The Alpha king’s reckoning
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Introduction
“If I help you, what's in it for me?” I asked, fighting back my unbridled emotions and raging hormones that stirred up from our proximity.
“What do you want?” She seemed determined. It seemed as if she would give me what I wanted if I said it.
If only she knows it's not that easy.
She wanted revenge. Against her chosen mate and her best friend who betrayed her. She wanted them to suffer.
I was more than willing to help her. She's my fated mate, of course, I'd do anything for her. I'd destroy that man who hurt her. I'll burn his world to ashes. But I wanted in exchange? She could never give it.
And if the moon goddess shows me some sort of love for the first time, and she does give it, will I live long enough to enjoy it?
Is there a chance that I'll get what I want in her bitter quest for revenge?
Mia Brown was humiliated and domestically abused daily by her chosen mate. Eventually, she got pregnant and it only worsened his animosity towards her.
He wanted her to get rid of it and Mia couldn't understand why. Until she found out that he was having an affair with her best friend and they were gonna have a child together. A child he planned on making his heir.
Demoted to being a servant, Mia was filled with pain and rage and it only heightened when she found out her best friend would become the new Luna. She couldn't bear the pain anymore so she ran away.
She fell into the arms of the reserved but vicious Lycan King, Zayn Wilde. She begged him to help her get revenge, promising to do what he asked.
Chapter 1
Physical torture
His phone beeped again. It was definitely another text from one of his million flings.
His blatant cheating would never hurt less, even though it’s been three years already.
Curled up on the floor, I was still struggling to steady my breathing. My arms were heavily bruised and my lips stung from the hits he gave my face.
I caught sight of my pathetic reflection in the mirror and hot tears poured down my eyes. My cheek was slightly swollen too, courtesy of his steel fists.
It didn't matter, as long as he didn’t hurt my child. Placing my trembling hands on my stomach, I recalled the doctor’s last words.
“Try not to do anything that’ll harm your child.”
I had to keep my baby safe, it was my newest responsibility. I had to keep it safe from every harm, especially his father.
The water running in the bathroom terrifyingly reminded me that he wasn’t gone. He was just using the bathroom. So he’ll be back in a few minutes to continue hitting me.
My whole body was aching really bad. He’d gone all out to leave me with bruises a few minutes ago. And he’d do more when he steps out. I should be ready. I should try to subside these pains first.
Groans seeped out of my lips as I crawled to the bedside drawer to get some pain relievers. His phone was on top of the drawer. I didn’t mean to touch it but I was in so much pain that my body trembled and my frantic hands knocked down the phone.
“Oh, no,” I quickly picked it up, relieved that the fall didn’t leave a crack on the screen. I wanted to drop it but the text on the screen caught my attention.
Meet me in my apartment. I have great news
The name was saved as “My heart.” So she couldn’t be just a random fling. Adrian wasn’t the type to be romantic about a woman. Except he really loved her. Like for real.
My poor heart bled heavily as I stared at the love emojis he attached to the name. How lucky she is. He didn’t even have my number saved in his phone. He'd always send me messages through his Beta.
But another woman…
“What the hell are you doing with my phone?!” He was out of the bathroom, more furious than he was earlier.
“Nothing.” I quickly dropped the phone on the bed. He headed towards me with fast strides and I could tell the level of brutality awaiting me. But I thought I might try pleading my way out…
“It fell. I swear to the goddess…ouch!” His fist collided with my face brutally. I fell face first on the bed, hitting my stomach hard on it.
Goddess, no. Not my baby.
“How dare you think about lying to me?” He yanked me up by my hair, forcing me to meet his fiery eyes. Then he hit me again, throwing me to the ground.
“Adrian, please stop.” My whole body was aching badly. Any more hits from him and I could black out for real.
“Stop?” He scoffed, angrily, crouching in front of me. I quickly crawled backward until my back was against the wall.
There was no running away from him. There was no escaping the monster that I let into my life three years ago.
“If you didn’t wanna get beat up do bad, then why did you do something as reckless as getting pregnant? What were you trying to get out of that?”
“I didn’t…it wasn’t intentional…we had sex. That’s what happens when couples have sex.”
“But we’re not that kind of couple!” He landed another deafening slap on my face. God, I feel like this pain would literally kill me.
He grabbed my chin roughly forcing me to meet his gaze again. I was a sobbing mess. I couldn’t cry out loud. Adrian hated it. He didn't wanna risk others finding out what goes on between us in our bedroom.
“Yes, I chose you as my mate. Yes, we walked down the aisle. Yes, I made you my Luna. But I don’t fucking love you and you know it!”
Another hit on my face and then he stomped on my thighs, twice. I shrieked but quickly clasped my hand over my mouth as he flashed me a burning glare.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to shriek…” I apologized shakily.
He paced slightly, gritting his teeth and ruffling his hair in rage. Then he pointed at me. “I’m not having my heir with a wolflessnobody like you. I’d rather kill you than let that baby come into this world. So choose…”
My eyes flared in alarm at the poisonous tone of his words.
“Adrian…”
“Choose, Mia. Are you gonna get rid of that damned thing or should I kill you both? You have five seconds to make a fucking choice.”
He wasn't bluffing. He might be one of the most handsome men in the Pack. He might have great abs, dark wavy hair, and good height. He might be a real Adonis but he was also a devil. One who carries out his every threat.
How foolishly happy I was when we got married three years ago. He didn’t find his fated mate and I was wolfless so there was no chance of finding mine.
He said he loved me and I fell head over heels in love with him. He was a narcissist who exploited my emotions and drained me until there was nothing left of me. And then the physical torture began.
Every day for the last three years has been hellish with him.
Slowly, he grabbed his belt, tying it up around his fist. I wasn’t sure what it was for but I knew my baby and I would be in great danger when the leather circles completely around his fist.
“Three seconds, Mia.” He warned darkly.
“Please, Adrian. I love you so much. Let’s not get rid of our child. Let’s try to fix our marriage for him instead. Please…”
“Two seconds!”
“Why are you being so cruel to me?!”
“Because I regret ever marrying you. Because I want you out of my fucking life! Give me back my damn freedom as a single man. ONE!” He aimed his fist, ready to end my life with it.
“Fine!!” I cried out before his fist came any closer to me.
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