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CHAPTER ONE

Divorce

Jane

Jane

“Focus.” Ethan’s harsh voice pierces the haze of my thoughts, drawing my attention back to his face.

“If I wanted to rut a wooden board, I would.” Ethan snaps, gripping my hair so tightly I’m afraid he’ll rip it out of my head. “What’s wrong, Jane, can you not feel me inside you?” He demands, slamming his hips into mine so forcefully I feel sure he’ll leave a bruise. “Am I not fucking you hard enough?”

Still I don’t respond. All I can do is imagine him with Eve, kissing and making love to her, giving her all the affection he used to give me. I can see their writhing bodies in my minds eye, naked and moaning, tangling the sheets of the Alpha’s bed. It makes me feel sick to my stomach to know my husband was inside the other woman mere hours ago; is his libido really so profound that one she-wolf is not enough for him? How does he even have the energy to use me this way when Eve was pleasuring him all night long?

The only blessing is that he must have showered in between trysts, because I cannot smell her on him. Still, I’m sure I’ll hear all about it before long, Eve never lets me forget just how much my husband enjoys her body.

Ethan doesn’t think I know. In fact he hides their relationship incredibly well. I’d never know if it wasn’t for Eve. She loves torturing me with every sordid detail of their sex life: how much pleasure he gives her, how they laugh about me when my back is turned.

Ethan’s muscular body glistens with sweat above me, so rugged and handsome it makes me ache with desire. My body responds to him out of instinct, brought to life by his powerful pheromones and skillful hands even though I want to cry knowing how little I matter to him now.

Ethan used to say I was his entire world; now I’m nothing but a sex toy to him. I’m not sure how much longer I can bear it. One way or another, I have to find a way out of this, or I’ll spend the rest of my days being tortured by these images in my head.

I feel like I’m about to explode – inside and out. All my horrible imaginings bringing Ethan and Eve’s affair to life in my head, and the relentless pounding of his hardness into my most intimate flesh.

“Ahh!” I can’t contain my moan as Ethan rams into that special spot deep inside me.

“Oh you like that, do you?” He smirks, making the same movement again and chuckling at my helpless whimpers, “That’s right Janey, tell me how much you love it."

I bite down on my lip, forcing myself to stay quiet. Growling, his pace increases again, and I know he’s close. I stare sightlessly up at the ceiling while he spills himself into my womb with a low growl.

Afterwards his lips seek mine, but before he can kiss me, I turn my head away. “No!”

His oversized hand, still fisted in my hair, pulls my face forward. “No?” He repeats in an ominous rumble.

“Do you kiss Eve when you’re done with her too?” I ask bitterly.

I can’t believe my own daring, I’ve wanted to ask him about his affair – to confront him for almost a year now. Yet Ethan barely registers my remark, he simply shakes his head and pushes away from me, muttering, “crazy woman,” under his breath.

Sitting up and curling my legs into my chest, I take a few deep, fortifying breaths. “That wasn’t worth a kiss.” I hiss. “That wasn’t worth anything. Honestly, you’re so bad in bed we should just get a divorce.”

When he turns back, I feel a rush of pure triumph. He looks furious, but I relish his anger. The truth is that he’s so skilled in bed that he has to work very hard not to give me pleasure, if it wasn’t for his betrayal with Eve I could probably find release just looking at his handsome features. He wants to punish me, but he can’t have it both ways, he can’t treat me like dirt and also have the willing sex slave he desires.

Ethan turns back with a lethal expression, “Excuse me?” He barks, fighting to remain in control.

Now that I’ve found my courage, I can’t lose my momentum. I’ve been trying to work up the courage to leave him for a long time now, I’ve known for a while that the person Ethan truly loves is Eve. Eve, the she-wolf who saved his mother while I stood by and watched. Eve, the woman who loved him for his personality, when I only married him for his money.

