Episode 02
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Lilith’s POV
“Uhh… harder, yes… s**t, baby.”
I furrowed my brows as I heard moaning beside me. The bed seemed to move and the sound of creaking, followed by that of skin slapping together.
“Ughh, Dahlia, you are wonderful, Ughh.” The sound of Ryker groaning made me shoot my eyes open. I was in my room, my bed was shaking.
“Ugh… yes,” Ryker groaned again and I turned to see him on Dahlia beside me on the bed, having s*x with her.
My eyes grew large as I cupped my agape mouth. Dahlia’s slim long legs were on his shoulders as he laid on her, taking slow thrusts.
Dahlia threw her hand over his shoulder as she kissed him deeply, she pulled off and turned to me. I flinched when our eyes met.
“You’ll never be as beautiful as I am, and he will never choose you over me,” she said and then turned to continue the kiss. Ryker was too engrossed with f*****g her that he didn’t spare me a single glance.
“Ahh!!!” I screamed out of horror as I felt my heart shatter into pieces.
“Ahh!” I held my chest as I screamed out of the nightmare. I looked around the room and I breathed a deep sigh of relief when I noticed it was all a nightmare.
Then this familiar pang struck again, worse. It drove through my core like a dagger laced with wolfsbane, I held my chest as I gritted my teeth.
I coughed and I bent over from the bed, as I spat on the ground. My eyes widened in shock.
Blood?!
I coughed out blood again, my shoulder shaking as I fell back on the bed, my body limb. I felt so weak, I could barely lift a muscle. I can feel that my spirit and wolf had become extremely weak.
I have become a shadow of myself. As I stared at the ceiling, I reflected on my life before marriage. A tear dropped from my eyes as the image of my late father flashed through my mind.
My father, a gentle and well- educated beta, had raised me alone after my mother passed away. Would I have had a better life if he was still alive now? Or would he be disappointed in me for being just a housewife.
I felt even more heartbroken as I thought about it. My father had died on the battlefield, but his daughter, who was supposed to uphold his legacy, is a nobody.
I pressed my lips into a thin line as I managed to get up and cleaned up the blood from the carpet.
“Lilith… Breakfast!!” Ryker yelled from outside. I paused as I furrowed my brows, the nightmare I had replaying in my mind. I took a deep breath and I shook off the feeling.
I finished the clean up in a hurry and I rushed out of the room to prepare breakfast. I didn’t see Ryker around, I guessed he was in the guest room. I started to prepare our breakfast in a hurry.
After our marriage I realized Ryker owed huge debt and it became a joint debt. Ryker was not making any effort to pay the debts.The harassment from the loan sharks forced me to use my life savings to pay the debts, but it was not enough.
I was a soldier in the pack, seven years ago, but my stipends could not pay off the debts, so I started to do several jobs a day. Because I was everywhere hustling to make money to pay the debt, I couldn’t do my job as a soldier well, so I got fired.
Since then, I have been doing odd jobs daily, to make ends meet.
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Ryker sat across from me at the dining table, as we ate our breakfast. I noticed he kept throwing side glances at me. “What is it?” I asked. My gaze down at my food.
He placed his hand on mine across the table. I looked up at him and he had pressed his lips into a thin line. “I am sorry, Lilith.”
I swallowed my food. “For what?”
“For being rude last night, I promise I will never do it again.”
I stared at his eyes and all I could see was the man with Dahlia in the nightmare. His touch made my skin itch. I pulled my hand out of his reach with an excuse of wiping my lips.
“I heard that a thousand times, Ryker.” I said, with a blank expression.
“I mean it this time… Should we go sweep Aria’s grave?”
I held my breath as I heard his words, my eyes watering at the thought of him asking to do that. I ran my hand to my stomach as I closed my eyes.
Aria was our unborn child, she died in my womb. I was too carried away doing maniac jobs, until one morning I had a severe pain in my abdomen. The doctor said I overworked myself, the child had died and I was diagnosed with permanent infertility.
I have always blamed myself. I lost my child and the ability to make another, it made me feel ashamed to look in Ryker’s eyes. I had failed him.
Ryker had never gone to visit the grave with me before, he always said that if he was too emotional for a child who didn’t even exist, he would only be a lunatic like me.
When he said we had to move on, I didn’t blame him. I felt that was a way he was using to cope with the pain of losing a child. Even though something told me that maybe he never cared enough.
I stared at Ryker, he smiled at me, and I reciprocated. I felt warmth travel through my insides. I feel so happy that he finally agreed to come to Aria’s grave today.
Maybe he still cares deep down, I will hold up to the strand of hope and I will save my marriage.
I nodded frantically. “Yes baby, we could go sweep Aria’s grave today
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