Mated To The Blind Lycan: His Unexpected Tattooed Face Luna

Ella “Excuse me, ma’am, for the umpteenth time, you are not allowed past this part of the office. You can’t see the boss,” the red-haired receptionist said again, her tone sharp and impatient. I stared at her, my anger barely contained. I had been standing here for over thirty minutes, going back and forth with her like I was some stranger with no right to be here. This was my company—something I had built with my own blood, sweat, and sleepless nights. Yet here I was, being denied entry like I didn’t belong. I took a slow breath, trying to stay calm. “Fine,” I said, forcing my voice to remain steady. “If you won’t let me go in, can you at least call your boss one more time? Maybe he will pick up this time. Tell him his wife is here, tell him Ella Peterson.” The receptionist let out a small scoff, her lips curling into a mocking smile as she looked me up and down, her eyes full of disdain. “I really love the way you keep throwing the name ‘Peterson’ around,” she said sarcastically. “But you and I both know that no one as ugly as you could possibly be related to the real Petersons.” Her words stung, but she didn’t stop there. “Besides,” she continued, folding her arms, “the boss is not married. He’s engaged but definitely not married. And certainly not to some pregnant woman.” She pointed rudely at my stomach. “Now, can you please leave and let me do my job? Or I’ll have security come and drag your ugly face out of here.” I swallowed hard, my hands tightening around the bag I was holding. Inside it was the lunch I had made for Paul. I had spent hours preparing it, even though I knew he never really liked my cooking. Still, I made it anyway. It was my way of showing appreciation—for everything he had been doing, for handling the company in my absence. I knew how stressful it could be, especially these past few months. Before I could respond, another employee walked up to the desk. She glanced at me briefly before turning to the receptionist. “I thought she already left,” she said with a small laugh. “It seems she enjoys standing here,” the receptionist replied. The woman shook her head, her expression full of disgust. “Well, I don’t know how you can stand it. I can’t even look at her face for a minute,” she added, not bothering to lower her voice. Their laughter filled the space, and for a moment, I felt something inside me crack. I wanted to shout at them, to tell them that without this “ugly face,” they wouldn’t even have jobs to come to. That every corner of this building existed because of me. But I was too tired, too drained to fight. “Can you please leave?” the receptionist snapped again, louder this time, drawing a few curious glances from people nearby. Just as I was about to turn away, another voice cut through the tension. “Mrs. Peterson…?” I froze, a woman approached us quickly, her eyes widening with recognition as she got closer. I recognized her too, Kessla. She had worked with me back when I was still actively running the company. “Mrs. Peterson, it’s so nice to see you again after such a long time,” Kessla said warmly, her face lighting up as she stopped in front of me. The receptionist and her friend exchanged shocked glances, their earlier confidence completely gone. “Thanks, Kessla,” I said, letting out a quiet breath. “I’m here to see Paul, but I guess the new receptionist doesn’t know me since it’s been so long since I last came here.” Kessla’s expression immediately hardened as she turned to face them. “Do you even know who you were just speaking to?” she asked, her voice sharp with anger. “This is the founder of this company, the owner. The only reason you see Mr. Paul as the head is because she allowed him to take over.” The two women looked like they had just seen a ghost. Kessla stepped closer to them, her tone firm and commanding. “Next time she comes here, you let her in immediately. No questions, no insults. Do you understand me?” They nodded quickly, almost tripping over their words as they began to apologize. “We are so sorry, ma’am, it won’t happen again” I didn’t respond, Kessla turned back to me, her expression softening into a small, respectful smile. “Sir is waiting for you in his office. I will see you before you leave,” she said gently. Then she added, “The company has really missed your presence.” I gave a faint nod. “Thank you, I will see you around.” With that, I began walking toward Paul’s office. Each step felt heavier than the last, my emotions still tangled from everything that had just happened. As I walked through the familiar halls, I glanced around. It had been almost two years since I last stepped foot here, yet everything looked almost exactly the same, the same walls, the same layout, the same atmosphere. A small smile touched my lips as I placed a hand on my stomach. “Mommy is really proud of Daddy,” I whispered softly to my baby. When I reached his office door, I raised my hand to knock—but then I froze. The sound of the moaning coming from inside stopped me. My heart began to race, pounding so loudly in my chest it almost drowned everything else out. A strange feeling washed over me, confusion and dread. My