It had been 5 days since I lost the love of my life. 5 days since I was betrayed and made the laughing stock of my family.

Everywhere I went, people pointed, stared or laughed at me.

I wanted to shrink and disappear but if I did, who would serve my golden sister her morning coffee and scrub her feet at night?

After the wedding, I expected Marrie to move away but she didn't. One of the maids said they had heard her boast of how making me frustrated and jealous was the honeymoon she always craved.

Marie walked around like she owned the air, she made sure I saw her kiss Simon and she almost gave me a concussion with her wedding ring once.

"When you're done staring like a dummy, send breakfast to your sister and her husband. They need all the energy to produce my grandchildren," Davina said, shoving a large tray into my hands.

I hated serving Marie and Simon. They always made me stand in the corner and watch them feed each other and pretend like they were the most in-love couple on earth, even though Simon's eyes always lingered on me.

I never understood why he always looked at me like that. I never thought of myself as pretty and I was always covered in dirt and grime. My tattered gown had no fitting and my hair was patchy and greasy from lack of care and malnutrition.

I arrived at Marie's large door and I hesitated before knocking.

I heard Simon's voice shout for me to come in. I pushed the door open and walked in with a tray in one hand and napkins in the other.

Simon was standing beside the coffee table and I froze as soon as I saw him. He was shirtless and a towel was loosely tied around his waist.

I tore my eyes away instantly and kept them fixed on the ground.

"Your breakfast, my lord," I said, placing the tray on the coffee table and turning to the door.

Simon's hand roughly grabbed my arm and I almost passed out. I tried to pull away from him but he wouldn't let go.

"Why do you keep running from me, my love?" He purred as he hungrily eyed me like a piece of meat.

My love? Was he insane? He knew absolutely nothing about love.

"Please let go of me, my lord," I said, trying to keep my voice steady even though I was falling apart on the inside.

Simon inched closer to me and my heart almost exploded.

His tall muscular frame hovered over me and his strong cologne filled my nostrils.

He tilted my chin, forcing me to look at him. He was still as handsome as ever and his extremely charming eyes almost made me melt.

"I might be married to your sister but it's you I crave. I picture your gorgeous face when I make love to her," Simon whispered, his thumb grazing my bottom lip.

I felt bile and the stale bread I had eaten earlier, rise to my throat. I was so close to throwing up but I kept my expression blank.

"I still love you very much. I can't wait for you to get your wolf so I can leave Marie and be with you, my one true love."

The mention of my wolf made me extremely mad. Why couldn't he just let it rest? I had no wolf and if that was his condition, then maybe we were never meant to be together.

With all the strength I could muster, I pushed him away from me and headed to the door.

Simon regained his balance quickly and grabbed the frock of my gown, his other hand roughly grabbing my waist.

The cheap material ripped, exposing some part of my leg.

My heart stopped, my trembling hands pulling what was left of the fabric together.

Simon stared at my exposed skin like a predator.

"Why do you do this to me me, Reina?" He whispered under his breath as his fingers brushed my exposed thigh.

My breath caught in my throat, my vision blurring as tears filled my eyes. I felt vulnerable and I knew nobody was going to care if Simon hurts me.

I kicked, scratched and struggled to break free as he dragged me to the large mirror at the edge of Marie's bed.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror and all I could see was emptiness and pain. I was a shadow of my old self. No wonder Simon left me and married my better looking sister.

"Look at how beautiful you are with the rags on. I wonder how gorgeous you will look when I take them off," Simon purred, his finger wiping the tears on my cheeks.

At this point, I had completely resigned to fate. Maybe I was never meant to have a happy life. Maybe the suffering and pain were as a result of a sin I had committed in my past life.

I was tired of fighting, all I could do was cry and pray that one day everything ends.

"If you think crying would make me stop, you're wrong. Your tears are turning me on," Simon growled, pressing his hard cock on my back to show me how turned on he was.

My body stiffened, my heart racing uncontrollably.

Was he really going to take advantage of the girl he claimed to love?

Or was he just trying to scare me?

Simon was an honourable man, he would never do anything to taint his image.

I was wrong. He didn't care. Simon started tracing kisses around my neck and shoulders.

My sobs had broken into wailing as I begged him to stop.

"I'm going to ruin you. That insane bastard can have my left overs," Simon whispered into my ear.

I froze, my fist balling up by my sides.

I realised how stupid I had been. I was crying for a man that had chosen his happily ever after and was now about to steal mine. So what if Benedict was a mad man that hated my kind? He would kill me but at least he won't belittle me and torment me emotionally.

Without thinking, I jabbed my elbow into Simons abdomen and pushed him to the bed with all the energy I could muster.

He fell backwards and his towel popped open, revealing his throbbing member.

As if on command, the door swung open and a furios looking Marie hurried in.

"You bloody whore!" Marie roared as she lunged at me. "I have been a good sister and you dare seduce my husband."

"I swear....I didn't do anything, " I stammered, my lips trembling as I spoke.

"Why can't you just be happy for me?" Marie sobbed as she pulled my hair.

I watched in tears as chunks of my long dark hair fell to the ground. I couldn't fight Marie. She was too strong and if I dared touch her, Davina would have me beheaded.

Simon remained on the bed, from his very loud groans, it was obvious he was pleasing himself.

Marie was too blinded by rage and her hatred for me, to see that her husband was a perverted man and none of this was my fault.

"I'm telling mom," Marie sobbed as she ran out of the room.

My heart stopped. Davina would kill me if she heard of this.

I ran after Marie, crying and begging her to listen. I caught up to her on the stairs and I kneeled before her.

"Please, Marie, I would never do anything to betray you," I cried, my voice shaking with fear.

Marie paused, her eyes searchng mine like she could see the truth through them.

"What did my husband say to you?" She asked, her voice was dangerously low.

I swallowed hard, "he said he would ruin me before Alpha Benedict would get the chance to," I replied and Marie's expression went from anger to shock.

Her eyes fell on the torn part of my dress and a hint of pity flashed across her face but she masked it quickly. She could see the truth now, her husband had tried to force himself on me.

"Are you going to tell father?" Marie asked, her voice calmer now as she helped me get on my feet.

I shook my head, "I swear, I won't tell a soul," I replied and Marie nodded.

"Good, you won't get the chance to," She whispered, pushing me down the stairs with all her strength.