My Cruel Alpha

CHAPTER TWO

KATARINA

Returning home, I spot Roman with his mistress Layla on the couch. As I pass the living room, Layla cries in Roman's arms. Seeing Roman stroke her back so gently hurts my chest. I clinch my fist, blink back my tears and walk toward my room.

My heart races with a mix of anger and heartbreak, and a knot tightens in my stomach. Each step feels heavier, as if the weight of betrayal is pulling me down. I struggle to keep my composure, my mind swirling with confusion and pain.

Reaching my room, I hear his foot steps following me. I walk into the room with a heavy sigh leaving the door open for him. I know it would be pointless to shut it, he’s a man on a mission.

“What the heck are you doing here?” He spins around and stares into my eyes with anger.

I sigh, "Roman, I live here. Why wouldn't I be here?" This constant fighting has left me without anything to do.

Roman's face contorts with frustration, his eyes narrowing as he clenches his jaw. He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but his hands still tremble slightly. "You know exactly what I mean," he says through gritted teeth, his voice barely above a whisper. The room feels suffocating, the air thick with tension and unspoken words. Dim lighting casts long shadows on the walls, amplifying unease. The volatile emotions between us make the space feel claustrophobic.

Getting angry at me, he screams, "How dare you bully Layla? What has she ever done to you?"

What has she done to me?

Apart from sleeping with my husband, moving into my house, and bullying me during the day?

"What do you mean? I haven't even been home most of the day." I reply, defending myself.

Roman's eyes widen with disbelief, and a bitter laugh escapes his lips. "Don't play innocent with me," he snaps, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Layla told me everything. I can't believe you would stoop so low."

His accusation stings, but I force myself to stay calm. It all started when I found out about their affair six months ago. Layla quickly moved in, and since then, she's been manipulating Roman, turning him against me and creating constant drama in our home. I can't stand to watch it happen, but I can't do anything about it. I'm stuck in a cycle of feeling like I'm powerless, and I'm determined to find a way to break out of it.

"She's lying, you're just refusing to see it." I yell.

He becomes ferocious. "Bullshit Katarina. You've had it out for her since she came into our lives."

Our lives? I take a deep breath, steadying my racing heart. As much as I want to lash out, I realize that fighting fire with fire won't get me anywhere. I need to find a way to regain control of my life and emotions, even if it means stepping back and reassessing everything.

Aside from the fact that I haven't done anything to her, what wife would be thrilled if her husband moved his girlfriend in? He is truly delusional to think that I would be happy with such an arrangement.

Angry, I snort. “I haven’t done anything to her Roman; she’s just faking it.”

Roman's face contorts with rage, his eyes narrowing into slits. "Do you really expect me to believe that?" he growls, his fists clenching at his sides. His whole body vibrates with barely contained fury, making it clear that he's past the point of listening.

He walks out slamming the door.

Tears well up in my eyes as the sound of the door slamming echoes through the house. I sink to the floor, feeling the weight of despair pressing down on me. For a moment, I let the sobs escape, giving in to the pain and frustration that have been building up for months.

A few months ago, I drew up divorce agreement papers after Roman chose Layla's lies over me for the first time. I wanted to give our marriage a chance to work out, to get past her. I thought a child might help me winning even a piece of Roman's heart if I could give him an heir.

"He will never accept me as his mate. He will always choose her over me, which means he will never accept our children." I whisper to myself. "Do this for your children." I grab the papers and stroke the bold lettering with my thumb.

As my fingers trace the bold lettering, a mix of sorrow and resolve washes over me. The weight of the decision is heavy, but the thought of protecting my future children gives me strength. With each stroke, I feel a glimmer of hope that maybe, just maybe, this act will pave the way to a better life for all of us.

I pour all of my courage into signing the papers as tears stream down my cheeks. I place them back in the drawer after I sign them, trying to make sense of what has just happened.

A sense of finality washes over me, mingling with the sorrow that already envelops my heart. Relief tugs at the edges of my mind, knowing that I’ve taken the first step toward reclaiming my life. Yet, the fear of the unknown looms large, creating a storm of conflicting emotions within me.

My peace doesn't last long. Roman returns a few minutes later, throwing the door open violently.

His presence feels like a dark cloud reentering the room, casting a shadow over my fragile resolve. His eyes, now filled with a wild, unrestrained anger, lock onto mine, and I can feel the air grow thick with tension. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he demands, his voice a dangerous whisper that sends shivers down my spine.

I slam my vanity drawer closed and face him. Roman stands tall with a commanding presence, his broad shoulders filling the doorway. His dark hair is disheveled, and his piercing blue eyes, now blazing with anger, seem to cut through me. The sharp lines of his jaw clench tightly as he waits for my response, his entire demeanor radiating a barely contained fury.

“Ro-Roman?” I stutter watching him twist the lock behind him.

“Do you think you're going to be the luna of my pack?” he crosses me and shoves me onto the bed.

In an attempt to escape from him, I try to scramble away from him, but Roman grabs my ankle and pulls me back, before leaning his body over mine to hold me in place.

“Let’s not forget your deception that caused this marriage in the first place.” He growls and begins to undress me. Fear and panic surge through me, my heart pounding erratically in my chest. Each touch from Roman sends a wave of dread coursing through my veins, as helplessness takes hold. Despite my inner turmoil, a small voice within me urges me to stay strong and find a way out of this terrifying situation.

"No!" I yell, fighting him. “Stop! Please!”

I thrash wildly, my hands pushing against his chest in a desperate attempt to create distance between us. My nails dig into his skin, but he barely flinches, his grip on my wrists tightening painfully. I kick my legs, trying to connect with any part of him, but his weight pins me down, making my efforts feel futile.

"I'm not the one who needs to stop. Stop pretending Katarina, this is what you asked for when you ruined my life." His grip is unyielding, and I can feel the fury radiating off of him. His words make it clear he is done with me, and that I have no chance of escape.

“Roman! Stop! I don’t want any of this!" I scream, fighting against him.

He removes my bra, and the weight of his accusations finally settles. I remain still, this is all my life will ever be with him. He will never be happy to be tied to me. Despair washes over me as I realize the gravity of my situation, tears streaming down my face. The sense of betrayal and hopelessness is overwhelming, and I feel utterly trapped in the nightmare that my life has become. Each second that passes reinforces the devastating truth that there is no escape from this torment, leaving me feeling broken and defeated.

“Then let’s get a divorce.”