Chapter 4
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Donna
Warmth, that was the first thing I felt when I opened my eyes. A heavy arm was draped over me, pinning me in place.
My cheek rested against a chest that wasn't my husband’s
My heart jumped, I tilted my head slightly and found myself wrapped smug in Blanco's arms
Oh no.
I tried to remember what had happened last night and also in the same breath, trying to slide away quietly, careful not to wake him even though every part of me screamed to stay where I was.
His steady breath and the faint rise and fall of his chest was comforting in a way that I hadn't felt in years. Not to mention his scent.
Goddess! His scent drew me in, doing unspeakable things to intimate parts of me.
It was like that last night and even when we had missed.
I stiffened as I remembered that I had kissed him last night.
Just as I thought i was free, his grip tightened like a vice around me, pulling me closer.
“Where do you think you're going?” he muttered groggily, his lips brushing against my neck. Then he pressed a lazy kiss to my skin.
I froze my breath caught in my throat as goosebumps dotted around my skin
“Blanco…” I started, trying to get him off but then I realized he was still sleeping. His eyes were closed and hi breath was even. He was sleep talking.
Panic shot through my entire body. I shoved at his chest and slapped his arms. He stirred awake with a low groan, blinking
“What the hell, Donna?” He asked, rubbing his face.
I swallowed hard, feeling guilty.
I…I’m sorry. I just… I need to leave.”
His expression softened but then he shook his head as if realizing something.
“Leave? Donna, you're in no state to leave. What's the time?”
“It's morning and yes I am.” I said, pulling away from him almost immediately and regretting it instantly.
“Donna, you can't really be going back to that fool.”
“Yes, I am.” I turned to look at him. “He is my husband and this… this was a mistake. I made a terrible mistake coming here.”
Disappointment flickered accoress his face. He leaned back against the headboard, staring at me with an unreadable expression.
“Going back to Marc is the real mistake.”
He saod quietly but firmly.
I glared at him, even though part of me knew he was right. “Thank you for last night, but… I can’t do this… I just can't.”
I hurried to gather my things, fumbling with my dress and shoes. Blanco didn't move at first, he just watched me.
When I finally tugged th last strap into place, his voice broke the silence.
“I'll drive you.”
I froze in place and turned slowly to look at him.
My breath caught when I saw his naked torso.
Goddess, he was hot.
“Absolutely not!”
He arched a brow at me. “You don't even know where your purse is,how will you pay for a ride?”
“I am the Luna of the pack, I'll surely find my way.”
My voice was sharper than I intended. “Stay away from me, Blanco. Last night was a mistake.”
He stood and walked towards me, his strides long.
“You make it sound like we made love last night, all I did was cuddle you and you can't deny the fact that you liked it.”
Heat rushed to my face. “That doesn't matter, I am married and you are my husband's enemy.”
He winced at that.
“Married? The only enemy here is your husband to you? Leave him, he doesn't deserve you.”
“And let me guess, you do?”
He was quiet for a while before speaking again
“I didn't say that… but I'm willing to do whatever it takes.”
I blinked rapidly. The conviction in his voice took my aback.
Tension rose between us and I saw desire and maybe devotion in his eyes.
I slowly stepped away from him.
This was wrong in every level of the word.
“Goodbye, Blanco. Please don't do anything insane. Don't call me. Thank you for making me feel better but we are nothing to each other.”
With that I left, hurrying out of the room, the look in his eyes haunting my every move.
By the time I reached the pack House, it was Dawn.
My stomach churned as I stepped through the door and I prayed Marc wouldn't be there but of course he was there.
He stood in the middle of the living room, a newspaper clutched in his hands.
The atmosphere carried an angry and dark emotion that shook me to the core.
Before I could utter a word, his eye locked on mine menacingly.
“You w***e!” he spat, shoving the newspaper against my chest.
My eyes dropped, and my heart sank. Right there on the front page was a picture of me in Blanco’s arms outside the party. The caption screamed betrayal louder than Marc’s voice ever could.
Tears blurred my vision. “It’s not what it looks like—”
Another slap cut me off. My ears rang.
“You are an embarrassment,” he hissed. “Do you know what people are saying? Do you know what this does to my name?”
Something inside me snapped.
My hand flew up on instinct, aiming for his face, but he was faster. He caught my wrist, twisting until I gasped in pain.
“Don’t you dare,” he snarled.
The old Donna would have shrunk back. Would have begged. But not this time.
“I’m done, Marc.” My voice shook, but the words came anyway. “It’s over between us. I want a divorce.”
His grip tightened painfully before he shoved my hand away. His eyes burned with fury as he leaned close.
“Divorce?” He laughed, low and bitter. “That’s never going to happen. Unless you’re ready to give me half of everything you own, don’t even think about it.”
I stared at him, chest heaving, hatred and heartbreak crashing together inside me.
This was the man I had given everything to. The man I had sacrificed for. And now all I could see was a stranger who would never let me go without tearing me apart first.
“Yoi can't keep me here!” I glared.
“Watch me!” He looked like the devil.
“Guards!” He called for his men and two of them walked in.
“Take her to her room she her lock her up there till I say otherwise. Don't leave her sight, am I understood.”
The guards nodded without question.
“You can't do this.”
“Yes,I can in fact do this to you. You are mine. You think I'm going to let you divorce me and run into the arms of my greatest enemy? Never, w***e. You will stay here as my prisoner if you won't be my bride.”
He spat.
“Now, take her away.” He commanded and his men dragged me out of his presence with me kicking and screaming.
As they threw me into my room, all I could think about was Blanco and how he had been absolutely right.
I shouldn't have come here. Now, I was a prisoner.
With my back pressed against the door, I fell to the ground and cried not for Marc but for how stupid I had been all these years.
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