Alisha’s POV
Dark rainclouds were gathering outside the house, and bringing a breath of moisture in the air from time to time. I looked at the clock worriedly. It was 11 p.m. but my husband, Archied, the Alpha of the most powerful pack, Golden Crest, hadn't been back.
The food on the dining table had already gone cold, so I poured it into the trash bin and went back to the kitchen to prepare a new meal. Archie only ate the freshest food. However, while I was cooking, suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in the palm of my hand, followed by a scream echoing in my ears.
"Luna, you're bleeding!" The omega maid, Mireya shouted worriedly.
"Stay calm, you forgot we're werewolves? Don't panic, just get me some bandages," I reassured. Mireya brought me the bandages, and I pressed them against the wound, but the bleeding wouldn't stop. It was strange because my wounds usually healed quickly, but my Gift was wound healing。 Why it didn't work this time?
"Fetch me some medicine as well," I told the maid, noticing her deep concern. Just as I was about to take the medicine, everything went black before my eyes, and my heart throbbed with excruciating pain. I heard the maid frantically searching for her phone, attempting to call my husband.
"Luna, I called Alpha, but no one answered the phone. Maybe I can drive you to the hospital to deal with your cut. The knife pierced your hand and you have lost a good deal of blood."
"Never mind, Mireya, it's not a big deal. Believe me, I can handle it by myself. Maybe Archie was busy now. I don't need to go to the hospital. You can help me to get some new bandages. I need to change it." I calmed the poor Omega, who maybe never seen so much blood before. I couldn't leave, because I had to stay at home to wait for Archie. But I had a nasty feeling now.
Today was our wedding anniversary, so I had prepared a big meal to celebrate it with him. Did he forget it? I implied to him this morning that today was special and I hoped that he could come back tonight. Did he get into trouble with something? Maybe I should call him, but I was afraid that I might disturb him if he was busy with his work now. Today would be over soon, this was the second wedding anniversary for us, and we had missed the first one, and I didn’t want to miss it one more.
I held my phone tightly and didn't know whether I should call Archie again. At this time, a news notification popped up on my phone-”Singer Erma suspected to be celebrating birthday with her mysterious boyfriend."
My heart skipped a beat at sight of the name "Erma", my husband's first lover, and destined mate.
I couldn't wait anymore and summoned up the courage to call Archie. As the phone was connecting, my heartbeat became fast. When I got through, I heard a woman's voice on the other end of the line, "Sorry, Alisha, Archie is sleeping now."
Her genteel accent irritated me, and I got numb with this familiar but disgusting tone, Erma Cosey. "Why ... why are you answering Archie's phone? And why is he sleeping in your room?" I asked with a shaking voice, gripping the phone with tension, blood flowed down my hand.
"Well, Archie and I just finished sex. Sorry, Alisha, I know you are Archie's wife, but you're a disabled werewolf even without a wolf, who was unable to set up a link with him, so never can you give Archie real pleasure from his mate. You don't know how happy he is while he is with me."
My mind went blank when I heard Erma's reply.
"Oh my Moon Goddess, today is your wedding anniversary right? But doesn't Archie tell you that today is my birthday, so he would like to stay with me tonight?" Erma answered with a gurgle, "You know Archie loves me very much. As a disabled she-wolfwere, although you can become Luna by your shameful tricks, I am his true love! You can never get Archie's love and respect!"
No wonder that Archie didn’t appear on our first wedding anniversary. He told me that he was dealing with something important that day, so he just ordered a bouquet of roses for me and didn’t come home. Now, I knew the answer. He was busy accompanying Erma, his best lover.
I tried my best to control myself to reply calmly, “Well, Archie has told me a few days ago, but I didn't care about this trifle." Then I hung up the phone immediately before I burst into tears. I wouldn’t let that bitch hear it.
There was a vivid flash of lightning at the window, and the trees were bending in the gale.
I broke into hysterical sobs of grief and shame. How could Archie treat me like this?