Chapter 3

My heart thundered as the room fell silent. Or was it my heart that stopped beating? I looked up just in time to see Jarod approaching, but not fast enough to back away from him. His blow met my face straight on, and I felt my nose crack. My hands flew to my nose, and I felt the blood flowing from my broken nose.

"When I tell you to do something, that is what you should do, bitch," Jarod yelled in my face.

I blinked several times to stop myself from crying. It wouldn't help in this case. Behind Jarod, I saw Freya laughing silently, covering her mouth. It must all be so entertaining to her. I looked back up at Jarod, and he glared down at me.

"Now, you will watch as I fuck another," he told me and walked back to the bed. I just registered the fact that he had been naked all along, and he went right back to what he was doing with Freya. She was moaning loudly and putting on a great show for me, even winking when our eyes happened to lock.

I managed to keep watching, holding my nose to stop the bleeding after snapping it back into place. I felt sick in my stomach; the smell of my blood was not pleasant to my empty stomach. Something wet touched my fingertip, and I noticed it was a few tears that had escaped my eyes.

Jarod must be having fun right now, knowing that it would hurt me to watch him have sex with my best friend. And Freya didn't seem to mind at all. This must be what she had always wanted - attention from the Alpha, to be his partner in this act. 

All her snide comments now made sense to me. She used to ask me what Jarod saw in me, to want to have sex with me alone. Well, maybe her dreams had come true now. He was having sex with her like a beast, like the monster he was - cruel and heartless. How could such a person be the Alpha?

Because of his power, he was able to attack my family, leaving me an orphan in his clutches. He must enjoy that - seeing me hurt, in tears. But why me? Why can't it be anyone else? I swallowed hard at that thought. Why not me?

I watched as Jarod pushed himself away from Freya. I noticed that he did not release his seed inside her, just as he had been doing with me. He was never caught off guard; he was always in time to pull out before letting go. I kept wondering why he would do such a thing and failed to understand. Does he not want an heir?

"Leave," he barked at me.

I didn't need to be told twice. I rushed out of the room as if I were on fire, putting as much distance between Jarod and myself as possible. I went straight to the kitchen. When my stomach growled again, I got some leftovers from the kitchen staff. Then I headed to my room, cleaned my nose, and devoured the food as fast as I could. After that, I congratulated myself for not passing out while watching Freya and Jarod. I must be getting stronger in this, I mused.

The day went by without any mishaps. I managed to return the laundry to each room without any trouble. I was thankful when I got to Freya's room and she wasn't there. I would have wondered how I was going to face her and confront her. People threw me pitying looks everywhere I went, and I was sure that half of the pack members knew that Jarod was sleeping with Freya.

The kitchen staff gave me a plateful of food, telling me I needed it most. It brought tears to my eyes as I sat in my room eating. When I was done, I went to the kitchen and was asked to wash the dirty dishes. That showed me that nothing comes for free in this life; you have to give to receive. Once I was done with that, I made my way to Freya's room. I should proceed with the confrontation if I want one, but I hesitated when I reached her door. I could hear voices coming from the room.

I listened to the voices. I would be doomed if I entered and found Jarod there. I would surely be punished, as he dislikes me entering any room he is in without his permission. I was about to turn and walk away when I heard a voice that rose above the whispers.

"We should not prolong it," the voice said in annoyance.

"Shh, lower your bloody voice, Viktor," Freya replied.

"When do you plan to do it then?" Viktor asked.

"I will when he is more relaxed with me. I can kill him then. You know how Jarrod can be," Freya said.

I gasped in horror. Was that what Freya had been planning all along? She was going to kill Jarod?

"We need to kill Jarod fast, without—"

"Shh," Freya interrupted Viktor.

"What is that?" Viktor asked her.

I had no idea what she must have told him. Did she know that someone was outside her door? I needed to act fast. I hurried to stand in front of the door and raised my hand to knock when the door opened wide. Freya was at the other end. She seemed surprised to see me, and I composed my face so it wouldn't seem like I had heard their conversation.

"Layla, how long have you been standing here?" Freya asked. She was fully dressed. I saw Viktor sitting beside her window, and he glared at me.

I swallowed nervously. "What do you mean? You know why I am here. How could you do this to me?" I asked instead. "I trusted you, Freya."

Freya smirked at me, and her shoulders relaxed. I noticed Viktor also relaxing. It had worked then. 

Now I just had to find Jarod.