My Mate, King Of The North.

June Parker POV. ‘Mine’ Those were the words he breathed out, hot against my skin. His fingers trailed from my shoulders to my cleavage, dangling in the v-line of my corset. I watched our reflection in the mirror that stood in front of me, using my hands to hold my corset from falling off and exposing my breasts. His presence was intimidating and, at this time, hot, and his lips on my neck God it felt like heaven!. I wasn't a quaking virgin for crying out, but somehow, he made me feel like this was my first time again. “Get on the bed and spread those legs, little wolf” How did I get here? ******* “I'm sorry Mrs. Parker, but the test results confirm it. Stage three ovarian cancer.” I didn't cry. I didn't gasp or fall apart like I imagined I would if I ever heard those words. Instead, I sat in the doctor's office, numb, staring at the doctor's lips as they kept moving. His words were meant to comfort me, the survival rates and treatment options but somehow it didn't. They meant nothing to me, the only thing that ran through my mind was; it's over. My life is over. During the Charity gala, I fainted and was rushed to the hospital. At first, I had a suspicion of this. I did research but was so occupied with work that I didn't have the chance to go for my regular checkups. How did it get this bad? I clenched my hands on my lap, the nails digging into my palms. “How long?” The words left my mouth, cutting through whatever he was saying about chemotherapy schedules and clinical trials. “Without treatment..” The doctor hesitated, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Six months” Six months. I nodded, not trusting myself to say anything else. My eyes went to the corner of the room where a vase of fake sunflowers sat on a small table, mocking me with their brightness. They didn't die, didn't wither. I held the book I was reading before I got called into the doctor's office tightly; what if my life had been written off just like the Characters in this book? “Mrs. Parker?” The doctor said, snapping me back to reality. I blinked, dragging my gaze back to him. “Thank you, doctor,” I murmured, standing up from the chair. “ I'll think about the options.” The drive back home was quick. By the time I pulled into the driveway, the sun had already set. My hands gripped the steering wheel tightly, shortly after I had switched off the ignition. I should have been devastated, but I was numb. I felt nothing, absolutely nothing. Maybe it hadn't sunk in yet; maybe I was still in shock. “Tom?” I called out, stepping into the house. “Where's the housekeeper…..” I stopped when I looked up in the direction of the sound of footsteps, coming down the stairs. At first, it was her auburn hair I took notice of, then those fox eyes and her lips, which curled into a smug. “Hello,” she said, extending her hand for a shake which I scoffed at. Tom came down behind her, buttoning his shirt. His hair was messy, and the zipper of his pants was slightly opened. “June,” he said, his tone cold as his expression. “you're home early” I stared at him, not knowing what to say. I was just diagnosed with cancer with just a few months to leave, and here my husband was, fooling around with his mistress in my home. “You brought her here? To our house?” “Don't make a fuss about this” he said, running his hands through his hair and sighing. “It's not a big deal” “Not a big deal? I scoffed. “What the hell do you want me to do?” His voice rose slightly. “I'm tired, June; you're not the only one grieving. I grieve too, but when I try to be with my wife, she brushes me off like I'm a pest” “Grieving?” My voice breaks a little. “Yes, I was grieving and still allowed you to cheat on me as long as you didn't bring them back to this house!” “You know what” he went to his study and brought out a document. “This marriage isn't working out anymore, we should go our separate ways” I scoffed in disbelief as he handed the document to me. I opened it and saw that it was a divorce paper. “You're divorcing me..” my voice came out a little. “ All for what? So you can go on f*****g these whores” “I'm sick and tired of walking around eggshells when I'm with you, my lawyer will come to pick it up tomorrow” “You know what” I walked upstairs to my room and brought down my luggage that I had packed for a business trip. “FINE! And also f**k you, Tom” I walked past him, brushing my shoulders against him as I walked to the door. “Hope you have a miserable life” The door clicked shut behind me as I headed for my car, put the luggage inside, and got in. I wanted to scream, to throw something but all I could do was laugh. I laughed at my pitiful life, maybe the cancer was the universe punishing me for being a bad mother. I paid that debt when I lost the only good thing that had ever happened to me as if that's not enough– A cheating husband and cancer. Six months. How did my life come to this? I wanted to scream, but each time I opened my mouth, nothing came out. I hit the car steering out of frustration when I stopped at the traffic light. I looked at the idle caller when my phone rang. “Mrs. Parker, the Newtons are pulling out their investments.” Maria, my secretary said. I stepped at the acceleration when the light had turned green. “What did they say was their reason?” I asked, trying so hard to keep my voice normal. The bright lights came from my left angle and my eyes turned to the direction. The truck slammed into the driver's side, sending my car across the road. My head snapped back against the headrest, pain shooting through my neck and shoulders, The car flipped. Once. Twice. “Help….” the word barely escaped my lips, I couldn't breathe. Blood trickled down my temple, warm and sticky, as darkness crept in at the edges of my sight. Was this it? Was this how my story ends?