Fated to the Alpha

Chapter 7

Athena's POV

My heart felt like invisible needles were going through my chest.

I squeezed the pregnancy result into my hand, rumpling it into a papery ball as hot tears pooled in my eyes.

The man whose child I was carrying, the man I had given every form of devotion in my heart and body, was now with my sister. Then what was I...this little life growing inside me...how do I make sense of it all?

My heart was being crushed like it was nothing.

Maybe because that was all I ever was to him.

In the end, the only person that was there for him was my sister. I was just a placeholder, meant to warm up her seat until she was ready to claim it as her own.

In that moment, as I stood outside watching the small acts of intimacy between them, just a couple of weeks away, I thought there was nothing to fight for anymore, that nothing could rip my heart further.

I was very wrong.

"Raphael," She said with a pouty voice," When are you finally going to do something about Athena...?"

I froze completely as their conversation drifted from romantic nothings over to me.

My muscles melted a bit and with caution, I leaned closer.

What did she mean by doing something about me? Well, looks like I'll find out soon.

"My love, I've told you to calm down about this. With due time, I will do something to take care of her so that you don't have to worry about that anymore,"

The gentleness in his voice was something perfectly foreign to me. The only time I heard it was when it was directed at my sister, even though, on paper it showed that I was his mate and not hers.

But if anyone saw how tenderly he was holding her in bed right now, they would not think for a second that I was his mate. My sister was such a hypocrite. She had wailed and complained that she could never become a breeder, which was what my actual title was, and now that she had a change of mind, she was strolling back into the life that I had struggled to build and claiming it for herself, and my traitorous was more than happy to give it to her.

But I didn't know just how far betrayal would go, not yet, at least.

He came closer, brushing off the hair that had fallen in front of her face, staring at her as if the sun set behind her and rose as well in the same position.

"Isabella, you know that I have never been able to say no to you, but we have to make sure that when we do it, it is as unsuspicious as possible. I don't want you to be implicated for anything,"

She crossed her hands together, pulling away from him.

"Those are all lies! You think I don't know already that I am nothing more than a mistress to you? If I really meant anything to you at all, then you would have killed my sister a long time ago in order for me to take over the Luna position,"

I knew that my ears had to be deceiving me in some way, or at least that was what I was hoping for, but actually, it was not. It was exactly what had been spoken that had been translated over to me, and it was only hammered in as my mate continued to speak.

"My love, you know that her life means nothing to me. In fact, the difference between her and a cockroach dying holds no weight in my eyes, they are all the same. But the reason why I have not taken care of her yet is because I want to use the slow approach. I am looking for the perfect poison, one that cannot be traced in any form or manner. We are going to make what happens to her look like a sickness"

Isabella didn't pull away, it was clear that she was listening and enjoying everything she was hearing, while I was just standing completely horrified as they planned my death as if it was a dinner date.

"I'm so close to finding the perfect poison, and by the time I do, I'll be slowly injecting it into her food and everything that she puts into her body, even her shampoo. By the time she is exposed to it for a long while, her health will begin to deteriorate. Then I will play the role of the loving and worried mate, of course, this is only to throw off suspicion. I will do everything possible to look like I am trying to save her life and then, with grievance, accept that she is going to die nevertheless, despite all my false efforts."

Isabella was listening to all of this as if it was music to her ears, and more tears began to burn in my eyes.

Did he know that I was carrying our child right now? His own flesh and blood... He didn't, but a horrifying thought that made me cold down to my bones told me that he wouldn't care any less, even if I had an innocent child that shared his blood growing inside me.

I ran to my room with the envelope still clutched in my hand. I dropped it outside the bathroom that was attached to my bedroom and then went straight to the toilet to unload the supper I had. The revulsion I felt from their words was too intense. I always knew that he didn't care about me, but now it's became clear what I had to do. There was no place left for me, no community and no home.

The man that I thought would love me one day, if I kept laying myself down like a doormat for him to hurt, did not care for me one bit. In fact, he had compared my life to that of a cockroach.

I had to leave for good.