A Deal With The Lycan KIng

Adrianna's POV

I was already in bed when I heard Trevor drive in. I wasn't asleep so I stood up and walked to the window. I watched him open the car door and step out.

I walk out of the room to go to him. Not that he wanted to see me, I knew I was the last person he wanted to see.

The moment I get to the living room, his scent hits me and I almost inhale deeply when I smell something else. And the constant pain in my heart increased immensely. He hadn't been home all these while because he was with her.

For the past few months, I have been getting nothing but pain and heartbreak. My once-happy family had turned into a nightmare for me. That he came home today was even surprising. He hardly ever returned home, and whenever he was home, he'd act as though I wasn't even there or lash out at me and get angry at things that didn't even matter.

He was about to walk past me when I held his arm and asked, "Where have you been all these while, Trevor?"

"Who the fuck gave you the right to ask me that question?" He replied.

How could he ask me that question? "I have every right to ask you, Trevor. I'm your wife and mate." I said sadly.

He chuckled, "Wife."

Then he walked to the drawer by the side of the couch. He opened it and began to search for something. He was surfing through some paperwork. He tilted his head to see the contents of the paper, and I saw a hickey on his neck. Another pain shot through my body.

He finally brought out some paperwork and tossed them at me.

"What are these?" I ask, my gaze catching his blue eyes in suspicion.

"Those are divorce papers; sign them. It shouldn't be so hard since I never marked you, right?" he scowled, seemingly annoyed that I was bothering him.

He had a hard expression on his face, his eyes cold, much as the last time we saw each other. It was difficult to think that only a few months ago, he was the same man who lavished me with love and attention. Was it all merely acting? Was he pretending to be someone else as he waited for Alia to return?

Who would have guessed that his failure to mark me would be used against me someday? The only topic we ever disagreed on was marking. He had consistently put it off and made up justifications for it. It should have been a warning sign when he refused to mark me. However, I persisted in finding justifications for him, believing he would do it whenever he was ready.

I gave him a startled look. I never would have imagined that he would go to such an extent. It has been eight long years since we have been together. In just a few months after she returned to our lives, he sought to ruin everything we had worked so hard to create.

I said painfully, "This can't be real, Trevor," in a hushed tone. I wouldn't let my tears fall even though they were on the verge of doing so. I've shed enough tears in the last few months. Did he not notice the anguish in my eyes? Did he really care less about how much he was hurting me?

As soon as she left him, I stood beside him. She had wrecked him, and I had rebuilt him. I supported him the entire time. So how could he just toss away everything we have for that slutty cheater?

"It is, now sign the fucking papers," he angrily exclaimed, nearly shattering the table with his fist.

His expression was twisted with rage. I flinched in fear, and because he was near, I bumped into his body. I swear I could smell her scent all over him. The smudge from lipstick was visible on his neck. He had been with her all this while. My heart shattered again and again.

He openly cheats on me with the very same woman who broke him eight years ago, shamelessly disobeying the vows he made to me.

It was heartbreaking, the sorrow ripping through my heart when I thought of them together. I couldn't get the picture out of my head of him making love to her and touching her the way he used to touch me. Rather, it shredded my already broken heart.

I turn to face him and give him a stubborn expression. "I'm not signing these papers!"

"I'm sorry, what?"

Anger rolls from him, and his eyes darken dangerously. My heart began to beat rapidly. I trembled slightly. I almost took back what I said, but ultimately, I chose to stick with it. I couldn't let him ruin everything we've done. I had the strength to defend our family.

"I said I would not sign them!" I glare back at him while hissing.

Even if my heart was hurting, I wouldn't give up on him. I won't abandon my home. I couldn't let Alia come back and destroy everything I had worked so hard to create. I'm not going to let that bastard win.

He growled, "Oh you're so going to sign them, Adrianna. You will or you have absolutely no idea what I'm going to do to you."

"What else are you going to do, Trevor? What more do you want to do than what you have already done?" I gazed at his attractive features, hoping he would recall our love. To see past her lies and deceit. To witness the harm he was doing to me. Nevertheless, he didn't, and I was worried that maybe it was already too late.

'That's where you're mistaken, honey. You have no idea how much more harm I am capable of causing." He grinned menacingly, and I had to force myself not to shiver at his callousness.

He pivoted and stormed out of the kitchen. I leaned against the table as I heard him ascending the stairs a short while later. I let my tears fall freely. I couldn't hold it in any longer. The pain was unbearable.

What mistake did I make? Was it my actions that infuriated the moon goddess, and now she was punishing me? I just wasn't able to comprehend.

A few months ago, I was content. Happy with my life. I was surrounded by wonderful friends and family, and my business was doing well. I even made plans to become pregnant. But everything collapsed in the blink of an eye.

Like a furious typhoon, Alia returned to our lives and left nothing but devastation in her wake. She went to his workplace first. I approached him after learning about it, and he told me there was nothing wrong. That they were just friends and trying to make things less awkward between them. That since she was firmly in the past, I shouldn't be concerned.

I ought to have been concerned. Because here we are, several months later, and he is requesting a separation. My worst nightmare had materialized. I had no idea how to face the fact that he was leaving me for her.

I angrily brushed away the tears, chiding myself for being so frail. I will lose all I've held dear to my heart if I give in to weakness.

I staggered towards my room. I had been thrown out of our bedroom by Trevor when he started seeing Alia. I tried to sleep once I was there, but I couldn't. My thoughts won't go away. It won't allow me to find serenity within its shadowy depths.

My daughter would have been asleep by now because it was almost nine o'clock. I tiptoe out of my room and into her room via the stairs. I slip into her bed silently, knowing her bedroom like the back of my hand.

I take a seat on Cara's tiny bed and touch her silky hair. I breathe in her scent, and I feel slightly at ease. I didn't notice she wasn't asleep since I was too lost. Suddenly, her bedroom lamps come on, and she screams when she realizes it's me.

"Go away from my room! "Leave," she cried out. She screams, "Daddy!" as loudly as she can as though I'm trying to kill her.