Chapter 2 2

Noemie just stood there on the spot, watching the duo being engrossed in their activity without a care in the world.

Her stomach churned, she felt like puking her guts out, and then something snapped in her. "Damian!!"

Her scream jolted the two out of their lovemaking, and Damian scrambled out of the bed, marching towards her like he had plans to completely destroy her for interrupting their session together.

The look in his eyes-anger, disdain, and resentment-as though she was the intruder here. Her head spun at his next words:

"What are you doing here!? Didn't I tell you to sleep in the guest room!?"

His words struck a vein in her head. She pinched herself to make sure she wasn't sleeping, to make sure she wasn't in her own nightmare. She wasn't though-this was all painfully real.

She looked back up at him. He stared back at her, breathing aggressively like a thin thread was holding him from pouncing on her.

She had caught him in bed with another woman, and this was all he could say to her? Noemie bit her lips so hard that blood began seeping from the wound.

Her lips parted so many times, yet words couldn't come out-it was like she had gone temporarily mute from shock.

"Honey, that's enough. You shouldn't stress yourself out," the thin, sultry voice penetrated deep into her skull, and Noemie saw the woman emerge from the dim lights that had earlier concealed her.

Draped in lingerie that barely covered her body, her own sister stood right in front of her, a mocking smirk adorned her lips.

Noemie's lips quivered. This wasn't true. She shook her head in denial, but she was here in flesh-her tormentor and now her husband's mistress.

"Hello, Noemie," her ex-mistress, Veronica, called her in a mocking tone.

Noemie couldn't believe it. No matter how evil she was, no matter how malicious and cunning she had known her to be, Noemie had never pegged that she would come all the way here to ruin her life and her happiness.

"Ve... Veronica," Noemie stuttered, almost not believing she was really here.

She looked back from her ex-mistress to her husband-and no hint of remorse from both sides. Instead, they looked like they couldn't wait to throw her out just so they could continue with what they were doing.

Veronica was the Alpha's daughter in her pack, Crestmoon Pack. Whereas she, she was nothing but a servant, an omega.

Veronica hated her for absolutely no reason and had made her life hell. When Damian had bought her, she had been very happy to be free from her-but now she was here, now as her husband's mistress.

How long has this been going on? How long had she been fooled?

"Why is she here, my love?"

She questioned her husband like she wasn't standing there at that very moment.

Her blood boiled, and she lost all control. She lunged towards her, pulling her hair and pushing her to the floor. She was ready to pounce on her, but that was when she felt someone forcefully pull her away from Veronica, and before she could blink, Damian slapped her twice on the same cheek.

It seemed like he had exerted all his manly strength into the slap. Her lips burst, and blood rushed out of her nose. At that moment, Noemie felt like there was a thin line between her and death. Her head ached, her cheeks hurt-like she was reliving the moment Damian had slapped her.

Her pains were suppressed by an overwhelming feeling of shock and disbelief. Her husband, who had never once raised his voice on her, had hit her. She stared at him, but not a single remorse in those eyes-all she saw was untamed hatred directed toward her.

"Damian, the baby," Veronica cried.

Baby?

Her blood ran cold as she stared at both of them. What baby was she talking about?

As if to answer her unspoken questions, Damian left her side-despite the fact she was hurt because of him and was now bleeding-he left her to hold Veronica in his arms. And the way he looked at her, his gaze soft, like she was the most priceless treasure on earth.

Noemie didn't know where she summoned the energy from, but she rose to her feet, her limbs shaking.

"Baby? What baby are you talking about?" Her voice broke, and Noemie wanted to believe that Damian had slapped her so hard that she was now mishearing things.

"What baby!!?" Noemie yelled at the top of her lungs, wanting to crumble them both. The bitter taste of betrayal slapped her at the back of her throat.

Damian walked up to her, and he grabbed her arm, throwing her out of their room. She landed on the cold floor, and Damian looked down at her, fire burning in his eyes.

"Yes, she's pregnant with my child-my heir-something you couldn't do for three years!!"

My eyes glistened with tears, my throat constricted, but he wasn't done yet.

"I cannot continue to have a barren woman who will bring me nothing but shame to my pack," he spat, looking at her like she was nothing less than a rat from the sewage. "Veronica is here to stay. She will be my Luna, and from henceforth, she will stay in my chambers, and your things will be moved to the guest room."

Her heart broke at how Damian mercilessly smeared her condition in her face.

She clenched her fist. "I refuse to live under the same roof with that woman. I'd rather die."

"Die then." Those were his last words before slamming the door on her face.

Noemie felt bile rise to her throat, and she ran to the nearest bathroom to throw up, vomiting her guts out.

Lately, she had been feeling nauseous, and she could see herself bloating. She had planned to tell Damian about it today, but who knew what shocking revelation awaited her? Now even if she was pregnant, what use was it when he had chosen another woman who was pregnant for him and he was now in love with?

That night, Noemie cried her eyes out, not able to contain the pain she felt. She asked her personal maid for advice-Lily.

Lily was the closest person she could call a friend. "Get the pregnancy test done. I have a hunch you might be pregnant too."

Noemie shook her head. Being nauseous and bloating up wasn't a new thing for her, and each time she went to the hospital for a checkup, she was always greeted with nothing but disappointment.

Nevertheless, she went for the pregnancy test-and truly, she was pregnant.

Noemie gripped the test result in her hands, a bitter scoff escaped her lips. Now she had a reason to fight. It wasn't over.

But when she returned back home, what she hadn't expected was for Damian to shred the test results in her face and then declare Veronica as his Luna.