Alpha Torin: My Luna is Married

Watching

Raelyn's pov

I couldn’t tell Torin the real reason I couldn’t join him. I couldn’t tell him why he couldn’t come upstairs.

Yesterday I had felt so happy. During the car ride back, Torin and I had a relaxed conversation, making plans for the next day.

But when I left the car and walked towards the apartment building, the feeling of happiness slowly started to fade.

As soon as I put my key in the door downstairs, I felt uneasy.

The glimmer of hope that I had felt during lunch disappeared, and instead dread began flooding my mind.

It wasn’t just my mind. My hands were shaking as I walked up the stairs. I could have taken the elevator, but I was delaying going home as much as I could.

When I reached our apartment door, I was full-on sweating, my heart racing, and I was on the verge of tears.

Something was wrong. Everything was wrong.

I had made a mistake. Dylan would know about our lunch, and he would see it as a betrayal.

It is a betrayal. I had lunch with another man. I let Torin compliment me and pay for lunch. I let him hold my hand. I allowed his leg to touch mine.

It was wrong.

When my phone began to ring, I dropped it out of fear. There is only one person that ever calls me, and it’s Dylan.

But I knew that not answering was so much worse. Avoiding the inevitable would only make Dylan more angry.

I sat on the floor, my legs unable to stand, and I took a deep breath as I answered the call.

“Lyn…”

God, he sounded so cold. I would rather he shout at me.

“Yes, Dylan?” I carefully replied, trying not to sound scared.

“Why did you go into my office?” He calmly asked. How did he know?

“Torin came by.” It was better not to lie. If he knew I went into his office, he probably spoke to Torin about the laptop. “He needed your laptop, and it was the only place I hadn’t looked at. But I didn’t touch anything.”

“And then you left with my boss. Why?” It felt like I was being interrogated by the police.

Should I tell him the truth? I didn’t want to. I wanted to keep Torin for myself. If Dylan found out I had a friend, he would take him away from me. Who knew what Dylan would tell Torin to make him back off?

He’d make Torin hate me, and the thought of Torin hating me broke my heart a little. I needed Torin to like me for some reason that I couldn’t explain. Even if it meant putting myself at risk for Dylan’s wrath.

“I walked Torin out and then decided to go for a walk. I didn’t go outside for the last few days and wanted some fresh air.” I explained.

He scoffed, “you left to go for a walk? Then why did you change your outfit?”

Change my outfit?

I could explain knowing I went out; if he watched the doorbell footage, he could have seen me and Torin walking in the hallway. And Torin could have told him about the laptop, but the rest?

Was he watching me?

“How…?” I asked, knowing it would anger him.

“Do you really think I still trust you after you stole my money?” Dylan replied. His voice terrified me. “Why are you sitting on the floor like a child? Get the f**k up and stop acting like a baby.”

I looked around, wondering where he put the camera. He must have put a camera somewhere.

Dylan began to laugh, “look at you, Lyn… You look so dumb right now. I’ve been able to watch you whenever I wanted to.”

I had so many questions, but I knew asking them would lead to problems. How long had he been watching me? Where are the cameras? Are they everywhere?

Is anywhere safe anymore?

I didn’t want to give Dylan the satisfaction of watching me cry, but I couldn’t help myself. I felt so violated. This was supposed to be my home too.

“Ah, you’re so pretty when you cry.” Dylan taunted me.

Quickly I wiped away my tears and got off the floor, walking to our bedroom. I needed a shower. I needed to think. “I’m sorry, Dylan.” I said, not even knowing what I was apologizing for.

“So, how was lunch?” I froze. He had heard and seen everything. There was no point in lying.

“Good.” I replied. “I only went because he’s your boss. I thought maybe I could help, -“

“I don’t need your help,” he sneered. “How could you possibly help me?”

“I just told him how motivated you are and passionate about your job,” I tried. I had hardly spoken about Dylan at all during lunch.

He scoffed, “you can’t be that naive to not see he wants to get inside your pants, Lyn.”

“We just ate, and then he brought me back here, I promise.”

“I know when you’re lying…” He warned me. “If I find out anything else happened, I will hurt you so bad you won’t be able to get out of bed for weeks. You remember last time? It will be so much worse than that.”

I knew he meant it. It felt like I couldn’t breathe; it even felt hard to swallow. “I am not lying. We talked and we ate lunch, and then I went home.”

“You can’t see him anymore, Lyn. You’re my wife.”

I nodded, “I know. I’m your wife. It was just one time. I didn’t want to anger your boss.”

“You should be worried about angering me, not him.” Dylan replied. “I’m really disappointed in you.”

I could hear a voice in the background: “do you have a minute?”

“I’m sorry, Dylan, -“

But Dylan cut me off, “I need to go. Remember, you did this to us. You screwed up. Anything that happens now is your fault.”

His voice changed into a cheery version of himself, “I always have time for you,-“ I heard him say before he hung up.