Chapter 8

Sabrina's POV

I got rid of my shame and put a call across, just like he was expecting me to. I wondered how my kids were doing and now wasn't the time to act strong, I just wanted to make sure they were okay. There was nothing else I could do but beg.

“Please. I beg you. I beg you, bring my kids back. Don't do this, Alpha Kyle. Kindly bring them back.” My voice was the softest ever as I genuinely pleaded.

“Sabrina. The only way you'll see your kids is to come home to me. I won't let you live there, and I wasn't joking or asking. You still have time, start coming. If you want me to get someone to get you, let me know now.”

I blinked, in complete disbelief. All of a sudden I became enraged again. I knew my kids were safe now but how far will this alpha go to make me crawl to him? I only behaved so far because of his grandma and because of my son in the hospital.

I got married to him, so now what's his deal? I was so sure that I benefited the most but now it was clear that it was nothing to him and his plan was to make me lose my mind.

“What is your problem? Why are you being controlling and can't let me be? Why did you have to take my kids to prove a point?” I snapped, suddenly boiling with the rest of my anger.

“Should I get someone to come get you or not?” He sounded like he was counting his words, like he was the pissed off one instead of me. I couldn't fathom anything anymore.

“So that's all you have to say? Really?” My eyes widened.

The line went dead, just like that.

Oh fuck this man. My kids were alright. He'll never win this. I raced down to my apartment to rest. When he sees how hard it is to cater and tend to two crying children who want their mom, he'll call me back, but I'll never step foot inside his mansion. I'll never live with him.

I never expected what I would meet when I arrived at my apartment complex. I mean, ex apartment complex. The whole building was on the ground, in complete ruins. I was the definition of homeless.

It was a large complex, although old but how did it happen? It was completely demolished. My things in there! I clenched my fists, panicking beyond control and came crashing down in front of the ruins. How did it happen? How come it wasn't on the news. As I sat down in the midst of the ruins, I saw something that gave away the preparator. A few fliers. It got demolished on Kyle's command.

So this was what he was up to? This is his plan? I turned around and saw tiny vans. He alerted my neighbors and they all packed out before he demolished? Who gave him that right? Where the hell were my things? Did he seriously take them to his mansion?

I laughed out, tears beginning to roll down my cheeks. I had been in this pack for seven years, living a good life. Days into meeting this man and he had managed to turn my life around just like that. I'm twenty eight, and I don't have time for these games. Why did the universe send him to torture me like I didn't suffer the most seven years ago?

He thinks he'll win? Okay.

I took out my phone from my bag and called him. I won't accept this.

“Loved the surprise? Bring your stubborn ass home.” His voice disguised me, the way he sounded victorious made me sick. I wished I was so close so I would strangle him to death. I wanted to break things and I saw red.

“Kyle! I swear I hate you. I hate you with everything I have. I hate you with my life! How could you! Go to hell!” I blasted into the phone but he didn't seem bothered or moved. Great. He can keep the kids then. Good for me. I ended the call and got up from the ruins, calculating my next step as I dusted my flare dress.

Saying it and acting tough didn't make me feel better as I began to really shed tears, but I was done letting men walk all over me like I was voiceless, choice-less and hopeless.

I will never go there no matter what. As long as I'm concerned, I'm not married to any man, and I will bear the consequences of breaching the contract.

When he's tired, he'll return my kids and belongings. Good thing I still had some money left.

I walked a few streets up, got some takeaway food, a change of clothes and essentials, then got myself a room at a hotel for the night. I will look for a solution tomorrow. He'll get me a new place after all, this is all his fault.

I was so worried about my kids, it was hard, but I pushed through.

The hotel was old and rickety, but I decided to manage and survive through the night. I settled in and immediately dug into my meal. I felt so sick, wondering if my kids had had dinner already and what they were doing. I felt like such a bad mom.

After eating, I hopped into the shower and had a surprisingly nice bath. I stayed under the tired shower for hours, washing away my weakness, tears and anger from my face. I deserved to sleep properly and peacefully, not letting anything get to me.

Not letting anything get to me, huh? I was damn pissed when I crashed into bed and picked up my phone. There wasn't a single message or even call from my monster of a husband. So, radio silent? He had no plans to budge? Okay, we'll see.

I settled into bed, feeling good in the new night gown I got and the new one I would wear tomorrow. I had gone through so many shitty things so this wouldn't be difficult. He's crazy to think he's hurting me. I'm simply growing stronger.

I definitely didn't feel strong. As I laid in bed, everything hit me all at once and I began to shed tears, all the tears I thought I was done crying. It hurt. It hurt. I felt a pang inside my chest that hit very deep.

In the midst of my tears, some men I had never seen, in black clothes bursted into my room. My eyes shot up in fear and I tried to run away, I screamed and fought, but they still caught me. The last thing I remember seeing was all black.