Pregnant With His Twins, Cast Away For His Lover

Chapter 3

“Get up.”

Astrid feels a hand tapping her hard, waking her up from her sleep. She squints and yawns before fully opening her eyes to see it’s Courtney standing above her.

“What do you want?” Astrid asks in a drowsy voice, flinching from the wetness of her pillow as she had cried herself to sleep last night.

Courtney’s presence means bad news and she feels very uneasy about it.

Isn’t it enough that Courtney has replaced her in her matrimonial bed?

Her husband hasn’t come home to her in months and the night he finally does, the night of their wedding anniversary, he asks her to vacate her bed so he can bring in his lover.

“You b***h, what are you still doing asleep? Who’s going to make me breakfast?” Courney says to her in a condescending manner.

A bitter pang slashes through Astrid’s heart and it’s as if Courtney’s words knock the sleep completely out of her eyes.

“If you want breakfast, make it yourself or get one of the omegas to make it for you,” Astrid replies sharply, trying hard to hold back the budding rage growing in her gut at Courtney’s audacity.

She knows better than to lash out at Courtney, no matter how badly as she wants to, Courtney slapped her yesterday and Zane scolded her for it, she would rather not get the same treatment today.

She tosses the wet pillow to the floor, grabs a dry one and props it under her head, curling back into a sleeping position when she feels a hard slap on her back and she arches it from the sharp pain.

“Who the f**k do you think you are? You useless omega mutt or has f*****g the Alpha for a few years made you forget your place? I am the Luna now and you are back to being what you truly are, my f*****g slave, so get up, right now and fix my f*****g breakfast,” Courtney commands, almost poking Astrid’s eyes with her finger.

Astrid sits up, closes her eyes and takes several deep breaths, bitterly holding back the spite burning at her tongue, resisting the urge to let her rage consume her before she tears into the woman standing in front of her.

For fifteen years of her life, she endured Courtney’s humiliation day in and day out, it was the bane of her existence.

From the young age of three, Astrid served as an omega in the house of Beta Royce, Courtney’s father, the former beta of the Moonstone pack. By the time she was eight, she was appointed to be Courtney’s personal maid and servant.

Over the next ten years, she suffered humiliation and abuse, deserved and undeserved at the hands of her master, Courtney.

She was Courtney’s property to treat as Courtney pleased and the treatment that brought Courtney the most pleasure was her severe maltreatment, but then one night, Zane found her as his fated mate and her luck changed or so she thought, until now.

She opens her eyes and calmly says. “I don’t want any trouble with you Courtney, the alpha has made his choice and I will comply but I am no longer your maid, so if you want breakfast, like I said, get it yourself and get one of the omegas to make it for you.”

SMACK!

Courtney slaps Astrid across the face so hard, the inside of her mouth slices open and as the metallic taste of own blood fills her mouth, Astrid snaps, lunging herself from the bed and ready to give Courtney a slap of her own when a familiar smell hits her nose and she halts.

The door to the room flies open and Zane enters, growling, “what’s going on here?”

Immediately, Courtney throws herself on him, holds her face and fakes tears, pointing at Astrid. “I only came to ask her permission to fix your breakfast and then she called me a w***e and slapped me.”

Astrid’s eyes fly wide open in shock, utterly bewildered at Courtney’s blatant deceit but her shock quickly turns into despair when Zane sneers at her.

“How dare you lay your filthy hands on my woman?” Zane growls at her, the coldness of his voice sending a chill down her spine.

“I didn’t touch her,” Astrid sniffs back the tears immediately tugging her eyes from the way Zane is looking at her like she is truly filthy, his eyes holding no love whatsoever for her.

“Liar….see, she scratched my face,” Courtney moves her hand from her face and there is blood, blood drawn from her face with her own fingers, right there, clutched in Zane’s arms.

Before Astrid can defend herself, before she can even utter a word, before she can show Zane her torn inner jaw, he snarls and grabs her face in his strong hands, squeezing it painfully in his tight grip but the physical pain he inflicts on her is nothing compared to the pain that clenches Astrid’s heart, nothing compared to the anguish that rips it apart.

“You’re f*****g lucky I don’t lay my hands on women!” He yells at her, throwing her to the floor roughly, right at Courtney’s feet. “Apologise to her, now…” His voice is cold and curt.

Astrid looks up at him with pitiful eyes, the tears she is now unable to hold back spill from her eyes like water from a broken tap, a brutal pang slicing through her heart over and over again.

What has she done to deserve this from him?

He didn’t even let her defend herself, what happened to listening to both sides of the story?

She always thought him to be a just Alpha but it seems when it comes to Courtney, taking her side is justice.

“Right f*****g now I said,” Zane growls at her.

She looks up at Courtney who has her hands folded against her chest with a haughty look in her eyes.

“I’m sorry for hitting you,” Astrid says, thinning her lips into a wry smile and she drops her head defeatedly as Zane curls his hands around Courtney and leads her out of the room.

Astrid stares at them with a shattered heart as they walk away when suddenly, Zane halts and turns back to her.

“Be at the pack house by 2pm, let’s sign the divorce papers and get this s**t over with.”