Benedetta
When I opened my eyes, the glaring white glow of hospital neon lights blinded my vision. My entire body felt heavy, as if burdened by an unseen weight. Struggling, I tried to move, attempting to sense the air around me.
Panic coursed through my veins as my breathing quickened. I couldn’t feel the sharpness of my wolf senses. The heat of auras passing beyond the door and the bland scent of their presence filled my dulled perception, leaving me questioning.
What have they done to me?
Before I could piece it together, the door creaked open. Arlott entered, followed closely by Dr. Morris.
“My love,” he said gently, his voice as soft as a whisper that once comforted me but now felt like a cold knife cutting through my heart.
“What… what happened to me, Alpha Arlott?” I asked, my voice trembling.
Arlott hesitated for a moment, then handed over the medical records in his hand. His eyes looked exhausted, but there was something strange behind his gaze. It wasn’t the loving tenderness I once knew; it was something else, something I couldn’t decipher.
“Dr. Morris discovered significant changes in your womb,” he explained, his voice low. “I… I had to make a decision for you because your life was at stake. I couldn’t bear to lose you, my Luna.”
His words cut through my soul. I had not only lost the strength of my wolf but also the greatest dream of my life, to become a mother. Yet there was something unsettling in the way he spoke, a dissonance that gnawed at me. His hand cupped my face gently, but the touch no longer offered safety or warmth.
“I want to be alone,” I said flatly, my voice devoid of emotion.
Arlott stood there silently, his expression unreadable. Before he could respond, the door opened again. Bianca stepped in, carrying a basket of fresia flowers, her small smile lighting up her face.
“I’m here on behalf of the omegas to visit you, Luna Benedetta,” she said cheerfully. Her voice was sweet, but every word she spoke rang with a sharp edge of suspicion in my ears.
Bianca was the new star among the omegas in our pack. Beautiful, charming, and adept at capturing the attention of every he-wolf, including Arlott. I had always tried to push aside the notion, reassuring myself that Arlott was my mate, my true mate. But now, doubt stormed through me.
“Thank you, Omega Bianca,” I replied softly, forcing myself to remain polite. I turned to Arlott. “Alpha Arlott, I truly need to rest now.”
Yet Bianca did not leave. She settled into the chair beside my bed while Arlott remained standing at my side. “I’ll assist Alpha Arlott if he needs anything,” she said with an innocent smile. But I knew, there was nothing innocent about that smile.
I closed my eyes, pretending to sleep. Beneath the covers, I felt Arlott’s hand gently massaging my shoulder, a gesture that usually comforted me. This time, it felt empty, devoid of love and warmth.
Not long after, Bianca moved to the sofa, crossing her legs gracefully. Her movements were fluid, like a soft breeze, but I could feel the energy radiating from her. Her foot brushed against Arlott’s under the small table with a deliberate motion.
I wanted to leap up and scream, but my body refused to move. My heart shattered into pieces, yet I knew I had to remain calm. I suppressed the surge of emotions, determined to see just how deep this betrayal ran.
I peeked as Bianca grew bolder. She stood and walked over to join Arlott by the window. Her hand brushed lightly against his shoulder. In the reflection of the wardrobe’s glass, I could see everything clearly.
Arlott turned abruptly, grabbing her hand in a swift motion. “Stop it,” he hissed quietly but firmly.
But Bianca only smiled, leaning in to whisper something in his ear. I couldn’t hear her words, but I saw the way Arlott’s jaw tightened, his eyes flicking toward me to ensure I remained ‘asleep’.
Eventually, they left the room. The door closed softly, and I opened my eyes fully. Anger and pain swirled within me like a storm. Summoning every ounce of strength I had left, I decided to follow them.
The hospital corridor was eerily quiet, illuminated only by faint overhead lights. Slowly, I crept along, peering around the corner. At the end of the hall, I saw them, Bianca and Arlott. Bianca stood too close, her hand draped casually around Arlott’s neck.
“I told you, don’t do this in front of Benedetta,” Arlott said, his tone low but firm. He looked frustrated, yet not entirely resistant. His hand rested on Bianca’s waist, as if trying to push her away; but without conviction.
Bianca smiled, her face inches from his. “You’re too tense, Alpha,” she whispered. “We can enjoy this moment. She’s fast asleep; no one will ever know.”
Before Arlott could respond, Bianca stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. It lasted only seconds before Arlott jerked away, gripping her neck roughly.
“I said enough!” he hissed. But Bianca wasn’t intimidated. She gently touched his chest, her smile unwavering.
“You know you can’t resist me, Alpha Arlott. I’ve given you everything. I even… carry your blood.” Her hand rested on her stomach, the motion delicate yet laden with meaning.
“You always have a way of breaking my resolve, Bianca.”
This time, it was Arlott who initiated the intimacy. He deepened the kiss with Bianca, one hand supporting her weight as she leaned into him.
I hated them. Twice betrayed, my eyes were now wide open. By whatever force exists, I prayed that the Moon Goddess would witness my suffering.
