Grace sighed as she looked at her bedroom door, which was partially shut. She couldn't do anything else but watch in defeat. Every second, her heart broke a little more, but she didn't want to end her relationship with Chris, even though he didn't treat her with the respect she deserved.
She cast a few sorrowful glances at their bedchamber's slightly ajar door. Her nose was filled with the scent of sex. She burst into tears all over again. The low-lank omega bitch was having fun with her mate. The bitch was moaning loudly as Chris pounded into her. Initially, he used to keep his affairs in his office, but now he was bringing those skanks to their bedroom and didn't even bother to close the door.
Grace was a smart woman. Chris was trying to provoke her and embarrass her to the point that she would run back to her old pack. Despite how much she detested being forced to live in this place, she simply could not bring herself to be the source of yet another pack dispute. Her father would be enraged and disappointed.
Her older brother had been killed when she was 12. She did not want more casualties, let alone hundreds of them. She recalled how fragile her family had been after the Anderson Pack lost their only heir. Vance was only sixteen years old when he passed away. Even years later, her heart continued to grieve for her older brother.
Her heart was breaking. She was well aware of how much her Betas despised her for being so bitchy. Melissa had the audacity to scream at her. Grace hadn't always been like this. She used to be a bright, cheery young woman. She was merely attempting to safeguard herself. She also didn't want anyone to see her broken, sorrowful heart. She knew that her father actually wanted to get rid of her because Vance had died instead of her, even though he didn't say it out loud. She was the black sheep.
She did what her family told her to do. Before they got married, she had never met Chris. To make her family happy, she agreed to mate with a stranger. She hoped that the new pack would love her and accept her as one of their own. She loved Chris from the moment she saw him. She tried her best to make this marriage work, but Chris broke her heart.
It was her wish that her mother could get pregnant again and have a child. Werewolves live a long time and may have babies for hundreds of years. She wished for the day when her dad would see her as his daughter instead of a nuisance.
As the groans turned into screams, it made her cringe. She could almost hear Chris' balls slapping on that b*tch.He hadn't slept with her since he assaulted her. Grace was secretly relieved when Chris stopped touching her and started humping omegas. The redheads, to be specific. That way, she wouldn't have to carry his child.
Her very name, Rosalie, provoked feelings of resentment and animosity within her. Grace was not surprised at all when she found out that Chris was hopelessly in love with Rosalie Murdoch because she was such a beauty. It stung her extra severely because they were mates. However, he chose Grace to be his mate. If he was serious about his feelings for Rosalie, he would have turned down their engagement. The mate bonds would break if the wolves mated with someone else. So, she could not understand his obsession with Rosalie. She was his mate now.
Grace's only goal was to leave this place so she could avoid Chris's sexual escapades. She thought about what would happen if one of those whores got pregnant.
The council would practically chew him alive. They were obsessed with preserving the bloodlines' purity. As a result, they approved and supervised every mating in the packs.
That thought soothed her heart. She was forced to sit in the living room while he humped his whores. She couldn't go against him. The magic of the mate bond made her do what they asked. After a while, she heard Chris growl.
He yelled to the bitch, "Get out!"
The omega leapt from his bed, flung open the door, and stepped outdoors, still naked. Sweat and cum dripped down her legs. Grace detected his scent on her. The omega gave her a smug look.
"Madam Luna, I made him climax," she claimed vainly.
She walked over to Grace and locked her gaze on her. "Do you smell his seed on me?" she asked, a grin on her face.
Grace snarled angrily.
"Just wait; I'll carry his child, I will give him an heir, and you'll be my maid." She gloated. The bitch giggled as she walked away from Grace, her back to her.
Grace let out a rumbling howl before transforming into a deep brown wolf.
'Bitch, you made a mistake!'
She screamed violently as she sank her teeth into the omega's lovely neck. As her neck snapped, the omega could hardly scream in astonishment. Her body lay motionless on the ground, seeping the carpet with blood.
After reverting to her human form, Grace glared at the lifeless body of the omega while kicking it and growling angrily at the same time. The commotion pulled Chris out of the chamber as he looked at the scene with disdain.
"Grace, clean up the mess! I don't want blood stains on my Turkish carpet.,"He walked away, not even looking back at the dead omega.
He sat down on a bar stool and poured himself a glass of wine.
"Do you want some?" he inquired casually, as if having a dead body in their living room was perfectly normal.
Grace huffed and walked into their bedroom, ignoring him as she walked right past him. Her attention was drawn to the dishevelled bedding, and the entire room reeked of sex. She inhaled deeply before yanking the mattress, along with the sheets and the pillows, off the bed.
She threw them on the floor. She could not sleep here anymore.
She stamped out of the room again and glared at Chris.
"Are you tired of humiliating me ? What have I done to you ?"
Chris simply shrugged. "If you don't like it here, you can always leave."
His nonchalant attitude only fueled Grace's anger. "I'm done with this," she declared, storming into the bedroom and slamming the door behind her.
She locked herself in the bathroom, then stood under the shower and turned it on full blast. She burst into excruciating tears as the water poured down in a torrent on her.