"Apologize then," I keep going, feeling a little too smug, "Say you're sorry. Say you’re stupid and I AM perfect.""Fuck no," he spits out, looking over his shoulder, but we're definitely hidden in here, "You don't call the shots here, I've told you that.""I think I do right now," I push, feeling greedy. I want to take advantage of the one time I do have some power. He wants these people to respect him and see him as a good man. And I have the opportunity to fuck that up for him, "Apologize, Jae. Say you’re a stupid little man and I’m perfect.”"I would never say those words," he says, his face hard and angry, "Let's go back outside before you really fucking piss me off.""No. Apologize right now or I'll make a scene," I threaten, brave as a blind dog being chased by a lion. Stupid and hopeless. And yet, I can't stop myself, "I swear I'll do it. I told you I will always defend myself.""Against what? What the fuck did I do today? I'm being a good husband," he says, as if he actually,
I have to force myself to smile and touch Jae for over twenty minutes when I really just want to scream and hide my head on the floor like a scared ostrich. And just stay there. Every time Jae opens his mouth, he makes me hate him even more. Fuck him. Fuuuuck him. And fuck my mom for being so stupid. Does she even know what power of attorney is? Probably not. Or she probably didn't care, she was just thinking about the money."Are you okay, Anya?" someone asks me all of a sudden. I look at the guy, completely confused. I've been zoning out so much, I don't even remember his name. "Yeah, all good," I give him a fake smile, and I guess it's obvious because the mood gets a little awkward, but luckily he changes the subject and starts talking about boring stuff with Jae again. Once the random guy leaves, Jae turns me until I'm face to face with him and wraps an arm around my waist to pull me into his body. He grabs my head with his other hand and brings his lips to my ear. I'm sure we
We leave the premises with a new painting of mostly purple tones, a gorgeous small jewelry box, and the ugly statue I broke. Or, at least, its pieces. We drive back home in silence again, but this time it feels different, even more charged somehow. I'm a little buzzed from the champagne and I can’t stop myself from stealing glances at Jae every couple of seconds. He just looks at me from time to time, still in silence. Before anyone can say something, his phone starts ringing."What's up?" He answers. "Are you still busy?" I hear faintly, it's a male voice, "We're hanging out in Barracuda, in case you want to join.""Who's there?" Jae asks and gives me another side glance. The guy says a bunch of names, and Jae nods, "Fine, I'll be there in an hour. And I'm bringing my wife.""Oh," I let out with a frown, completely confused by that, "No. You don't have to...""Did I ask?" He snaps at me, then continues talking with his friend for a couple of seconds while I’m trying to understand
The car door slams shut behind me and I stumble slightly on the uneven ground. Jae's grip on my arm is firm, almost bruising. I try to pull away, but he holds me in place. His expression is unreadable, but I know him well by now. He's going to do something, probably something horrible. "Jae, I... I was just... I didn't mean to..." I stammer, my heart racing as I try to come up with an excuse."You didn't mean to what? Flash me on the road? Try to seduce me again?" His words feel like a slap in the face, and I felt my cheeks burn with humiliation. As usual, "You're still trying to, Anya? That's not how this works. I don't get pulled by the dick by no one, especially not you." "I didn't mean it like that," I repeat, my voice shaky, "I was just trying to... I don't know... get a rise out of you.""A rise?" He scoffs, releasing my arm and taking a step back. "You think this is some kind of game?""Yes," I answer, feeling the weight of his gaze on me, "It’s just a silly game. I wanted y
By the time we arrive back at the pack, it's one in the morning and I'm really fucking tired. I’ve been up since six in the morning of yesterday and all I want to do is snuggle in my big bed and sleep, but Jae keeps driving for another ten minutes until we reach an old cabin named Barracuda. There’s a bunch of fancy cars outside that don’t match the vibe. I frown as we walk inside because this does not look like a place where Jae or his snob friends would hang out.But of course it's not. As soon as Jae opens the door, I realize the old look of the cabin is only a facade. Inside, it looks like a modern and sleek bar, but there's no one currently attending the bar or sitting in the tables inside. Everyone is hanging out on the terrace outside, looking directly at the Ellington River.It's gorgeous. As soon as we walk to the terrace, everyone gets up to greet mister next Alpha and his tired wife. Of course, I force myself to keep up the perfect Luna act while I say hello to his friends.
{ Jae }My friends think Anya is cool. They like her. I can see it in the way they keep dragging her into conversation instead of dismissing her as yet another pretty girl I have on my lap. This is extremely beneficial to our fake marriage, but it’s also good to see she’s an even better social butterfly than I expected. She knew how to be mature, polite and respectful to people in the council event, but she also knows how to joke around with my closest friends. She even managed to dodge Sophie’s jealous attack as if it meant nothing to her. That probably solidified our relationship in everyone’s minds even more because I would never marry some pathetic, jealous girl. My wife had to be like that, confident and secure, because I wouldn’t accept anything less. If I didn’t consider Anya my opponent, I would tell her she’s actually the perfect Luna. But I hate her, so I won’t say shit. She’s still laughing at something Rogan is saying and hugging my neck when I decide to go for anothe
I wake up the next day at fucking six in the morning even though is Saturday and I don't have anything to do today. And I just went to bed like three hours ago. I groan, annoyed with myself and I try to go back to sleep, but this hard ass matress is not comfortable enough for that... I fucking hate this bed. Anya's mattress was way better. So, I make the executive decision of moving my tired ass to that mattress so I can keep sleeping some more. I walk downstairs still in my boxers and I open Anya's door. My wolf starts waking up in my mind then because the room smells intensely of her cherry scent. So much that I know without a doubt she's been touching herself again. Just like I said, she's a very horny teenage girl. "Hey," I say when I get to her, sleeping on her side with her mouth slightly open. Anya gasps and opens her big grey eyes in fear. Her long hair is all crazy and she's still wearing make up as if she didn't take it off last night, "Get up, move.”"What? Why?" She a
Around an hour later, I start to feel like actual shit, but not as much as I would feel without the pill I took. I instantly get mad at life because why is it always the same fucking thing? Every damn month. What did I do to deserve this pain? I’m a good person. I do good things. I only started being hateful when I met my husband, not before. I really can’t wait to get pregnant and spend nine glorious months without having a period. God, I can almost taste how good that’s going to be. Maybe I’ll get swollen and uncomfortable, but I know it’s going to be better than dealing with cramps once a month. My stomach is grumbling with hunger but I’m at the point where, if I eat something, I’ll probably throw it up anyway. So there’s no point in consuming anything. I don’t even have the energy to use my phone to distract myself, I only turn on the TV to have some background noise and I spend hours and hours dealing with the pain. And then the fever and the nausea. I have to throw myself