When The Alpha Calls.

My Husband, The Monster.

I sighed and kept looking at the mirror in front of me.

The door to my room opened and Jonathan walked in with his suitcase and dumped it on our bed. He loosens his tie and his suit off his shoulders, giving out a long sigh. My grip on my golden brush tightened. My left hand held onto the length of my hair, my gaze which fell on the mirror, did not miss any single movements from my husband behind me. My black eyes quivered, my pink lips trembled at each step he took.

He unbuttoned his crimson long-sleeve shirt and slipped off his shoes. I felt even more broken, betrayed and seething.

Doubt stormed through my mind, tearing at the edges of everything I thought I knew. How could he keep treating me like I meant nothing? The pain clawed at my chest, but the fury blazed even hotter. The sweet, taunting scent of strawberries wafted through the air, growing stronger with every step he took.

How dare he?

“Rose.” He called me and dropped his wristwatch on the bed. “You are to prepare food for my guests. As Luna of the Mist pack, decorate that mansion beside this duplex. I want to have the best party by next tomorrow. New Year is almost ending. All my friends are coming and I don’t want to disappoint them. My reputation is at stake here. So, make sure the maids and the chefs do everything properly.” He sat down on the bed and took off his black socks. “So just do anything to make it happen. And remember, there shall be no mistakes.”

I couldn’t hold it anymore.

“Where have you been for the past five days?” I threw the brush on the floor in anger and stood up from the stool. “You haven’t been around this duplex for days.”

“Are you just dead brain or f****d up to remember that I went on a business trip?” He stood up from the bed. “I just came back, Rose. I don’t need questions from you.” He scoffed and strolled past me.

“I’m not stupid.” I spoke up. “You went on a trip to see your mistress, Jonathan. Not on a business trip.” I sensed him stopping in his tracks. “I can’t believe this.” I tightened my fists. “Did you know your daughter’s—” I laughed bitterly. “You care about nothing but yourself.”

The Mist’s families are as rich as time itself. He probably bought an enormous mansion for his mistress, pays her bills and goes over anything he wants to visit her. Why do omegas destroy another omega’s home when they know how it feels for a home to get taken away from them? Her scent on Jonathan makes me nauseous and burns my chest to the core. The smell of s*x on Jonathan makes my stomach turn. He didn't bother hiding his affair.

Why do I always get the losing end?

“Spare the lectures, Rose. I didn’t come all the way here to hear you question me.” He stood in front of me. “Do you hear me? You are my wife. I own you and your job is to play your role—”

“And your job is to play your role as well and stop sleeping around like some man w***e. You make me sick to the stomach.” I yelled angrily.

His jaw clenched. “Shut up.”

“How many times are we going to talk about your cheating habits? You came here with the scent of your mistress and I’m supposed to just stay quiet and watch—” I screamed, paused, my eyes widened when my hand stayed on my left throbbing cheek.

His hand went flying across my face again. He slapped me on my other cheek.

Twice.

And the second time was even harder.

I froze, stunned. I never expected him to hit me, not over her. It wasn’t the first time my husband had struck me. I’ve felt the sting of his palm before, every time I dared to raise my voice, to question, to fight back. But this time... this time was different.

He slapped me because of his mistress.

“I would have beat you up so badly today for those words you spat out of your mouth if it wasn’t for what I was planning on doing tomorrow. Watch your mouth, Rose, and don’t you talk about her like that? She is ten times better than you and your f*****g ass.” He pushed me away from him. “Don't tell me what to do with my life. Stay away from it.” He roared.

“Just…” I could sense his clenching fists holding back his anger. “Shut up and play your role. After all, you got married to me because of my money,” Jonathan said and walked out of the room. “Gold digger.” He cursed.

I slumped to the floor.

My palms hit the cold floor, trembling. Strands of my white hair fell over my face, a curtain hiding the tears streaming down as I wept.

If stars fell from the sky and found a home, I would not have married Jonathan Mist. I’m sick and tired of all this mess. I’m Luna of the Mist pack and the wife of the leader of the pack. I can’t keep my home. He never loved me. I knew he didn’t have feelings for me.

Yet, I trusted him and hoped someday we would learn to love each other.

I was wrong. He will never love me.

I shouldn’t have listened to my people, my family and got married to him at 18 years old. I should have run away and stayed single.

Then, maybe I wouldn’t go through this mess I’m going through. Why do I always lose when the butterflies burn out and die?

The party was like something out of a dream. The mansion was massive, with glittering chandeliers hanging from high ceilings and marble floors that gleamed under soft golden lights.

Servers in sharp uniforms moved gracefully, offering trays of sparkling champagne and tiny, perfect snacks I couldn’t even name.

The guests got dressed in gowns and suits that looked expensive enough to buy a house. Everyone seemed confident, laughing and chatting like they belonged.