CHAPTER TWO

Sierra's POV

An open marriage?

The words echoes through my skull like a curse, thrumming with disbelief and pain. My chest rises and falls in tight bursts, my heart pounding like a war drum as I stare at him—really stare, hoping I'm hallucinating.

“What did you just say?” My voice tremble, barely containing the fury lace beneath it.

“It’s a marriage…” he starts, dismissive.

“I know what it means,” I snap. “I’m asking what makes you think I’d ever agree to something that vile.”

He smirks. That same arrogant, twisted curl of his lips. The one he wears whenever he wants me to feel small.

He continues. “Well, you have no choice Sierra Black. I do whatever I want—after all I needed a pup anyways. And you can do whatever you want too, but I know…. no man would want you. Of course, who would be bold enough to want to fuck the Luna of the Moon Eclipse Pack.“

My knees buckles beneath me, my chest is rising and falling with unrestrain fury. I can't stay here anymore and keep listening to this asshole. If I did, blood would definitely flow tonight.

“Fine. Let's do it.“ My voice is steady, my eyes never leaving him.

I saw the stunned look on his face. He clearly didn't expect that I would agree so easily. But it's fine…. I'm done fighting to keep a man that doesn't want to be kept.

“But I swear, Alpha Varek Black, you'll regret this.“ My voice is a chilling whisper.

A hint of fear and guilt flicker in his eyes but he quickly mask it into that cold demeanor.

Without another word, I turn and walk out of the room, slamming the door shut with more force than necessary.

I step into our bedroom, and lean against the door. Hot tears stream down my cheeks as I slide down and collapse on the bare floor. I fondle my body to check if he was right about my weight but I can't seem to find any problem.

My chest clenches so tight, I can barely breathe.

My wolf growls angrily. 'Our mate betrayed us.'

'Yes…. he did.'

He's suppose to be my husband. To be with me through thick and thin, but he's cast me out to wolves.

I don't know for how long I weep. Minutes? Hours? But after sometime my tears stop flowing.

I rise up to my feet. I need to get away from this place. It could be anywhere but here that has just strip me of my dignity.

All of a sudden, something inside me snap, sharp and irreversible.

I won't let anyone make me feel worthless.

I'm no longer a twenty-three years old worthless Omega.

No.

I. Am. A. Luna.

And Varek has declare a war, which I would fight with every part of me.

I step into the bedroom, take a quick shower—one I had expect to calm all the storm inside me but it did nothing of such.

I walk back inside the room, straight to the closet and pick out a crimson silk gown with a plunging neckline, thigh-high slit, open back, and delicate lace hugging every dangerous, delicious curve—one I had never worn before, because Varek had complained it was too short and revealing when I brought it then.

I threw it on and it left nothing to the imagination. I look like vengeance wrapped in silk

A smirk tug at the corners of my lips as I stare at my sinful reflection in the mirror. Now, I'm definitely convinced that there is something wrong with Varek's eyes.

I'm not unattractive at all.

I'm still smoking hot. Even hotter, because my breasts are now fuller and my ass is rounder.

Varek just fall out of love. Needs a pup. Then make up an excuse to make me look like I'm the one who's at fault.

Concerning the pup issue, we've done every test, ritual and use every herb in the kingdom, yet they aren't yielding any positive results.

Everyone blames me for being barren, especially his mother—the Luna Dowager. Maybe that had gotten to him, hence the sudden change.

I grab a black sulptural heels from the shoe rank and put it on, with a black Gucci bag to match. I let my wavy red hair down, apply a simple makeup and a red lip gloss that screams of danger and revenge.

And Father Lord…. I could barely recognise myself in the mirror.

If anything…. that asshole is the one who had trapped me in this marriage. He complains about everything I wear and how I'm suppose to be a role model to the teenage ladies in the Pack.

But I swear I'm done. I don't want to be anyone's role model anymore. Let everyone live however they want, after all life is too short to care about what people says. In fact, I will order more of this dress.

I made my way downstairs, my heels hitting the marble floor sharply, trying so hard to look as confident as possible.

I find Varek and Mira curl up on the couch, watching television and their laughter echoing through the room. Mira was wearing one of his polo that barely cover her ass.

My chest tighten at the sight, but I quickly mask it with a graceful smile.

Varek glance up at me, his mouth part, eyes wide open like someone who had just seen a ghost.

Mira glance back at me too, her brows furrow slightly. “You’re glowing,” Mira said sweetly. “Though I always thought Lunas were meant to look regal, not like they’d just crawled out of someone’s bed.” She turns towards Varek. “Don't you think?“

Varek didn't respond. His eyes are still fix on me, fists clenching like he was barely trying to control himself from throwing tantrums. Or maybe from claiming me.

“If you only knew whose place you’re warming, child," I say, smirking. "You'd realise—you are nothing but a hole. A cheap hole."

A flicker of fear flash in her eyes.

Good.

Let them struggle.

Varek's eyes devour me like I’m prey—like he’s starving, but chained.

Mira notice and anger flashes in her eyes. “Baby,” she screamed.

Varek regain himself and snaps his head towards her.

“Why….?“ she pouted, her voice was low like someone who is about to laugh. “Why did you zone out like that?“

“Sorry, love.“ He pull her closer to his chest, his eyes never leaving me either.

I roll my eyes so hard that I think it's going to pop out. I turn and start walking out, swaying my ass deliberately.

Yeah… my plan is to seduce and make him regret ever letting me go and when he comes back to beg, I'd be the one rejecting him.

Where the hell do you think you’re going dressed like that?” Varek’s voice thunders behind me.

I throw him a glance over my shoulder. “It’s an open marriage, Alpha. I’m just… keeping it as open as possible.”

“Don't forget you're still my Luna. You can't dress like a slut like this.“

“I don't care… if you're not okay with it, then divorce me.“

No other words, till I step out of my mansion.

“Keys.“ I extend my hands to Silas, my personal chauffeur.

Fear flash across Silas' face. “Did I do anything wrong, Luna?“ He ask, his voice almost seems like he wants to cry.

“No. I'm not firing you, Silas,” I said with a forced smile. “I just want to be alone for now.“

Silas was still hesitant but he knows better than to argue with me. He reluctantly hands me the keys.

I slide into the driver's seat, ignite and make my way to a renowned bar in the kingdom.

“Open marriage,” I repeat with a slow smile. My fingers grip the wheel tighter. “Let’s see how open he really wants it.”