Ex-Wife Transition: The Comeback Of The Hidden Heiress

Chapter 0016

•ESTELLE•

I kept replaying my father's words in my mind when he called me a rogue and told me I was banished from my home.

He was supposed to protect me, yet he caused me more pain than Dan did. He stripped me of the little hope I had that he would save me from the man who was going above and beyond to break me beyond repair.

Not only did my father banish me from my home, but he made it clear he wouldn't have saved my baby.

I still felt the hollow ache in my womb, a reminder of the violence of his betrayal. My body should have been a sanctuary. Instead, it was broken open by a man I never wanted to be with, and my father had let it happen.

My throat tightened. I dropped my bag near the door and leaned against the wall, wrapping my arms around myself.

The wood smelled of rot and smoke, and the floor creaked when I sat down. But I was alone, and for the first time in days, I could breathe without someone watching me.

Yet the silence was too loud, and I couldn't stop the thoughts that raced in my mind.

'Why wasn’t I enough? Why wasn’t my baby worth saving?'

I pressed my hand to my abdomen, trembling. I was grieving the baby I never had the chance to hold when I felt something stirring from my belly until it reached the inner region of my v****a.

It was as if something was pulling from inside me, and I screamed, unaware that my c******s throbbed against the fabric of my underwear, and then it became clear to me.

I was having my first heat.

It started in my chest and spread like molten iron down my spine, curling low in my belly, making my thighs clench. My breath hitched. I staggered back, nearly falling against the wall.

“No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “Not now.”

It had never happened to me before. And now, when I was alone and shattered, my body chose betrayal again.

The ache grew unbearable. My skin burned, every nerve screaming, and the air felt heavy.

I stumbled toward the bed, my body trembling with need, and when I tilted my head and looked toward the door, someone walked in and closed the door.

I blinked, sweat slicking my brow, but the fire in me blurred everything. My wolf rose inside, howling.

“I—I can’t—” My voice broke, thick with desperation.

The stranger stepped closer, silent, but his presence filled the room. I took off my clothes, rubbing my c**t, and he leaned over and tried to help me sit on the bed, but I pulled him on top of me, pleading for him to end the pain I was feeling.

The heat consumed me, stripping me of thought and reason. There was only the ache, only the need.

When I felt the guy penetrating inside me, filling my moist walls with his d**k, the agonizing sensation I had felt earlier seemed to ease.

I was dripping wet, and I wrapped my legs around his waist, begging for more, begging for release.

I kept moaning as the stranger thrust inside me until I exploded and released around before his release followed, filling me with a warm liquid that ended me completely.

When he was done, I collapsed into darkness, my body trembling.

***

When I woke up in the morning and had the memories of the previous night flooding my mind, I groaned and felt my body aching, feeling disgusted for giving myself to a stranger who didn't waste time but left as soon as he got an opportunity.

I sat up slowly, clutching the blanket to my chest. My head spun, and shame caused my heart to race. I didn’t know who he was, but the memory of his touch and scent remained in my mind.

“Estelle.”

I froze. The voice was soft and familiar.

I turned, and Seraphina stood in the corner, her green eyes glaring at me.

She looked flawless as always, her dark hair falling like silk over her shoulders, her mouth curved in something that wasn’t quite a smile.

“What are you doing here?” My voice came out hoarse.

She tilted her head, studying me. “I could ask you the same. But I already know, little cousin. Your father banished you from the pack,” she chuckled.

Anger tightened my chest. "Are you here to mock me?"

“Come on, Elle. You and I grew up as siblings. But I'd be lying if I said I hadn't expected something like this to happen to you.” She stepped inside the room and closed the door. "Do you think it surprises me? Your father always thought you were weak, unruly, and a disappointment.”

Her words cut deeper than they should have.

“Look at you,” she went on, stepping closer. “Banished. Cast out like the unwanted thing you are. Even your so-called husband didn’t love you enough to fight for you. He took you because he was ordered to, and instead of cherishing you, he treated you like your first husband did. It's such a pity that an innocent soul had to pay the price.”

I trembled, fury knotting in my stomach. “Keep my baby out of your mouth."

"What baby?" She scoffed. "The bastard child?" She chuckled. "If you had wanted to keep your child, you shouldn't have come back. You made a mistake coming back here and thinking the pack would welcome back home an omega who was carrying a human child."

"I may be banished, but the prophecy hasn't changed. I'm still—" Before I could finish my sentence, Seraphina slapped me across my face.

"We will see what the prophecy will do for you now, bitch." Her brows furrowed as she picked up the water jug from the dresser, and before I could react, she poured the water over my head.

I gasped, the cold shocking me to the bone, drenching the blanket and my skin. The water ran down my body, soaking me in humiliation.

“There,” she whispered, setting the jug down with a loud clank. “That’s what you are, Estelle. You shamed the pack, you shamed our bloodline, and now the entire world will see and feel your shame.”

'Calm down, Estelle. Don't fight her. Not yet.' Ember whispered, and I took a deep breath, already feeling her heat warming up my bones.

"The Blue Moon Howler's territory is no longer your home. You are a rogue now, and if you're found anywhere near our borders, the same people you trained in the pack won't hesitate to kill you. So, go away and never return."

She turned to leave when she stopped at the door and sniffed. "What's that smell?"

I looked under the covers and remembered the stranger who had been in my bed, and I felt ashamed to even look at her.

"You stink, gosh," she groaned before she opened the door and left.

I was relieved that she didn't smell my wolf or the pheromones that were released throughout my body when I was in heat.

But one thing was certain: Seraphina was right. There was nothing left for me in Atlanta.