Falling for His Contract Luna novel Chapter 3

Evelyn’s POV

I wake up the next morning feeling like hell. I’ve hardly slept between the excruciating pain repeatedly surging through my body and the knowledge that Kane was with another woman. Just another way for him to embarrass me.

Forcing myself up, I start by taking a shower in order to slowly put myself back together. Then, I decide some breakfast might do me some good.

Leaving my room, I follow the smell of food to the pack’s dining hall. The room is grand, decorated with beautiful dark wood and a few long tables where other wolves already sit.

I walk forward to join them, grabbing a tray from the stack and placing a blueberry muffin on top of it. As I try to move on to the eggs, someone suddenly steps in my way.

I pause, staring at the woman a few inches taller than me. She’s beautiful and sharp with her shining blonde hair, red lips, and crystal blue eyes.

However, her stunning features are curled in a sneer. “So the weak little bride actually decided to show her face,” she mocks.

“Excuse me?” I ask, raising a brow. “Do I know you?”

“Oh, no. But you should,” she says with a growing smirk. “I’m Bianca. The one who fucked your husband last night.”

My throat grows tight as her words set in. This is who Kane was with last night?

“What? Did you really think he’d want to sleep with you?” Bianca says with a laugh. “You may have Alpha blood, but you have no wolf. You’re unworthy of Kane. You’re nothing more than a decorate breeder.”

My hands clench the tray in my hands, my teeth pressing tightly together.

“He needed to spend the night with a woman who could truly satisfy him,” she brags, flipping her blonde hair. “And, Goddess, it was perfect.”

She’s just trying to get a rise out of me - I know it. But I can’t just stand here and take it. Instead, I merely ignore her as I start to walk away.

I only manage a few steps before her hand suddenly wraps around my wrist and she yanks me back. As I face Bianca again, anger is evident in her features as she knocks the tray out of my hands.

“How dare you ignore me! Who the fuck do you think you are?” she practically yells in my face.

My own anger comes flooding in as she still holds tightly to my wrist. There’s slight pricks of pain where her nails dig into me, but it’s nothing compared to the pain that she caused me last night.

I want to shake her off or tell her exactly who I am - Kane’s wife, whether she liked it or not. Only, before I can say anything, someone enters the room.

I scent him before I see him and Bianca must notice my shift. She releases my arm and leaves me shocked and confused as she suddenly bursts into tears. She then turns and runs.

Runs right into Kane’s arm.

“Oh, Kane. She’s crazy! She found out about our relationship and tried to attack me!” Bianca whines, pushing hysterics. “She was trying to act like a Luna!”

I can hardly believe what I’m seeing. If anyone is crazy then it’s her, she’s practically psycho. I want to plead my case and point out the marks on my wrist, my breakfast soiled on the floor, but I can’t get the words out as I notice Kane’s stare.

It’s cold, deadly. He looks at me with pure anger and I can hardly breathe under the weight.

He squeezes Bianca’s shoulders, but leaves her so he can walk toward me. He stands a foot away and I can feel his body heat as he scowls down at me.

“You are not a real Luna, little wolf,” Kane clips out. “And you also have no say in who I sleep with.”

Despite my mind screaming out in danger, I can’t help but glare at him.

But before I could say anything back, he goes back to Bianca, scoops her up in his arms and carries her away.

After that, every night is the same.

I writhe and cry in my bed as I endure the pain of betrayal. I envision Kane and Bianca elated with the idea of my pain, getting off on knowing that I’m suffering.

It goes on for hours, tearing me up inside. Some nights, I’m even left emptying all of my stomach’s contents into the toilet.

Tonight, Kane and Bianca must have finally finished as the pain has dulled and I’m left a panting mess on my bed. I close my eyes, hoping sleep will overtake me, when my cellphone begins to chime from my side table.

Noting the caller ID, I’m quick to answer.

“Hello,” I say, my voice weak.

“What is wrong with you?” my father asks harshly. “Why do you sound sick?”

“Yes,” I say, grabbing my handbag. I pull it out and hand it to him.

“Why don’t you let me hang on to this for now? I’ll scan its ingredients and see what it’s meant to do. I think it would be best if you stopped taking it until we know more,” he advises.

I nod.

The whole ride back from the hospital, my mind is getting the best of me.

I’m silently fuming as I think of Kane, of how he was the reason I had to visit the hospital in the middle of the night. Now the sun has risen and a new day is upon us.

A new day that is perfect for confronting Kane. I can’t keep going through this pain while he relishes in the pleasure. He clearly doesn’t want me so we need to end this - refuse each other and end the bond.

I figure he’ll be fine with that as I storm down the hallway, on my way to his room. When I reach the end of the hall, I waste no time knocking and throw his door open. However, I don’t find Kane alone.

Bianca is with him and they’re currently in a moment of passion. She staddles his lap, writhing over him as she moans with pleasure. As her eyes meet mine, I expect them to stop.

Instead, that devilish smirk slips onto Bianca’s face as she takes Kane inside of her again and again, seeming to exaggerate her pleasure as she screams his name.

The sound is like a knife to my chest, stabbing straight into my heart as I gasp.

Oh no.

Seeing your fated mate having sex with someone else in front of your eyes usually causes the next level deadly pain, even if I technically have no wolf.

I’ve never experienced pain like this before - my vision dots with black as I begin to wobble.

Finally, the agony overcomes me and I collapse to the floor, the feeling of betrayal prickling my skin.

My consciousness is slipping through my fingers.

However, before my world goes completely black, I faintly sense myself being lifted by a strong pair of arms.