The room swayed. I pressed my hand against the wall, dragging in shallow breaths that refused to fill my lungs. My knees buckled slightly, and I barely managed to catch myself before I hit the floor.
My heart drummed at an unhealthy speed. The bile rose in my throat. I was going to be sick.
This wasn’t real.
It couldn’t be real.
My hand flew to my stomach in pure instinct, fingers trembling against the flat of my abdomen.
My other hand flew to my mouth as a choked sob escaped me. I tried to breathe. Tried to steady myself. But I couldn’t.
How?
This must be a mistake.
I’d been taking my pills. Religiously. Every night, same time, same place. I didn’t miss a single one.
My phone buzzed again.
Another email. Same sender.
I hesitated before tapping it open.
My blood ran cold when I saw its contents.
Content: Dear Ms. Hamilton,
Following your request for a refill of your previous prescription, we ran a chemical composition test on the sample provided. Please be informed that the pills you submitted are not birth control. They are classified as generic multivitamins. We recommend an immediate consultation…
The phone slipped from my fingers and hit the tiled floor with a crack before I finished reading
Then the scream tore out of me like a wounded animal caught in a trap. I covered my mouth, horrified at my own sound. Tears streamed freely down my cheeks, burning hot trails into my skin.
He did this.
He did this to me.
Kester. That selfish, manipulative bastard!
He switched the pills.
Tears streamed down my cheeks, hot and bitter, dripping off my chin. My heart cracked open in ways I didn’t even know were possible. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t think I couldn’t believe this.
He had taken my virginity.
He took my body.
He took my heart.
And now… He had stolen my choice, too.
KASMINE.
“Miss? Miss? Are you okay?” A soft, feminine voice filtered into my haze. My eyelids fought me as I forced them open, squinting against the harsh strip lights above. My face was sticky with dried tears, and my throat felt like sandpaper.
“Uh…. Yeah…” I croaked, barely recognizing my own voice, my confusion colliding with panic. Where… Where was
Oh, shit! I was still in the convenience. I sat on the floor and cried until I dozed off.
“Are you sure you are okay, ma’am?” The lady spoke again, and I took in her appearance. She was a janitor.
She stood a few feet away, mop in hand, her brow pulled together with concern. Her blue uniform looked like it. had seen too many shifts and not enough sleep, but her voice was kind and soft.
I didn’t respond. I pushed myself off the floor, wobbling on unsteady legs, ignoring the way she instinctively. reached out like she thought I might faint again. I glanced at my phone.
Fifty-two minutes. I had been out cold for almost an hour.
Fuck
My legs jolted into action. I didn’t even acknowledge the janitor as I stumbled past her. My heels clacked awkwardly on the floor as I all but ran out of the convenience store, heart hammering like it was trying to punch its way out of my chest. 1
‘Get out. Just get out. Go home. Go anywhere but here.’
I pushed through the glass doors of the venue and was immediately met with the roar of applause from inside the main hall.
My heart froze when
My heart froze when I saw Kester and June.
He was kissing her.
His hand was on her lower back.
Her head was tilted up, her lips molded to his, and the crowd clapped louder, some people even standing to cheer. Then she pulled back, giggling like the perfect fianc?e, and held up her left hand.
A thick, shiny diamond sparkled on her finger, catching the light and throwing it straight into my fucking face. My stomach lurched. I felt the bile rise up, acidic and hot. I swallowed hard, and it burned going down.
I wanted to march up that stage, rip the mic from the host’s hand, and scream, “He switched my birth control, you sick fucks! He got me pregnant without my consent, and now he’s parading his new bride around like he didn’t just destroy me!”
I wanted to grab june by her pretty little shoulders and shake her. Ask her if she knew what kind of monster she was smiling at.
Instead, I just stood there. Shaking so hard I felt like my bones were trying to escape my skin.
The applause finally started to die down. The host said something cheesy about love being in the air, and people laughed, wineglasses clinking as the music came back on. Rester and June descended from the stage, hand in hand, ready to greet the guests.
I quickly wiped the tears that had started falling again with rough swipes before turning and heading out of the hall into the cold night air.
I had barely walked for more than five minutes when I saw Kester just ahead of me, leaning against a pillar.
I wouldn’t lie, I was startled. But of course, he had the kind of speed I didn’t have just yet, at least until I got my wolf.
I ignored his very presence and tried to walk past him, but he held me back.
“Mine, what’s wrong?” He asked, and my blood boiled.
That word. Mine. I hated it now with every fiber in me.
I turned to him slowly, my fists clenched at my sides, every inch of me shaking from the inside out. He had that familiar crease between his brows-concern, confusion, that same stupid calm he wore every time he tried to manipulate me into thinking I was overreacting… I didn’t say a word.
Instead, I slapped him hard across the face. His head jerked to the side. My palm stung like hell, but I didn’t regret it not for one second.
He blinked, slowly turning back to face me. His cheek was red.
“You selfish, heartless bastard!” I hissed, “How could you? How could you do that to me? You switched my birth control pills, Kester! What the hell is wrong with you?!” I stepped back, “You didn’t even ask me. You took that choice from me. Do you even realize how disgusting that is?”
He didn’t even flinch. His eyes narrowed.
Then-so casually it made me nauseous-he asked in the calmest voice ever, like it was the most natural question in the world, “So you’re finally pregnant?”
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