Sure he might have thought he loved me when we were young, but now that everyone around him has convinced him that I’m just a worthless, gold-digging omega Ethan must have decided I’m not worthy of being his luna after all. Maybe that’s why he always turns to Eve – he may still be attracted to me enough to keep me around, but she’s the one who will bear his pups.

With a splitting headache, I staggered over to the dresser, pulled open the second drawer, and rummaged through what's inside until I found a large envelope. I pulled it out and handed it to Ethan.

He scanned it down and then glared at me in shock and anger, "You're actually leaving me?!"

“Does that truly surprise you?” I ask, gesturing to the bed. “You can’t have thought I was happy in this marriage.”

Dark clouds roll into his eyes, and he flips through the packet, stopping at the financial terms, “Everyone always said you were only with me for money.” Ethan hisses. “Was this your plan from the beginning? Did you marry me just so you could rob me blind in the divorce? Is that why you’ve been so cruel to Mom and Eve?” He accuses. “Because they were getting in the way of your plan?”

I’m cruel! I think in outrage, He’s calling me cruel.

I’m sure the “everyone” he’s talking about are the same women he’s accusing me of abusing, the ones who have been whispering poison in his ear from the day we wed. He never believed it until Eve’s scheme “proved” I was a selfish, hateful little gold digger - as she so diplomatically puts it.

Three years ago the accusation would have infuriated me, now it feels like nothing compared to the suffering he’s already inflicted. I don’t care what he thinks of me anymore. I just want out, and if this will convince him to sign the papers, so be it.

“That’s right.” I bite back, “you should have listened to their warnings.”

When my words land, Ethan’s already livid expression turns absolutely terrifying. Suddenly I realize provoking him might have been a very bad idea. After all, signing the papers or refusing aren’t his only options here..

He prowled toward me with a thunderous expression, looking furious beyond belief. The hair on the back of my neck stands on end, and my inner wolf cowers in fear. Does he hate me so much that he’d attack me? Could he kill me?

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CHAPTER TWO

I Am Pregnant

Jane

Looking at my husband now, whose eyes glow and claws extend as he fights to keep his own wolf in check… I think he just might.

Ethan is gulping in livid breaths of air, his chest rapidly rising and falling as he glares at me with abject fury. His rage is so palpable that undiluted fear rushes through my veins and I find myself paralyzed, frozen in place like a startled rabbit. If I move will he attack? My inner wolf is cowering with her tail tucked between her legs, our every submissive instinct triggered by my husband’s threatening demeanor.

However, instead of lunging towards me or shifting, Ethan simply slams the document onto the dresser and slashes a pen across it, savagely signing the papers without another word. He throws them towards me, then turns on his heel without another word, storming from the room.

A wave of relief floods over me, and for the first time since I said those horrible, thoughtless words, I’m able to breathe. My heart is still pounding in my chest, but it feels stronger than it has in years. Even as it slams against my ribs so forcefully I fear they might break, I can’t help but feel a profound sense of elation.

Am I really free? Is it really over?

Bending to retrieve the papers at my feet, I run my fingers over Ethan’s hastily scrawled signature with a featherlight touch. In less than five minutes, I’ve gone from being an omega slave to a liberated woman. My life is finally my own again, and I have my entire future ahead of me.

I still can’t believe it the next morning as I pack my bags. I’ve been smiling from the moment I woke up. I’m so happy that not even Eve’s sour face and nasal voice can ruin my mood.

She’s standing in my doorway, cradling a cup of hot coffee in her palms and watching me transfer clothing from my dresser into my bags, “So he finally did it.” She sneers, smugly sipping the aromatic liquid. “I should have known. When Ethan came to my room last night he was so excited we didn’t even make it to the bed. I must have had three orgasms in a row - right there against the door.” Eve brags, swinging her hips as she sashays into the room.

