Jessalynn's POV
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It had been several days since I got the news that my only chance at becoming a mother had been cruelly stripped away from me.
Until my discharge from the hospital, my mate never showed up to visit me. And even now that I was home, he didn't talk to me. Instead, he buried himself in work at his office, sometimes not even coming home the entire night.
And on the days he did spend at home, he'd choose to sleep in one of the guestrooms.
I knew he was angry and frustrated that I had lost the chance of us having a child. My mate had faced pressure from his now-late mother and the pack elders for years, not giving in to the idea of discarding me for another woman.
He had chosen to stand by me, his beloved mate, even when other alphas saw him as a laughingstock. Even when rumours flew around that he was an impotent man, he silently bore it all. For me.
He was the most excited when he got the long-awaited news of becoming a father. He had even thrown a grand party and invited the same Alphas that had mocked his virility to show them that he wasn't sterile.
And I had sworn that I would keep our child safe, no matter what. But now… I had broken that promise.
He must be as shattered as I am right now. But avoiding me wasn't going to solve the issue. No, I couldn't let this go on any longer.
So, I dressed up and, with my maid's assistance, made the trip to his office.
There were two guards standing at the entrance. Upon descrying me, they quickly placed their right hand across their chest and bowed their head, "Greetings, your highness," they chorused.
I acknowledged them and told them I wanted to see the king.
But, much to my dismay, both blocked the way with their spears. "Sorry, your highness, but on the Alpha's orders, we shouldn't let anyone in. Not even the Beta, and most especially, you." The one with a bald head and beefy build said, his gaze determined.
I frowned. "Let me in. He can't keep avoiding me forever. We have to talk, and no, I'm not letting either of you stop me."
My eyes changed colour to gold. I was of Beta lineage, but I could actually exhibit the suppressive aura of an alpha temporarily, something other Beta werewolves were incapable of.
And just as expected, the guards' hold on their weapons loosened, and the spears tumbled from their fingers, landing on the marbled floor. Next, they ended up on their knees, clutching at their throats, gasping for breath.
Frankly, I'd never used this ability on anyone because I'd never felt the need to. It was my secret, and not even my mate knew about it. But today, I had to, because I needed to see my mate, no matter what.
With no more resistance from the guards, I asked my maid to stand outside and keep watch over them. Then I stepped into the lobby. His secretary, Clara Whyte, was not on seat. Perhaps she was on an errand?
Just as I reached out my right hand to knock on the door of my mate's office, I experienced a sudden wave of pain in my chest, and the agony only increased with each elapsing second. I clutched hard at my aching chest, a fresh pool of tears already gathering at my eyelids, threatening to overflow.
My knees were buckling, my vision unsteady, but I couldn't let these stop me. I was already at the door. I needed to see my mate today!
So, wiping off the tears and clenching my teeth, I opened the door and, with an unsteady gait, made my way in. But what I saw made my world crumble.
My mate was indeed in the capacious office, standing at the side of his exquisite wooden desk. However, papers and files were scattered on the floor, along with a red thong.
My mate, with his upper body dipped, was standing between the thighs of a familiar blonde who had her back resting on the desk's surface. His hips were swinging back and forth as he spewed profanities, and her legs were clasped around the small of his back.
My mouth opened to say something. Anything. But nothing came out.
I wanted to believe my eyes were playing tricks on me, but the moans and expletives that came out of her mouth as my mate increased the pace of his thrusts forced the reality onto me.
He was cheating on me. With his secretary!
Now I understand why I had felt that excruciating pain days ago. And why I was also feeling that dreadful pain right now.
It was thanks to my 'good' mate. He didn't answer my calls that day because he was having fun with this bitch!
And here I was, feeling like it was entirely my fault that the baby was lost.
He was the main cause. This bastard!
How dare he do this to me? I didn't deserve this.
Fuelled by rage and disregarding the pangs in my chest, I charged at them, pushing the startled duo off the desk.
Tumbling to the floor, they quickly separated, and my mate was the first to get up, making himself decent while he glared at me.
"What's the meaning of this? Have you gone mad?"
"Those are my lines, Sebastian!" I howled, fists formed at my sides, chest heaving as I shot him a hostile gaze of my own.