Wagered To The Cold Hearted Alpha

Chapter 3:

On the TV screen, tonight’s news featured a young billionaire named Ricard Anderson, who had achieved brilliant success in technology and was the major topic of many discussions. Coco suddenly felt a bit confused; the familiar name caught her attention, waking her from her daze.

“Ricard Anderson?” Coco muttered. It was the name she would soon share with her husband.

“Could it be…?”

Coco was deep in thought, but quickly dismissed the idea. She shook her head repeatedly, denying the absurd thought or perhaps just trying to clear her mind.

“It’s just a coincidence,” she told herself.

Coco sat there, staring at the TV screen, her mind swirling with questions about the life she was about to enter. Deep down, part of her wondered if this was a sign from fate, a reminder that her life was about to change forever.

Coco’s heart felt heavy as she looked up at the ceiling, thinking, “The day has finally come.”

The wedding hall was not cozy but solemn, with soft lights and elegant decorations. Coco walked under the gaze of the guests, each step echoing like the call of destiny. When she reached the place before the elder, the elderly man looked at her with a serious expression.

“Coco, do you accept to become the Luna of Alpha Ricard?” he began, his voice deep and clear.

The simple question felt like a heavy burden on her shoulders. At that moment, Coco experienced a wave of complex emotions overwhelming her. She felt fear, doubt, but also hope. Coco raised her head, her eyes looking into the space ahead, as if she were speaking to her mother, who had passed away many years ago.

“Mom, I hope you’re watching me from heaven,” Coco thought, “I hope you’ll bless me, even though I know this isn’t the path you wanted for me.”

“Yes, I am ready,” Coco said, her voice firm yet gentle.

The elder nodded, a faint smile on his face. He took the intricately engraved wedding ring and handed it to Coco. As she received the ring, the cold metal on her skin reminded her of the responsibilities she was about to take on. Coco slowly slipped the ring onto her finger, a symbol of not only her commitment to Ricard but also to herself—that she would find happiness on the path she had chosen.

In the evening, Coco returned to the bridal chamber. Her groom still lay there; today’s ceremony had her as the sole protagonist.

“Is this really your choice, Coco?” she murmured, stroking her stomach. This morning, she had gone with Luna Rebveca to the hospital for artificial insemination. Now inside her was Alpha Ricard’s child, who might one day become a leading Alpha.

Coco doubted the correctness of her decision, but she knew there was no going back.

In the dim light of the bedside lamp, Ricard lay silent on the hospital bed. Coco quietly approached her “husband.” She didn’t know what was going through her mind. She acted on instinct, perhaps because everything felt so surreal.

Ricard’s body was connected to numerous medical devices; Coco could hear the machine's steady beeps louder than Ricard’s breaths. In the dim light, everything seemed surreal, Ricard like a statue, unmoving.

As she sat by the bed, loneliness, and anxiety crept into her mind. Future questions swirled in her head as she stepped into a new life.

“Ricard, I don’t know if you can hear me, but I hope I made the right choice.” Coco whispered, her voice trembling as if she were about to cry.

“Lying here must be nice, huh? No worries, no pain. You have everything—money, power, and a loving mother. And me? I have nothing! My mother died long ago! My father loves me but loves my sister more!” Coco said with a bitter laugh. The past few days had felt like a dream, a nightmare she wished to wake from. She wished her lover hadn’t betrayed her, wished her half-sister hadn’t committed such a shameful act. Who would repay her for the five years of knowing each other, the three years of love?

“Did you know? I told my parents about our marriage! They were shocked. They think I’m insane for leaving Steven for a stranger like you. They do not know how much of a jerk he is!”

After a pause, Coco continued, “And I couldn’t tell them the reason we broke up. I’m afraid they couldn’t handle it, and I don’t know how to explain. Am I a coward?” Coco laughed bitterly. She didn’t dare confide in anyone; only before an unresponsive Ricard could she pour out her pain and resentment.

The room fell silent, and Coco, unable to stay awake, dozed off right there beside the stranger she had married.

The next morning, Coco awoke not in Ricard’s room but her own. She didn’t know how she had gotten there.

Sunlight streamed through the window, the first rays of a new day pulling Coco from her brief sleep. She left her room, wanting to take a walk.

“Coco, you’re up? Still tired?” Luna Rebveca greeted her in the garden with a bright smile.

“Thank you. I’m fine,” Coco replied politely.

“Coco, from today, you’re part of this family. Don’t be too formal with me! If you need anything, just let me know, and I’ll do my best.”

Faced with Luna Rebveca’s enthusiasm, all Coco could do was repeat, “Thank you.”

In the following days, Luna Rebveca treated her very well. She lacked nothing, with the best always set aside for her.

Coco couldn’t tell how much of Rebveca’s kindness was genuine, but during her time here, she truly felt a mother’s love—something her so-called “family” had never given her.

One beautiful morning, as usual, Coco went for a walk in the garden. She hadn’t taken over three steps when her attention was drawn to the peach tree nearby, where the gardeners were gathered. Something seemed to happen.