[Desperate Alphas 1] Chasing My Divorced Luna!

Brianna’s POV I stared in shock at the bunch of documents in front of me handed to me by my husband. On discovering that they were divorce papers, my eyes squinted a little. Glancing at the papers one more time, I let out a chuckle and tossed them on the hard, wooden table in front of me. Then I fell back on the chair with tears brooding in my eyes and let my mind drift to where it all began… My father walked into my room on a cold Monday morning wearing his large, black polo which had his name on it written in capital letters. My mother stood by his side and they both cast their gazes on me as I slowly sat up on my bed having only just woken up. “We need you to marry Alpha Roman,” my father asserted as if I had no choice in it. They'd been asking me the same thing for more than a month despite being aware that I was in a relationship with Alpha Jan of the Lotus Pack. “No, Dad,” I quickly refused, staring at them in disbelief. “You know that I'm in a relationship. I cannot marry anyone else. Why do you keep asking me to marry that man?” My mother sighed, walked over to the bed and sat, wearing her favourite purple-coloured nightwear. “My daughter, if this wasn't important, we wouldn't have asked you to do it,” she placed her hand on my outstretched legs, aiming to persuade me. “This union will be of great benefit to both our families. Remember that he's the Alpha of this Pack. This is an opportunity we cannot afford to miss out on. Besides, it's not a real marriage. You'll only be married to him for three years. Then, you'll be free to do what you want. Come on, my child, do this for us.” I shook my head and quickly got out of bed angered by their insistence. They didn't care about me or how I felt. All they cared about was the wealth of the family. Nothing else mattered to them, especially my father. “I can't do that, Mom,” I refuted once more. My mind was made up and there was no changing it. “Contract or not, I will not betray my boyfriend. I love him with all of my heart and it is him that I'll get married to. I'm sorry.” For days, they persisted. My mom wouldn't stop coming to my room aiming to persuade me to change my mind. My father? At a point, he resorted to threats, especially since he had given his word to the Alpha that I'd marry him. It was very personal to him. His name was at stake. Yet, I chose true love over his name and he didn't take too kindly to it. Three days later, I returned from the mall, tired and famished. All I could think of was the sweet, chocolate cake in the fridge waiting to sweeten my eager taste buds. As I walked out of the sitting and headed towards the kitchen, I heard a sound from my sister's room and immediately halted. “Is she at it again? Is there a new guy?” I asked, seeing that she'd had three boyfriends in just a year and the sounds from her room were moaning sounds. Deciding to mind my business, I walked into the kitchen to grab my cake but my wolf wouldn’t let me. She kept pulling me until I stopped and listened. That was when I heard the man with my sister moan and the voice was far too familiar to ignore. “Could it be?” I asked but quickly shook it off. “It can't be. No. He wouldn't…” I paced hurriedly to my sister's room and without knocking, I placed my right hand on the doorknob and opened the door to the shock of my life… I couldn't believe my eyes. Tears rolled freely down my cheeks and I couldn't even hold it back. My wolf whimpered in pain too, hurt by Alpha Jan’s betrayal. My dear little sister was on all fours moaning aloud as my boyfriend pulled on that blonde hair of hers, ramming his member into her relentlessly. They didn't even notice that someone was watching. They were too engaged to realise that. He shut his eyes, overwhelmed by the pleasure as my sister kept urging him to go faster. He was supposed to be the love of my life, the man I hoped to spend the rest of my life with but he wasn't. He was a big disappointment. “Damn it! I'm sorry,” Jan blurted out when he finally sighted me, pushing my sister away from him with a pitiful look on his face. “This is not what you think, Brianna. I came here to see you but she seduced me.” “To hell with you!” I barked at him as he hastily walked over and knelt in front of me almost in tears. “You told me you'd never cheat on me with another woman and I trusted you with all of my heart. But here you are, in the bed with my own sister, ramming into her and moaning louder than you've ever done with me. I will never forgive you.” “Have you thought that maybe that's because I'm much better than you are?” Rose, my little sister asked, licking her lips as she mocked me before turning her attention to my boyfriend. “Come here, sweetheart. Let's finish what we started.” He yelled at her and walked towards me but it was already too late. I was done with him. With tears streaming down my face and