baby shifted inside me, as if reacting to my sudden panic. Before I could think it through, I pushed the door open. Paul, my husband of three years banging his secretary, my former secretary against the desk, moaning the way I have never heard him moan in my life. The lunchbox slipped from my hands and crashed to the floor, they both turned toward me. Tonia quickly adjusted her dress, but there was no shame on her face, only a faint, mocking smirk. Paul looked disordered, caught off guard, but not guilty enough. My lips trembled as I tried to speak. “W-what is going on here?” I stuttered, tears already streaming down my face before I could stop them. Instead of answering, his expression shifted into irritation. “What are you doing here?” he snapped. “I thought I told you to stop coming here.” I stared at him in disbelief. “What do you mean what am I doing here?” My voice broke as it rose. “You have the nerve to ask me that? I just caught you cheating with your secretary!” “And so?” he shot back without hesitation. “If you had stayed at home like I told you,” he continued coldly, “you wouldn’t have seen any of this. It’s simple. Stay at home.” I took a few slow steps further into the room, my legs trembling but my anger pushing me forward. "This is what you have to say after I caught you cheating on me?” My voice shook, but I didn’t stop. “After everything I have done for you? For your family? This is my company, Paul. I built it from nothing, and I trusted you enough to let you run it. And this is how you repay me? By sleeping with my employee?” Tonia let out a mocking laugh beside him, folding her arms like she had already won. “First of all, I am not your employee,” she said with a smirk. “And Paul is my mate.” Her words felt like a slap, but she kept going. “You really think he loves you?” she continued, her voice dripping with cruelty. “He only stayed with you out of pity. No one wanted you—not with that ugly scar on your face. Not even your own parents could stand you.” She glanced at my stomach with disgust. “If anything, he has already done more than enough for you. At least he gave you that child you’re carrying.” Her words cut deep because they carried pieces of truth I had spent my whole life trying to ignore. Yes, I had a large dark birthmark covering one side of my face. And yes, people had treated me differently because of it, my own parents included. I had grown up unwanted, unseen until Paul came into my life. He had been kind and gentle, he told me I was beautiful, that he would stand by me no matter what anyone said. I believed him. I held onto his words like they were everything. That was why I worked so hard, I built this company from the ground up, pouring everything I had into it until it became successful. And when it did, I brought him in. I trusted him. I believed we were building a future together. But then things changed, work started affecting our marriage, or at least that was what he said. He convinced me to step back, to become a stay-at-home wife. He promised me the company would be safe in his hands. And I believed him again. I trusted him with everything—my business, my money, my future. I even paid for his younger sister’s education and bought a house in his name. And now “You betrayed me,” I said quietly, my voice breaking. “I trusted you with everything. You said you loved me.” Paul let out a small smirk, like my pain meant nothing to him. “I never loved you,” he said coldly. “Not then, not now. And I never will. You had potential,” he continued casually. “You were useful, I needed someone to help me climb up, and you were perfect for that. But look at you…” His eyes swept over me with disgust. “I can’t even take you out or introduce you to my friends. I’m ashamed to be seen with you.” I felt my heart shatter piece by piece. “I feel disgusted when I f**k you,” he added, his voice flat. “But I had to make you believe I cared, so you would trust me completely.” A sharp pain suddenly shot through my body, so intense it forced a gasp out of me. My hands instinctively moved to my stomach as another wave followed. My breath became uneven. “Help me…” I whispered, trying to steady myself as I reached for the desk. “Please help me…” The pain spread through my back and down my body, stronger than anything I had ever felt. My baby was coming but it was too early, I still have a month. Paul looked at me without a single trace of concern. “I never wanted you,” he said coldly. “And I don’t want that child either. It will probably turn out ugly just like you.” Tears blurred my vision as I shook my head weakly. “Paul? please don’t leave me…” But he had already turned away. “Come on,” he said to Tonia casually, as if nothing important was happening. “Let’s go.” And just like that, they walked out. I screamed, the pain and fear taking over me completely. “Help! Somebody please help me!” My voice echoed through the empty space, but no one came. Something warm ran down my leg. I looked down and saw blood. Panic consumed me. “Please… someone… save me, save my baby…” I cried, my strength fading fast. The room began to spin. My body felt heavy, too heavy to hold up anymore. And then everything went dark.