me." She growls at me. I step back a little, somewhat confused at the aggressive attitude Beatirce was displaying right now. We'd never been best friends, but as far as I knew, she didn't hate me.

What she says next definitely changes my mind. 

“I don’t need your help, Luna.” She says the word so bitterly, almost spits it at me. “You’re not special, you know. May is proof of that. You were never really meant to rule his pack. You know that, right?” She leans towards me then, suddenly looking stone cold sober. She grabs my face in between her hands roughly, staring into my eyes. 

“You’re an outsider. A nobody from a nameless pack with no power. That’s the only reason you ever went after my brother in the first place. You’re just pretending to love him, so you can take his pack.” I furrow my brow at her words. “You’ll see soon enough, Killian is done with you. Soon enough, you’ll be gone.” She sneers at me, lets my face go,  hiccups, and turns away suddenly to stumble towards the road where the car waits for us. 

I linger, staring at the spot where she'd been.

I rest my hands gently on my stomach,  a million thoughts running through my mind.

I think I can actually feel my heart breaking in my chest right now. 

What had I done to deserve this? Why had May had to show up right now, when I was about to get everything I had ever wanted with Killian. A strong, successful pack, a loving marriage. A family. I can feel tears welling in my eyes again, and I huff, wiping at my eyes in frustration. 

This wasn't good for my baby.

All this turmoil. All this fighting, and this pain I was feeling in my chest right now. This absolute devastation I was feeling. I sigh, patting my stomach a little and making another decision based on what I know is the right move, and not on what my heart wants me to do. 

It is time for me to learn how to move on from Killian.