Chapter 2


    #Chapter 2 – Betray


    Two years ago


    I was an Alpha’s daughter, sheltered and petted, and had just yesterday married my childhood friend.


    Joyce had always been sweet to me, so I thought he would be a good husband. Little did I know, he


    had a cruel streak that was going to destroy my whole world. Just after our wedding day.


    “You know, Evelyn,” he says, interrupting me and taking a step closer so that he’s ring down at me.


    “I really thought a girl like you – you know, a pretty girl, a noble girl, would be trained to please her


    husband. I am so…disappointed. To find that you’re not.”


    My eyes instantly fill with tears. “Joyce,” I whisper “What did I –“


    Hees close to me so that I can smell the whiskey on his breath. “f*****g you,” he whispers, “is like


    f*****g a dead fish. You justy there” he grits his teeth, “like a piece of meat. I wanted a wife to meet


    my needs, and now I’m tied to you, you pathetic, whiny little pup, forever.”


    Joyce turns away from me and walks to the window, shaking his head. “What a waste.” I am shocked


    and mortified. I stand in the middle of the room, wearing only mycy thong and my stilettoes, trembling


    as tears stream down my face.


    “We’ve only had one night,” I whisper. Should I have known what to do? I was so scared – I’ve lived


    such a sheltered life and, of course, came to my wedding bed a virgin to honor my husband.


    Joyceughs and won’t look at me. “Once was enough.”


    “I can,” I murmur, “I can…get better…”


    Joyce turns to me, snarling. Suddenly he’s in front of me, wrapping his hand against my throat, pushing


    me backwards until my back hits the wall. “You can’t get better,” he spits out, “because you don’t have


    it in you.”


    “You’re a f*****g wolf, Evelyn” his teeth are fully bared now. “A wolf, and you f**k like a rabbit. I thought I


    would wake it up in you when I took you to bed, but you were…pathetic.” He snaps out thest word. I


    can feel his spittle drip down my cheek.


    “You’re no Alpha’s wife,” he says, releasing me to walk away. I drop to my knees, sobbing and gasping.


    I always knew Joyce was powerful and proud, but I have never seen him cruel.


    “Joyce,” I cry out, desperate. “Joyce, I’m sorry – I didn’t know! I’ll do anything you want – I’ll learn, I can


    change!”


    “Change?!” Joyce furiously grabs me by my hair and hauls me to my feet. “You can’t change what you


    are, you omega f*****g bitch.” He drags me across the room and hurls me into the closet where I fall


    into a heap.


    He ms the doors shut and I’m suddenly in darkness, my only lighting from a crack between the


    two French doors. I hear the closet’s lock click.


    “You want to learn, Evelyn?” I hear Joyce’s words faintly – he’s across the room by the door to our suite


    now. “Then watch how a real woman pleases an Alpha. And if you make a f*****g noise,” I hear the


    suite’s door creek as he begins to pull it open, “I’ll gut you like the prey you are.”


    I scramble for the door and press my eye to the crack. I hear augh – a woman’sugh! – and the


    sound of footsteps. Two figurese into my line of sight – Joyce, and someone else in silky pink


    chiffon.


    Joyce growls and pulls the woman’s head back by her hair, exposing her throat. He runs his sharp


    teeth down the length of her neck and sheughs, running her hands down my husband’s chest,


    stomach, lower – until she –


    I gasp and p my hands across my mouth. Her hand slips into Joyce’s pants and she groans. He


    growls and kisses her suddenly on the mouth, hard and slow.


    She pulls away and runs her hands through his hair, worshipping him. “I only exist to please you,


    Master,” she says, dropping to her knees and reaching up to unbuckle his belt. Joyce takes a step back


    so that he leans against the footboard of our bed and I finally see the face of my betrayer.


    Emma, my own sister, who stood next to me yesterday at my wedding. I fall back into the closet, unable


    to watch any further, and cry until my eyes are dry.


    Minutes or hourster – I’m really not sure – I wipe the tears off my face with the palms of my hands,


    trying to put my world back together. Was it a nightmare? It must have been, except…it was so far


    beyond anything my mind could have created, even in the darkest dream.


    My heart ispletely shattered. My sister on her knees…my husband…the day after my wedding…


    Slowly, something awakens in me and I feel warmth spreading through my chest and my veins. Rage,


    anger, power. I have been embarrassed and betrayed – but damnit, I am my father’s daughter. I will not


    be humiliated like this.


    My lips pull back from my teeth in a snarl as I discover that what I want is not my husband’s back, but


    revenge.


    My Alpha husband wanted to teach me how to please him, but what he really awoke in me was


    something more powerful: my own Alpha nature. It has been sleeping inside me, but now it’s awake


    and hungry for vengeance.


    I rise to my feet and feel around the dark closet, stopping when my hands feel silk. I pull the dress off


    the hanger and slip it on. Dress is a generous term, I think, asce cups my breasts and silk pools


    around my hips.


    This is more like lingerie, which I had intended to wear tonight when Joyce and I returned from the


    Alpha party. This morning I’d have been mortified to be seen in public wearing this. But now, everything


    has changed.


    I hunt around on the floor until I find a bobby pin and bend it into the right shape, working it into the lock


    and quickly turning the tumblers to release myself. I smirk as I walk steadily into the empty room. See,


    Joyce? I have some skills you wouldn’t expect from a nobleman’s daughter.


    I stride out of the room and walk boldly down the hallway, drawing eyes wherever I go, but I don’t give


    them any notice. I’m only looking for one thing.


    I enter the ballroom. Servants are just putting out their finishing touches on the annual Alpha party,


    which is a triumph of marble and gold. But that’s not what I came for.


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    I scan the ranks of arriving guests, looking…there. At the top of the balcony stairs, Victor leans against


    the railing, swirling a Manhattan in his ss. Victor, heir to the Alpha throne, who outranks Joyce in


    every way and is two inches taller than him to boot. Perfect.


    I move towards him, keeping my eyes locked on his face, moving in a graceful prowl I didn’t know I had


    in me before tonight. As I move up the stairs he nces up once, and then twice, his lips falling open


    as I hold eye contact.


    “So, how have I never met you before?” He leans against the balcony. I close the gap between us and


    softly tug the half-full ss of whiskey from his hand.


    “I’ve been around, I say, my voice low and husky.


    “I thought I knew everyone in my kingdom,” he says, subtly scenting the air between us, trying to catch


    a whiff of my scent.


    “Not your kingdom yet,” I say, smirking, “and apparently, not everyone.” I take a cheeky sip from his


    ss. I lean in closer, turning my face up to him, bearing my neck. He can smell me now, I know, smell


    my unique scent as well as my desire.


    A growl rumbles in his chest. “Who are you,” he says, standing up to tower over me, closing the


    distance between us so that there is just a sliver of space. “Who is your sire.”


    “I’m single, and Alpha born,” I say, holding the space between us though every instinct in me tells me to


    quail. “Don’t worry. I’m no cheap piece of meat.”


    I didn’t know at the time that he would bring me the biggest setback of my life. And a gift – my twins.