Setting her mug on the side table, the curvy she-wolf perches on the edge of the bed next to my suitcase, looking me up and down with obvious disgust. “He should have kicked you to the curb a long time ago. I suppose he felt sorry for you.” Eve theorizes. “Poor, ugly omega’ No one’s ever going to want you now, used up by the alpha like an old condom.”

Yesterday her words would have cut me to the core. Today they make me want to laugh. I never have to see this horrible bitch again. I’m not only free of enslavement, I’m free of her bullying, free of her games.

Arching my brow, I stroll to the bedside table and retrieve her steaming coffee. Somehow the woman is so delusional she seems to think I’m about to hand it to her. Eve extends her hand expectantly, but rather than placing the cup in her palm, I dump it right over her head.

The hot brew cascades over the horrible woman and her pristine white blouse, then Eve is surging off the bed with an ear curdling shriek. The next thing I know Ethan is running into the room, looking between us with surprise and concern. He immediately rushes to Eve’s side, “What happened? Are you alright?”

Sobbing theatrically, Eve points at me and wails. “Sh-she scalded m-me, just for c-coming to wish her f-farewell!” Throwing her arms around my ex-husbands neck, the she-wolf buries her face in his neck and weeps hopelessly.

Holding her so tenderly my stomach churns, Ethan glowers at me. “What the hell is wrong with you Jane?”

I roll my eyes skyward, and the Alpha reaches deep into his pockets. “Get out.” He growls, extracting a huge wad of cash and throwing it onto my neatly folded clothes, “There - your payment for laying on your back all these years. Now go!”

A flush blooms over my cheeks as his insult lands. I’d like to throw the money back in his face, after all the divorce settlement included financial terms set by law. This has nothing to do with satisfying our agreement, and everything to do with shaming me for enduring his own mistreatment. However I’m not in any position to turn the money away.

My mother has been sick for a long time now. She needs surgery, and even with the settlement, I’m barely going to be able to afford it. To an omega, pride is not an option. There is only survival, and that requires money.

“As you wish.” I tell Ethan. Bending down and zipping up the suitcase, I pull it from the bed and walk out of the room with my head held high.

I don’t look back.

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One month later.

A strange bright light is floating above me, moving from left to right through my blurry vision. Slowly I realize it’s a penlight, brandished in the hands of the doctor standing over my hospital bed.

“What happened?” I ask hoarsely. The last thing I remember, I was waiting for my mother to come out of surgery. If anyone should be in this bed, it’s her.

“Jane, you’ve had a shock.” The doctor said gently. “You fainted.”

A sense of foreboding slices straight through me. “Where’s my mother?”

“I’m very sorry,” The doctor says in that same, pitying tone. “She didn’t make it.”

“What?” I reply in a small voice, the words not truly sinking in. “Is… is that why I fainted?”

“No actually.” I can’t imagine why, but the physician is smiling now. “You fainted because you’re pregnant.”

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Six Months Later

Quadruplets.

When you first find out you’re pregnant, the very last thing you ever assume is that you’re going to have four babies instead of one. But that’s exactly what happened to me. No sooner had I gotten used to the idea of becoming a parent and recovered from my own mother’s death, that I learned I was going to be giving birth to a veritable litter of pups.

I barely had enough money left over after all the hospital bills to welcome one baby, but by the time I discovered the truth I was already so in love with the tiny beings growing inside me that I couldn’t dream of giving them up. I sheltered them through the last few months with all the love and care I possess, but now I’m learning that my best efforts hadn’t been enough.

After a traumatic c-section and more stitches than I can count, the nurses finally introduced me to my babies: two boys and two girls - for now at least.

The smallest girl, only two-thirds the size of the other babies, is not long for this world. They told me as gently as they could, but there’s no softening this kind of blow. My youngest was born with a life-threatening heart condition, and even if she somehow survives, she has no werewolf features at all. That doesn’t matter to me of course, I would love her even if she was born with two heads. Unfortunately I probably won’t have the chance to love her for very long.

Unless a miracle happens, my daughter will die before the night is out.