My heartless Alpha

The crazy one

Zayra's POV

Today is Sunday. I woke up feeling like a hollow shell, the pain from last night still haunting me. As a wolf, I can sense everything, including the betrayal of my mate. Jarem's actions cut deeper than any physical wound could; I can feel it in my bones, a dark weight pressing down on my heart.

But I push through the pain. I have a responsibility to the little ones on the soccer team, and coaching them brings me a flicker of joy. I wake up early to bake cookies, knowing their faces will light up with delight when they see the treats. I've been making these cookies since I was ten, a passion that began with my first sale at school. But that dream faded the moment I saw my brother racing by on a big bike, a childhood love that eclipsed my love for baking.

After training, I head to the main pack house, fatigue weighing heavily on my shoulders. The lazy Sunday vibe fills the air, with pack members sprawled around the living room, engrossed in the TV. I grab a bottle of water from the fridge, but my moment of peace is short-lived.

Suddenly, Sabrina struts down the stairs like she owns the place, her smug demeanor igniting a fire in my gut. "Unbelievable," I mutter to myself, the nerve of this girl infuriating me.

She plops herself on the kitchen island, looking at me with a challenge in her eyes. "So, do you know what I was doing here last night?" she asks, a smug grin plastered across her face.

Of course, I know what she was doing. I can feel it in my very essence, the way my heart twisted when I sensed her with him. "Whatever you were doing, I hope you had fun," I reply, keeping my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside me.

"Oh, I did," she shoots back, her eyes glinting with malice. "What about you? Coaching the little pups? I see why the Alpha has to find fun elsewhere."

Her words are barbs, each one cutting deeper than the last. I try to shake it off, reminding myself that I'm better than this, but it's like trying to ignore a fly buzzing in my ear. "I don't have time for this," I say, turning to leave, but she doesn't let up.

"I had a wonderful time last night," she continues, her voice dripping with disdain. "You know, I always thought you weren't good enough to be Luna. You've always got your hands dirty playing with cars and bikes. Honestly, I thought you were a lesbian."

I stare at her, disbelief washing over me. How can someone be so brazenly stupid?

"What is that supposed to mean?" I shoot back, struggling to keep my anger at bay.

"Yeah, I mean, you always act like a boy," she quips, and I can feel the heat rising in my cheeks.

"Is that all you've got?" I glare at her, pushing through the waves of anger threatening to consume me. "You think I have nothing to say? I have plenty to say, but the level of your stupidity has left me momentarily speechless."

Her expression shifts, and I can see the anger flickering beneath her facade. "You should be ashamed of yourself; your ass is jealous of your mouth."

"What's your point, Sabrina?" I challenge, my voice steady. "Do you think you could do a better job than me? Being a Luna isn't just about looks or reputation; it's about respect. You think anyone here would respect you after knowing what you've done?"

I watch her squirm, the smirk faltering as her bravado wavers. "You don't know what you're talking about," she retorts, but her voice lacks conviction.

"Let's ask the pack, shall we?" I say, crossing my arms defiantly. "How many of them would stand for you if they knew how many guys you've been with? How could an Alpha demand respect from you when you disrespect yourself?"

Her face pales, and I can see the anger boiling beneath the surface. She lashes out, trying to slap me, but I catch her wrist before she can make contact. "Don't you dare touch me," I warn, my voice low and dangerous. "I don't know what I'm capable of today, but I'm really not in the mood for this."

Just then, Jarem strides down the stairs, his presence commanding attention. "What the hell is going on here?" he demands, his eyes narrowing as they dart between us.

"Your little side chick wants to fuck me," I say, my anger boiling over.

"What the hell are you talking about?" he snaps.

"She already fucked you, and now she wants to fuck me too," I shoot back, not backing down.

Sabrina tries to deny it, but I'm done being polite. "Why don't you ask her how many times she's crawled into bed with other members of this pack? How could you ever expect me to keep my mouth shut about it?"

The tension in the room thickens, and before I know it, I feel the sting of his palm against my face. The slap sends me crashing to the floor, my heart racing in shock as I taste blood on my lip.

He looms over me, his expression a mix of anger and something darker. "Get up," he orders, his voice cold as he grips my neck, pushing me against the wall.

The pack members stand frozen, eyes wide in horror. "Jake, get out of here!" Jarem snaps, his rage palpable.

"Alpha, please!" Jake pleads, concern etched across his face. "She's hurt; she's bleeding!"

"Now you're going to disrespect me too?" Jarem growls, his grip tightening. "She needs to be punished for her insolence. Are you willing to take her punishment?"

"Yes, Alpha," Jake says, but I can see the worry in his eyes.

"Two days in the cell. No food, no water," Jarem declares, and I feel a wave of desperation wash over me.

"Please, don't do this! Let him go!" I cry, my heart racing.

"Three days of no food, no water," he continues, his eyes cold.

"Come on, jarem, I'm sorry!" I beg, desperation creeping into my voice.

"Four days of no food, no water," he says, dismissing my pleas.

"Five days—no food, no water," he states, his voice final.

In that moment, it clicks. He doesn't just want to punish me; he wants to assert his dominance, to break me completely. I can't let him win, but I feel the weight of despair pressing down. I drop to my knees, bowing my head in submission, giving him the power he craves.

Mia, my wolf, is now more frightened than ever. She can feel my pain, my despair, and our bond is strained under the weight of Jarem's cruelty. As I kneel there, I know I'm trapped in a nightmare of his making, and there's no escape.