LOGINThe bedroom door wasn't even closed, and the first thing I saw was her.
Long, blonde hair, clear skin.
Skinny.
She was everything I wasn't. Everything Skylar needed in a woman. That woman lying on the bed was confident in her skin. I mean, how could she not? She was perfect, had a body men would drool over, and one of those men was my husband, the father of the child growing in me.
My husband, who was thrusting into her like he never wanted to be separated from her. Who was kissing and licking her skin like she was made of honey. I stared with my eyes wide, and I couldn't help but flinch when he kissed her chest and then trailed down to her stomach.
No one would ever kiss me like that.
He was naked as well, his skin glistening with sweat. Skylar was so engrossed in her that he didn't notice me standing there. His groans and moans echoed in my ears like a haunted chant, burning themselves into my brain.
“Skylar,” I whispered so softly that I could barely hear myself, but he heard me. His body jolted as he pulled away from her so quickly she moaned in pain. He turned to me, his eyes wide.
“What the fuck?” he yelled, and the lady rushed to cover herself. He picked up his underwear and put it on quickly, his eyes hard on mine. “What the fuck, Kiadora?”
“H-how could you?” I asked softly, the tears blurring my vision, but somehow I could still see his face clearly and the rage there.
“What are you doing here?” he asked, walking to me and stopping in front of me. “What makes you think you can just barge in here like that?”
I stared at him, at the anger in his face, at the subtle hate in his eyes, and I saw no trace of the man I got married to.
“Is she the fourth one?” I asked, my voice shaking. “The fifth?”
He stepped closer to me, bringing his face closer to mine. “Who do you think you are to question me?”
“I am your wife!” I yelled, fisting my hands.
“A wife that can't give me an heir!” he roared, hitting the wall beside my head, and I flinched, a sharp pain going through my chest. “A wife that I can't bear to look at!” I recoiled from him, my eyes wide, and he just went on.
“Every time I think I'm going to be a father and finally have an heir, it’s gone. You lose it. What use is an omega who can't even keep a pregnancy? And just look at you. Look at yourself, Kaidora! It’s fucking hard to look at you! Every time I do, it kills whatever boner I have. I married a skinny woman. Not…” His eyes trailed over my body in disgust. “Not this.”
My chest was burning. The pain there felt too physical, like a knife was being plunged into my chest. My hands shook so hard I could feel my bones rattling. The tears slipped out slowly, my mouth opening and closing, but no words made it out.
Finally, I managed, “Do you know how hard it has been for me? Skylar, do you know how painful it has been? Every month, I take an injection that does unpleasant things to me, and you’re never there to offer your support!”
“Why will I when I know the end result is going to be the same?” he asked coldly. “When should I waste my time and be there when you won't be able to keep it?”
I shook my head and pressed my hand to my stomach. “This one will be different. The doctor said it would be different. I just have to increase my dose of the injection, and I'll be fine.”
Even though the injections were the very reasons I was this way.
He scoffed harshly. “The same way she said the last one will be fine? Wake up, Kiadora. You can never mother a child, and I am so sick of this!” He turned back and walked towards a drawer.
The pain increased, and it became hard to breathe. How… How could he say that? How could the same person who said he would always be there to support me go back and say something so harsh?
He walked back to me with a brown file, opened it, and brought out papers.
“I was going to wait for a while before I had you sign them, but I can't do this shit any longer.” My eyes widened when I realized what he was holding in his hands. “I already signed them. Do the same, and we’re done.”
I shook my head, taking a step back. “N-no. You can’t do this!”
“I’m already doing it. Don’t make this difficult.”
I was still shaking my head, the tears spilling out faster. No. No, this can't be the way it ends. It can't be!
Four years.
Four years of taking hormonal injections into my body.
Four years of watching as it changed me, and I slowly gained weight.
Four years of not being able to do anything despite working out and eating less.
Four years of several miscarriages, and it’s just going to end like this? I’m just going to sign those papers, and it’s all over? What about everything I've sacrificed? Everything I've lost? My body. My smile. My happiness. All that I had is no longer mine.
I couldn't stand to look at myself in the mirror because I didn't know who I saw staring back at me. I didn't know who I was anymore. All that I knew was that I was Skylar’s wife and I needed to give him an heir. So I never answered it when Cassandra introduced the injections. I was ready to do anything, even though it meant ruining my life in the process.
All I just wanted was to bear an heir.
And now everything was going to go down the drain with just one signature?
“No,” I whispered, still shaking my head even as I felt a headache. “Please, don’t do this, Skylar. I’m sorry. I shouldn't have come. I’m so sorry. I’ll go back home and act as if none of this happened. I promise I'll never say a word about this.”
I quickly turned to leave, but I gasped when I felt a hand drag me back by my hair. He threw me on the floor, and my eyes widened in pain when I hit my stomach on the floor.
“N-no,” I cried softly as I felt the pain increase. A pain I was all too familiar with. “No, please.”
I heard Skylar sigh, and he bent down to my level, holding the paper to my face. “Why do you have to make everything so different? Huh?” But I was no longer hearing him as I felt the familiar wetness between my legs. “Just fucking sign them!”
When I said nothing and just kept whispering, “No,” he groaned in frustration and grabbed my hand, forcing my fingers to close around a pen. He held the papers and forced me to sign them, but I was no longer thinking about the divorce as I felt myself losing my baby.
