Betrayed By My Alpha

Chapter 7

The room was silent for a long time.

His words replaying in my head again and again, like a jukebox stuck on repeat.

I blinked, once, twice, trying to make sense of what he’d just said.

Cry him a river? Of diamonds? What was I, a damn jewelry factory?

My throat tightened with disbelief. “You can’t be serious.”

He simply turned, broad shoulders disappearing through the doorway like he hadn’t just offered me a slavery contract.

My lips parted in shock “Unbelievable,” I muttered. “Absolutely unbelievable.”

Henry was still there, leaning lazily against the doorframe, a faint grin tugging at his lips.

“Take it easy, Blondie,” he said, nodding toward the nightstand. “Drink the tea. Mint helps with headaches.”

I followed his gaze to the mug, still steaming faintly. I wanted to tell him where he could shove the mint tea, but the pounding behind my eyes was winning the war.

He smirked as if reading my mind. “You can glare all you want. Still gonna help.”

When he finally left, closing the door behind him, I sank back against the headboard, staring at the tea until it blurred. Then my phone vibrated somewhere under the blanket.

My hand shot out, fumbling until I found it. The screen lit up.

34 missed calls.

All from Father.

I exhaled sharply. “Of course” I scoffed, rolling my eyes.

He must’ve heard. Dimitri probably made sure of it, public humiliation was his favorite pastime. Father would be furious, not because I was hurting, but because I’d “embarrassed” the family name.

I could already hear his voice: “Do you realize what you’ve done, Sarah? Do you know how this looks?”

Mother’s number appeared next. Just one missed call. Figures. She probably dialed by mistake.

Still, my thumb hovered over the screen before I finally hit call back.

Because despite everything, I was still that girl who wanted to believe her parents might care this time.

It rang once. Twice.

Then his voice came through, sharp as ever.

“Sarah. So it’s true. You’ve ruined everything.”

I swallowed, forcing steadiness into my tone. “Good morning to you too, Father.”

“Why do you always ruin everything Everything gone, everything I worked for!”

He worked for? What does he mean everything he worked for?

“I tried like every other father would, fed you, clothed you, educated you, and when your mates wolfed out and you couldn't I covered up your shame!!! And this is how you repay me?”

“Father, I...”

“Shut up, you're a disgrace you've always have been,” he spat. “Now, hurry up get yourself together and return to your husband's house.”

“But, I can't father. The documents have been signed, moreover he brought someone else into the home with a child, a chiiiillllldddd” I stressed, breaking down in tears.

“And so what?” He snapped. “Are you the first lady to be cheated on? Shouldn't you be in his home on your knees begging to remain married?”

I felt my ears go hot, "Listen,” he continued “He is a man, you are nothing more than a woman; made to serve. Less useful now because you couldn't bear him an heir, five years and for what? All gone. You're useless in all factors”

“Enough!” I yelled, tears streaming down my cheeks, but my father couldn't care less.

“Tell me Sarah, is it true he never bedded you? As that is the rumour going about now”

Dimitri couldn't even spare me some dignity, telling my father? Or worse the pack?

“When I call you again Sarah, you should be with your husband.” The line clicked.

I stared at the phone, barely able to recognise myself.

For a long time, I just sat there processing,

Then the pain began.

It started as a dull throb in my chest and I thought I was imagining things, until my pulse quickened and the room tilted.

I felt my heart hurt and no not metaphorically, I clutched my chest and assumed a foetal position.

The mate bond.

Dimitri must have finalized the rituals, he should have told me, called me. I would have made arrangements for protection. Too late, Selene has acknowledged it.

My throat constricted, I could barely breathe. It felt like being poisoned, like I was being killed slowly.

The pain was ripping at my core, tearing through me. I couldn't even afford to move my eyeballs.

The ache burrowed within me, like a blunt knife.

A sound escaped me, something between a gasp and a scream. My fingers clawed at my chest as if I could rip the pain out. My body bowed forward, wracked in agony.

Every nerve was on fire, my skin rippled like it wanted to tear open and for a brief moment I thought I'd finally wolf out.

I tried to crawl off the bed, maybe reach the tea, anything to ground myself, but my limbs shook violently. The floor seemed miles away.

“Stop...please s..stop,” I whispered,

I could hear him, Dimitri, I could see him. I was hallucinating now.

“No, no, no. Go away,” I pleaded, shaking my head violently.

“Lady Selene, please. Have mercy, forgive me please, let it stop.” I begged, but she didn't answer me. She never does.