Alpha's Runaway Mate

Betrayal

17

Four Years Later

Mirabel

A smile splayed on my lips as I walked in the gardens of jasmine. This area stretched for as far as I could see. The beauty of this garden was enhanced by the hills standing tall in their pride. I closed my eyes and twirled on my feet, feeling soft, cold grass tickling the heels of my feet. Suddenly gloomy air filled my chest and made me open my eyes. My mouth left a gasp as I watched the evergreen garden morphing into a deserted land with overgrown grass, thorn-like flowers snarling at me. I stepped back and screamed when my barefoot made contact with a scorpion. My heart thudded against my ribcage. I was terrified to my core as the darkness was covering the garden, leaving me with no choice but to run.

I ran and ran and ran, without looking around, without caring about where I was headed to. Out of the blue, I felt a presence. Alarmed, I looked around and found huge wolves running on either side of me. I was in the middle and they were keeping up with my pace. Gradually, they started closing the gap. Tears flooded my eye sockets but I didn't stop, I kept running for my life. As I was headed to somewhere a voice in my head echoed.

"Where are you, Bella?"

And with that, the wolf on my right charged toward me, bringing me down on the ground. Before it could eat me whole.

I woke up with a jolt in my bed, another nightmare. My heart racing as I rested my back against the headboard with my hand on it. A weird sensation sprouted inside me. It happened many times that I would wake up feeling horny or go to bed that way but I never did a thing about it due to my fear of intimacy. Huffing, I massaged the throbbing pulse of my head and glanced at the clock. It was seven in the morning. And with that, my head instinctively turned to the other bedside. Disappointment gripped me for a moment. He wasn't here. Or perhaps he forgot to care about coming home.

I huffed again and went to the bathroom, showering and dressing up for work. A little about me that I was a senior chef at the restaurant that my foster parents owned. It was run by Sophia. I was offered to handle the HR position but I was much happier in bringing tasty recipes to life. My two children—Rowan and Sevyn—mostly spent their time with their foster grandparents. Albert and Eleanor loved them to death. At first, they were skeptical about me birthing the babies but when I gave my verdict of keeping them with me, they agreed on it. I was not cruel to kill my children with my own hands. Fuck the bastard who raped me but they were my blood and I refused to hate them because of something that lowlife did.

While having my breakfast, my phone chimed. I opened it and saw a message from my colleague who happened to be my fast friend—Alisa. It was a picture of my boyfriend sitting with another woman. Their hands joined while they shared a laugh. In another photo, she was getting handsy with him. Lastly, a video where they stood up from their seats and walked out of a cafe as Kenzo held her close by waist. If I would be honest, I felt nothing at that moment. You know there'd come a moment where you had been disappointed so many times that betrayal start to feel like a causal occurrence. After you find series of lies, sneaky behaviours, cheating potential, you start to prepare yourself for the end. That's what was happening. I was reaching the point of a final decision. Given him enough chances to act straight, I wasn't going to waste my time. Hell, I wasn't even the first to approach him. He did it, knowing I was a single, damaged mom working my ass off for my kids' better future. But guess, he was feeling excited to try a new chick and now got tired of dealing a woman with intimacy and past trauma issues.

"Cool,"I typed back to Alisa's boyfriend who was a detective. He helped me gain evidence against him so that this time he wouldn't get away with it easily. Certainly won't be easy after getting caught with his boss' daughter.