my heart shattering into a thousand pieces, I broke up with my boyfriend. I spent hours crying after that, and at the end of the session, I had grown numb. It still shocked me how my boyfriend since high school had been able to cheat on me with my own sister, whom I loved so much. There and then, I realized that love was nothing but an illlusion, and a few nights later, with my heart still not functioning yet, I went to my parents' room to share the good news they'd been longing to hear. “I'll marry Alpha Roman,” I revealed quietly, seeing as there was nothing to lose like I had once thought. There was nothing to live for after my heart got broken. At least this contract marriage will prevent me from wasting away while doing nothing except crying all day. “When do we sign the papers?” Their joy knew no bounds. For the first time in my life, my father hugged me for more than ten seconds. Gratitude was written all over their faces and I felt like a heroine for a moment. They had finally gotten their wish. Their daughter was the bargaining chip for their selfish interests. Everything went fast from then and in a few months, I was married to Alpha Roman Bradford, a man whom I felt nothing for. The feeling was mutual though. He could barely even stand my presence and he didn’t bother to hide it. But it didn't matter. The contract was just for three years. After that, we'd go our separate ways and be with the people whom our hearts would truly yearn for. Perhaps by then, my broken heart would have healed up and I’d be ready to love again. “Don't expect any form of intimacy from me,” Roman warned, pointing his finger at me as soon as we got into the house after our wedding. “I'm not interested in being friends with you. I don't want you near me in this house, except in public. I can't wait for this stupid sham of a contract marriage to be over so that I wouldn't have to share the same space with you.” “I’m not interested in being friends with you either,” I retorted, rolling my eyes in disgust. We had only moved in but I hated him already. He was as rude as I heard he was and I wasn't one to let him have his way. “I want nothing to do with a man who doesn't know how to talk to a woman.” For weeks, we ignored each other, moving on with our lives and making sure no one got in the way of the other. The only thing that brought us together was public gatherings as we had to show up hand in hand. In front of the crowd, the shining lights, and the press who wouldn't let us breathe, we were the perfect couple. We'd smile at the cameras, holding our hands as often as we could, despite the resentment we harboured in our hearts for one another. It was for the good of our families. That's what I often told myself, especially when he acted like a total jerk in front of everyone just to piss me off. He'd speak rudely to me when no one was watching and try to answer questions directed at me even though he knew how much I hated it. “I don't want you to embarrass me, Brianna. I hope you can understand,” he'd always say to me each time he pulled it off. It was tough resisting the urge to smack him in the face but I did. All for the good of the family. The marriage was everything I feared it was going to be. Maybe, a little different because Roman was worse than I thought. Fooled by his sheer handsomeness the first time I beheld him, I wrongly assumed that he was a nice guy. When he smiled at me, exposing his charming set of teeth, I was almost blown away… almost. “You see?” My mother asked, gently caressing my shoulder. “He'll make a fine husband. Maybe, you'd even grow to love him and wish this isn't just a contract marriage.” “That'll never happen, Mom, I'll be more careful than that. He's not even that great anyway,” I hissed but in truth, I thought it was possible. How wrong I was! One fateful night, as we returned to the house from one of our usual outings, Roman walked over to the mini bar in the sitting room and grabbed a bottle of gin and two small cups. “Care to drink?” he asked, dropping the bottle and the glass cups on the table in front of me as I sat on the sofa. As much as I didn't want to spend any more time with him, I thought the drink would help me clear my head so I sighed and muttered, “Sure.” He poured out the drink into the cups and we both began to gulp down the contents of the bottle until it was finished. Then I stood to leave but he reached out and grabbed my hand, refusing to let go despite my initial attempt to break free. One thing led to another and we both ended up in bed together. When I woke up the next morning, naked and tucked into the bedsheet, I saw Roman staring at me as he sat beside me irritated. “I knew this was your plan all along,” he voiced, leaving me a bit puzzled. “You tricked me into sleeping with you so that you'd birth my child and be trapped with me forever instead of the three years stated in the contract!”