Jealous sister of Alpha mate

Breakfast of Bitter Apples

Mila woke up to find herself alone. She heaved a deep sigh and walked to the washroom to freshen up. Standing under the shower, the warm water cascading over her did nothing to wash away her troubles. All she yearned for was for everything to be back the way it used to be. She longed for Ethan to be there with her, holding her hand, assuring her that everything would be okay. Another sigh escaped her lips.

After getting ready, Mila walked towards the dining room to eat. Lately, she had been craving strawberries intensely. Perhaps she would ask the cook to prepare a strawberry cake or dessert. Just as she was about to enter the dining room, Damien stopped her. "Good morning, Mila," he greeted.

Mila offered a soft smile in return. "Morning to you too, Damien."

"How are you, little champ? Is he working you up, Mila?" Damien asked, his gaze falling affectionately on her growing belly bump.

"He's a good boy," she whispered, her hand gently cradling her stomach. "Loves Mama so much."

Damien smiled warmly. "I've come to tell you, the healer will be here by afternoon. I heard you had a nightmare again. Is everything okay?" he asked, a hint of concern in his voice.

Mila's face soured instantly. "Did Ethan tell you this?" she questioned, her voice tinged with hurt. "Does he think he gets to care after what he's done? Damien, do you honestly think everything will be okay?"

Damien sighed, his voice dropping to a gentle whisper. "Shhh, Mila, don't get sad. It's not good for the baby. I don't care about anyone else, but you are my sister, and my best friend. "I will always be with you, no matter what." He offered a reassuring smile.

"Now, let's get you something to eat, okay?" he said, gently guiding Mila into the dining room.

As they entered, Damien's mood immediately soured. His gaze landed on Grace, who sat casually in Mila's chair, the one positioned beside Pack Alpha's. Damien's expression tightened with rage; this was a blatant insult, a direct defiance of the Luna's rightful place. He longed to give her a piece of his mind, but Mila's tight grip on his hand stopped him.

"Hi, sister. "Good morning," Grace greeted, a smirk playing on her lips.

"Morning," Mila mumbled, her voice barely a whisper.

"Heard you had a nightmare? "Is everything okay?" Grace asked, her tone dripping with fake concern.

Mila silently settled into one of the other seats, offering no answer. Grace's smirk deepened. She knew exactly what buttons to push, how to cut deep into the soul without drawing blood.

"You know, I would have looked after you, but…" she sighed dramatically, placing a hand protectively over her own belly. Mila's grip on her fork tightened until her knuckles whitened. "Poor Ethan had to stay up all night looking after me, as I wasn't feeling well," Grace added, feigning sadness.

"Enough, Grace!" Damien's voice cut through the air, sharp and serious.

"Oh, I'm just sharing with my sister what happened last night, why Ethan had to stay with me. "She doesn't feel bad, does she?" Grace retorted, a picture of false innocence.

"You are crossing your limits, Grace!" Damien's voice rose with clear anger.

"Limits! Since when did talking with my sister become crossing limits?" she mocked, her eyes glinting.

"Sitting in a chair that belongs to the Luna is a limit that was not supposed to be crossed!" he roared.

"Come on, Mila is my sister, isn't she? "Aren't sisters supposed to share things with each other?" Grace said, her smirk unwavering.

"Yes, sisters do share things with each other," Mila retorted, her voice sharp as a knife. "Only things. There's a difference between sharing things and claiming positions, Grace. That was a position that belongs to me, and no one—I repeat, no one—has the right to claim it. I hope you understand that, sister."

Grace's smirk faltered a bit, but she refused to lose, especially not to her sister. "Have you tried the breakfast?" she asked dreamily, her eyes wide. "Everything is specially made from apples, as I was craving apples. Ethan ordered the cooks to make everything."

Mila could barely stand it anymore. Everything was overwhelming her; she wanted to scream and throw things, but her reputation demanded composure. Sensing her discomfort, Damien stood up and took Mila's hand. Understanding his silent hint, she rose, and they walked out of the dining room in stony silence.