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The hallway felt longer than usual as I made my way to the guest wing of packhouse. My mother-in-law, Queen Rosina has handed a package to me to deliver to someone at the guest wing.
She instructed that I make sure to deliver it by myself as it is an important package. Although it feels odd that she has entrusted such an important package into my care other than Brittany, my stepsister, who is clearly her favorite, my heart leaped with joy.
"Take this to one of my guests at Room 303," she had said.
"This could be the beginning of her affection and recognition that I have long hoped for," I had muttered under my breath as I took the package.
As I approached the guest wing, my eyes darted around for room number 303.
Finding it, I hold in my breath before I raised my hand and knocked gently on the door.
The sound of the knock reverberated through the hallway but there was no answer.
I knocked again, this time, loud enough that it irritated my senses.
"Come in," a deep gruff voice finally responded from the inside, sending a shiver down my spine.
Brushing off the unsettling feeling, I pushed the door open and stepped inside.
"This package-"
Before I could finish speaking, a muscled figure loomed and pounced over me in an instant.
I winced in pain as his rough hands grabbed and slammed my back to the door.
"What are you doing? Let me go!" I screamed, withdrawing myself from the disgusting kisses he was planting on my neck while he dragged me toward the bed.
His harsh and sickening breath brushed on my faceand I felt like throwing up as it reeked of alcohol.
"Relax, baby," he growled, pinning me down as his hands fumbled at my clothes. "I promise I'll be gentle."
"No! Get your hands off me!" I yelled, crying in desperation as I fought with every ounce of strength I had. But I was no match to him.
I shouted on top of my voice, crying for help but no one came, only my desperate cry bounced back to me.
He clamped his palms over my mouth, his weight pressing me into the mattress. "Don't make this harder than it needs to be," he sneered, his lips brushing against my ear.
Tears blurred my vision as I struggled to free myself from him. But just as I was searching for a way to knock him over, the door burst open.
Relief washed over me like having a cold shower on scorching day as my eyes fell on the figure by the door.
It was George, my mate and Alpha of this pack. His eyes turned bloodshot as it flared open in shock. It instantly burned with fury when he saw the man on top of me.
"George-"
Before his name could fully leave my lips, he strode towards the man and landed him a heavy blow on his face.
With that, I shoved the man to the ground and with my disheveled hair and tattered dress ran to my husband's arms. But before I could reach him, he stepped back and yanked my hands away.
"So it's true," he said, his low voice shaking. "Is this who you really are?"
"What? No!" I exclaimed, shaking my head frantically as tears snaked down my face. "George, he attacked me! He tried to—"
"Don't," he interrupted, his tone sharp and venomous. "Don't you dare try to twist this! I should have known. I should have listened when they warned me about you."
My heart pounced heavily against my ribcage as I processed his words. Does he really think I will betray him like this?
"What are you saying? I'm not lying! He tried to-"
"You're nothing but a liar," he spat. "A filthy, scheming liar who defiled the position of Luna and our mate bond!"
I reached for him again, a mix of snort and tears streaming down my face.
"George, please, you have to believe me _"
"Enough!" the guest's voice cut through the air, startling me. He turned to face George with a smirk. "Who the hell are you? And what gives you the right to interrupt my time with my girlfriend?"
"What?!" I gasped, staring at the man in disbelief. "What the hell are you saying?!
Who is your girlfriend?"
Rubbing my palms against each other, I pleaded, "Don't listen to him, George!
He's lying!"
Just then, the door swung open again and Queen Rosina stepped in, followed closely by Brittany, my stepsister.
I rushed to her side in haste. I needed her to let my husband know that she was the one that sent me to this man and that I knew this mad man from nowhere.
"What's going on here?" the Queen demanded, her eyes narrowing as she scanned around.
Whimpering, "Mother..., the man tried to_"
George cut me off, roughly running his hands through his hair, "You were right, Mother. I caught her with him!"
"No!" I protested, my mouth turning sour all of a sudden. "That's not what happened!"
But wait, what does he mean by Queen Rosina was right? What did the Queen tell him?
My gaze swept to the Queen and it met her dark and malicious expression. She exchanged a glance with Brittany and the faint grin that instantly tugged at the corners of her lips didn't go unnoticed by me.
Have I been set up? Was this my mother-in-law and stepsister's plan all this while?
All of a sudden, "Oh, George..." Brittany exclaimed sympathetically . "I'm so sorry you had to find out this way. We tried to warn you, but you wouldn't listen."
"You see, George?" the Queen added.
"It's a pity it had to come to this, but at least the truth is out now."
My chest tightened as their words sank in. I closed my eyes and for a moment everything felt like a dream, a horrible nightmare at summer.
But when I slowly opened my eyes again, everything was still intact. George was staring at me in disgust. Brittany and Rosina had on a look that was more mocking than sympathetic.
"What are you all doing? Is this a some sort of joke?!" I cried, using the tiny bit of energy left in me to grab the package I had come to deliver from the floor.
"This is it! Queen Rosina sent me here to deliver this!"
The Queen's eyes flashed with fury.
"How dare you drag me into your web of lies?" she snapped. "Do you think you can blame me for your nonsense?"
"It's the truth!"I insisted, but my voice faltered as Brittany snatched the package from my hands.
Piercing her nails through the package, she slowly tore it open, and a surge of anger coursed through my bones as she revealed its contents. It was a lingerie-a short red lace see-through lingerie!
I staggered back, my legs trembling as the Queen's smirk deepened. "And what exactly were you planning to do with this, hmm?"
"I didn't put that there!" I cried, my voice breaking. "George, I swear to you, I had no idea—"
Then the guest chuckled. "Come on, babe. The game's up. No need to pretend anymore. You picked out the exact set l asked for. Nice choice, by the way."
"Shut up!" I screamed, my fists clenching in rage. "You're lying! You're all lying!"
But George's expression was unreadable, his gazed moved in between mine and the rest.
"George, please," | begged, my voice a whisper. "You have to believe me. I would never betray you."
"Believe you?" the Queen sneered. "Why would he? You came here with something so indecent, and now you expect him to trust you?"
Desperate, I turned to Brittany. "You were there," I said, my voice trembling.
"You saw the Queen give me the package. Tell them the truth!"
Brittany's gaze met mine, and for a moment, I thought I saw a flicker of hesitation. But then she shook her head,
"I'm sorry, Wendy," she said softly. "I can't cover for you anymore. It's time you faced the consequences of your actions."
"No!" I screamed, the betrayal slicing through me like a blade. "You're lying!
Why are you doing this to me?!"
"Because you deserve it," the Queen said coldly.
"George, don't listen to them!" Icried, reaching for him one last time.
But he stepped back, and without a word, he turned and walked out, leaving me shattered and alone.
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