“There,” he said and got to his feet. “We’re done, Kai–” His words were cut off, and I didn't need to look to know why. I raised my head slowly to see him looking at my legs, where I knew they were already stained with blood. The anger vanished from his eyes, and he just stared at the blood with his lips parted. At that moment, hope bloomed in my chest, and I thought maybe I could still be with him even though he made me sign the papers. Maybe… maybe he would pity me, and not cast me aside.
But then he turned his head to me, and the hate and disgust were back in his eyes. This time, even stronger. “Of course.” He looked down at the blood again. “You couldn't even keep this one.”
Those were the last words I heard before everything went dark.
ELIASHot? Yeah, right. What a fucking joke. Hot has to be the understatement of the fucking decade. This lady, sitting so close yet so far away from me, was glorious. A beautiful, tender neck that I wanted to sink my teeth into and feel her soft, smooth flesh. With boobs that called out to me, and I just wanted to squeeze my whole body in between them. A soft stomach that I also wanted to bite. Thick thighs that I wanted to crush my head. And don't ever get me started on her ass. No, don’t get me started, because the things I wanted to do to that ass were unspeakable. “Uhm… thanks,” she muttered, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, that beautiful blush blooming on her cheeks like a rose, and I wanted to lick it.Hot? Elias, you fool, what were you thinking?I said nothing–couldn't–and just kept staring at her. She shifted uncomfortably, and I had to force myself to look away. I cleared my throat and stood up. My work was done. I’ve apologized, and I'm finally free from the g
I turned towards the voice, and my heart dropped when I saw Elias step out of the shadows.“W-what are you doing here?” I yelled, holding my chest as if that would stop my heart from racing so fast.“Waiting for you,” he answered in a low whisper as his eyes trailed over me, and that was when it hit me that I was still wearing the dress. My cheeks heated, and I looked around for something to cover myself with, but came up short. “Looking for something to hide behind? Perhaps an overcoat gown and coat?”My cheeks heat again, but from anger this time. I pointed at the door. “Leave.”But he just kept staring at me. “So you’ve had it in you all along.”“Had what?”“Fire.” He took another step closer to me, his eyes fixed on my chest before they rose to my eyes. “I thought you only knew how to keep your head down and shoulders curled.”“Please, leave my room, Elias.”But he just kept walking toward me. “I don't want to.”“But I want you to.”“Sure? Your pheromones say something different,
My eyes were wide as Roman’s lips moved on mine, soft and gentle. But I still couldn't wrap my head around the fact that this was happening. So I stayed frozen, my hands tensed on my sides. His hands on my face shook slightly, and that made my heart race, but I still didn't move.He broke the kiss, just pulling back slightly, but he didn't drop his hands from my face. The look in his eyes was intense, and I didn't know if I was the one seeing things, but I could swear he looked desperate and tense. “Everything was real,” he breathed, an edge to his voice, his hands cupping my face a little tighter. His eyes moved from one feature to another, as if he were memorizing my features. “Every smile.” His eyes dropped to my lips. “Every compliment.” They dropped to my chest, but he quickly looked away and back to my eyes. “Every time I looked at you. Everything you think you saw was true. It was there.”My breath hitched, something uncurling in my chest, but I still didn't let myself relax.
Maybe I should have waited for him to make the first move. Me doing this would definitely come off as desperate, and that is what I was. Desperate. Everything that has happened tonight has made me extremely desperate. The heated glances that he kept directing my way all through dinner, the accidental brushing of our fingers, and eating dessert from the same bowl. And then his words. My God, his words. Those words kept playing over and over again in my head, and I don't think they’ll stop for a while. So instead of waiting for him to come to me, I went to him.I pressed my lips to his, letting go of his hand and cupping the side of his face as I kissed him, closing my eyes. His lips were as soft as I thought they would be. Warm, too. His pheromones spiked, and I couldn't help the low moan that slipped out of me. There was just something about his pheromones that made me want to lose my mind and give in to it. I felt the same way with his brothers, but his was different. Maybe becau
My throat tightened. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out. No one has ever spoken to me like that, not even before Skylar. I searched his face for the joke, the pity, the look that always came when someone realized they were wrong. I saw none of that. He was simply looking at me like I was something pleasant to look at, like I wasn't too much. “You’re exaggerating,” I whispered. He didn't hesitate in his answer. “No. If anything, I’m failing.”How could he say that? No, the most important question here: why couldn't I believe him? Why does one cruel sentence from Skylar outweigh every kind word I've heard today?The attendants think I'm beautiful. Roman called me magnificent, but that small voice kept whispering, “They’re mistaken. He’s mistaken. Wait till he sees what hides under these clothes, then he’ll look away too.”“What if you’re wrong?” I asked in a small voice, trying to curl into myself. “What if you’re only seeing what you want to see?”He held my shoulder
“B-boyfriend?” I repeated weakly.The women giggled, one of them saying, “Oh, honey, if he’s not your boyfriend, then he’s trying to be one.”I shook my head. “No, you have it all wrong. He’s my–” Stepbrother. But I couldn't say that because then they would judge, so I swallowed it down.“Well, whoever he is, he’ll have a hard time looking away. I mean, look at you! You’re stunning!”Me? Stunning? That sounded impossible. But as I forced myself to look at the mirror again and keep looking, I saw someone different. I didn't see something broken, or a mistake, or someone who disgusted others. I just saw… I saw a woman looking back at me. I didn't see the mirror as an enemy as I kept looking. I didn't want to turn away and block the reflection. No, I wanted to keep looking.“Here, let’s do this,” the senior staff said as she stepped forward and held my hair up. She tied it into a messy bun, stepping back when she was gone, smiling like she had something excellent, and she did. I didn't







