Chapter 2 No More Mr Nice Guy
- Kael’s POV
- This woman had never defied me before. Yet here she was, challenging me.
- I narrowed my eyes. “Don’t forget how you became my wife six years ago.”
- Isadora’s chin lifted stubbornly. “I am your mate. Why should I leave just because she’s back?”
- I laughed bitterly. Ridiculous.
- She only stood at my side because she’d forced me into it. Because she saved Freya with that sacred Moon Grass.
- I married her out of duty. Not love. Never love.
- My real mate is Freya. Not because of destiny’s mark, but because she once saved my life.
- When I was ten, lost in the forest and hunted by a rogue wolf, a little girl appeared and rescued me. The warriors found me later, but I never forgot her. I didn’t know her name—only the leaf-shaped birthmark on her arm.
- Years later, I found her address. We exchanged letters. She became my secret anchor.
- And when Freya’s accident happened, I realized the truth—she was the girl I had been writing to all along.
- Now she was awake. Awake and ready to take her rightful place at my side.
- I stared at the woman before me, the one who had schemed to chain me to her. And Freya’s words rang in my head:
- It was Isadora. She’s the one who hit me with that car six years ago.
- Rage consumed me.
- “Why?” I snapped. “Because Freya told me the truth. You’re the one who caused her accident!”
- Isadora’s face went pale. “If I say I didn’t, would you believe me?”
- I stepped closer, fury pounding in my chest. “Do you really think I’d believe a word from your deceitful mouth?”
- She shrank back against the wall as my Alpha dominance surged, filling the room with raw power.
- “You manipulative woman,” I spat, my voice trembling with anger. “I wish I could make you suffer a thousand times worse than Freya ever did!”
- Isadora flinched. Her beauty, once striking, now looked tainted with betrayal in my eyes.
- “Defy me again,” I warned coldly. “And you’ll regret it.”
- Isadora’s POV
- His hatred pierced me to the bone.
- Not only did Kael misunderstand me, he believed I had tried to kill Freya.
- Six years of sacrifice—worthless.
- “I didn’t do it,” I whispered, my voice breaking.
- Kael’s eyes were like black ice. “You’re smart enough to know your place. Do it.”
- Then he turned and left, leaving behind nothing but silence and despair.
- I stared at my reflection in the mirror. Pale. Hollow. Empty.
- Was this truly me—the woman who once laughed freely, who once dreamed of happiness?
- For Kael, I had given up everything. My pack. My pride. Myself.
- And he had trampled it all underfoot.
- At last, I exhaled slowly. Vanessa, it’s time to let go.
- “Are you sure?” my wolf whispered.
- I nodded. “I’m tired.”
- That night, Kael never returned. The servants whispered that he had gone straight to the hospital—to Freya.
- Of course. He couldn’t wait to bring her home.
- I stripped off the apron I had worn for six years, dressed in a white gown I once loved, and carried my suitcase downstairs.
- Ryder lounged on the couch, watching TV. He glanced up, smirking. “Hey, where are you going?”
- I ignored him and kept walking.
- He grabbed my suitcase. “Didn’t you hear me? Have you cleaned the rooms? Cooked dinner? Where do you think you’re going?”
- Though sixteen and grown enough to have his own wolf, Ryder was still childish, arrogant, and cruel. He had treated me like a servant for years.
- This time, I snapped.
- I pried his fingers off my suitcase one by one and glared. “Listen to me, you little brat. From now on, I am done serving you.”
- His eyes widened. Then he shouted at the top of his lungs:
- “Mom! Mom, come quick! She’s bullying me!”