The weight of betrayal
Chapter 4
He stood in his study, watching his pack members train. Sweat ran down their skin, grit caked on their feet. There was a reason the Luna Ruby pack was at the top; nobody dared to tangle with them. The other wolves themselves were no match for the armies they trained. The Lombardi themselves reportedly use the tactics they were taught. Ronaldo Matteo was at the center of it all. Men looked up to him and wished they were him, while women were willing to take off their underwear just by glancing at him.
They say he was a sight to behold.
They told me that I would be okay if he killed me.
They said, "I wish he was my mate."
They said that I could melt at the sight of him.
However, there was one woman who didn't think much of him.
What now? She thought, but dared not remark, that he's only a man.
Dorothy Betrano was a fascinating individual. She enjoyed being the center of attention and yearned for the finer things in life. Her beautiful brown hair, rosy cheeks, and tan complexion often attracted men to her. Her eyes were a rich brown that mesmerized men with just a glance, and her smile shone brightly like the sun. Those brown eyes gave them a comforting, homey feeling and brought them back to their homeland. They were strong, confident, and full of determination all at once. Men called her the goddess herself. Some claimed she was a witch who had altered her appearance to attract men.
How stupid, Dorothy thought to herself.
Any man can open her legs.
She really is a whore.
Her hair looks too simple.
Her face is too round.
Her chuckle sounds like a toad croaking.
Her brain is smaller than her nose.
Her breasts are the sole reason men are attracted to her.
Like her, her mother was probably a whore as well.
Dorothy was accustomed to the harsh remarks made by the pack ladies. She caught everyone's attention wherever she went, without even trying. It was her aura, as her mother had informed her, warm as a summer day but tough as steel. The Luna Ruby's female members held diverse opinions. She never thought it was her fault that their partners were constantly making advances at her. If anything, the men were to blame.
The virgin decided to read in the library most of the time because she had been the center of attention since the day she was born. It was more productive, in her opinion, than chatting up the other women about trivial things. Unfortunately, the other girls had transformed her absence into "whore time."
But she didn't mind. Her escape came from her books. She escaped from the life she was leading.
Chaos was plaguing the Blood Moon. When word spread that the future Luna had cheated on the future Alpha, people began to take sides.
That is not what she would do! Compared to Elena, her heart is larger!
Lucia felt shocked for sure. Although she was aware that her sister was occasionally deceitful, she never imagined that she would cheat on Blaine. That damn chick was confined to discussing their upcoming wedding and the number of puppies they were acquiring.
To exacerbate the situation, Lucia was unable to recall anything from Friday night. By now it was Monday, and all she could think of was her winning.
While warming up for the race that would take place tonight, Lucia was totally focused on her training. She had to focus all of her attention on one item since she didn't have time to think back on Friday's occurrences.
"Success."
BLAINE DE LOMBARDI
Manhood is a pain. I never expected to be betrayed by the girl I gave my heart to. She was expected to love me for who I am, not because of my title.
Not to mention that every damn pack official keeps telling me that if word gets out about my future Luna cheating on me, packs will start doubting our authority.
I can't help but think of Mirabel whenever I see a woman. I can hear the murmurs of sympathy from my rucksack.
The unfortunate boy.
This isn't fair; he didn't deserve his mother and now Luna.
The fact that these wolves were referring to Mirabel—the treacherous liar—as their Luna greatly irked my wolf. The only Luna they would have would be his mate; she was not their Luna.
Fools! The Luna is our partner!
A mate is not what I want.
It makes no difference; our partner will be a gift from the goddess herself, and if you try to ruin it...
His wolf withdrew to the recesses of his thoughts and growled. Our mate won't be much better than Mirabel, you stupid wolf.
"Mirabel, Mirabel, Mirabel."
I feel like I can't escape that damn woman, no matter where I go.
The truth is that my lungs only breathe for her, and my heart still beats for her. How can I love someone who has caused me such great pain? I have no idea what it's like to die, but please, God, spare me if it feels anything like this. I have a physical sense of my impending death. Right now, it would be better to die since, at least with death, you know that it will end someday. Because I have to go through it and I'll be here to feel it, it seems worse than death. Every single tiny stab that this heartbreak causes will pierce my heart.
I want to be free for just one damn moment in my life. I want to experience the exhilaration of being independent and free. When I've done something wrong, I want to experience the rush of adrenaline coursing through my body. I want my blood to race with adrenaline, faster than a gunshot.
How recently have I taken care of myself? When was the last time I took care of myself instead of Mirabel or the pack? How recently have I acted selfishly?
I want to live for myself, not for other people. I want to do whatever I damn well choose, no matter what the repercussions.
Blaine, we can't be selfish since we are alphas.
In theory, I have two years left before I turn Alpha.
And I'm going to make the most of these next two years.
Before I open my heart to another woman, I shall pass away. A woman represented misery and agony, but above all, a woman represented the news of his much-desired independence being taken away was devastating to him.
