In an instant, Trevor stormed through her door. Turning on the lights, he looks about for the threat, but then his gaze comes to rest on me. His expression turns from anxious to murderous as he stalks in my direction. Cara hurries over to embrace her dad.

"She frightened me, daddy. Make her go away, I don't want her her in my room," she murmurs into his pajamas. Her entire body quivers, as though she had encountered a demon rather than her mother.

My own daughter no longer even calls me "mommy," which further crushes my heart. I'm only referred to as "her" or "she" these days. like I was some stranger and nothing more.

As he looks at our daughter, Trevor's gaze softens. "Calm down baby. Go to my room and wait for me. We'll leave when I come, okay?"

These days, that was the only thing we had in common. our devotion to our daughter. A daughter who appeared to be the ideal combination of Trevor and myself. Her hair is strawberry blonde. Since I'm a blondie, the blonde is coming from me. Her dad's hair is brown and I can see the color mixture. She also has his blue eyes

"Are we visiting mummy Alia? She exclaims, her voice filled with delight, "I love staying with her." My heart bleeds a little bit more for her eagerness to see Alia.

Months ago, she stopped referring to me as her mommy. She transfered all the love she had for me to Alia. She hasn't talked to me or allowed me to get close to her in months. Even my own kid thinks Alia is better than me. Cara now despises me and wants no contact with me, just like Trevor did.

Trevor kindly says to her, "Yes baby, go now so I can finish up here."

Cara smiles and looks at her dad before glaring at me and walking out of the room.

"What are you doing here and why are you disturbing her peace?" he demands, his formerly kind expression turning deadly in the blink of an eye.

I get up, sigh, and then I respond. "What do you mean, Trevor. Cara is my daughter. Is it a crime for me to be close to her?"

Cara was now so hostile toward me that I could not even approach her without her yelling at me to move away. Ever since Trevor had introduced her to his lover, she had changed totally. She became closer to Alia, ignoring me her mother.

Goddess knows how much I detested the liar.

"Well if your eyes and your brain still work, you'd have figured out by now that she doesn't fucking want you around. And if you haven't, get that through your dense mind, please!" Anger rose with me. Cara is my daughter and no one would take her away from me, no matter what.

"And it's entirely your fault, Trevor. You allow that bitch if a woman deceive her. You're gravely mistaken if you think I'll let that dumb hoe raise my daughter." I yelled out contemptuously.

The next thing I knew, I was on the floor, gazing at him from where I was. I wasn't expecting the slap. My ears were ringing from the collision and my world spinning.

He said angrily, "Don't you ever, and I repeat, don't you ever speak about my mate like that." He gave me a disgusted look and then spat on me. Without even turning around, he exited the room, and a few minutes later, I heard them walk out.

I couldn't believe what just happened. Tears streamed down my face as I sat on the floor. My right cheek hurts. He hit me because of that woman.

Why would he do that to me? Those hands held me. Those hands touched me in a loving manner and those hands consoled me. How then could he hit me?

The next day,

I look at the enormous house in front of me with uncertainty. Somewhere outside, I could hear the loud music being played. Children's screams as they played could also be heard.

I hadn't been invited to Cara's wolf awakening and seventh birthday. Not even that I knew there was a party. How pitiful is that? Unaware that your own daughter was getting ready for an awakening and a birthday party.

An awakening was a very important and memorable day in the life of a parent and their pup. Although they're not able to shift yet, their abilities begin to develop.

Trevor was the one I had called to inquire what I should plan. He had angrily replied that Alia was taking care of everything. Because neither he nor Cara wanted me to attend, I shouldn't have bothered.

Her events were always organized by me, and they were always held at our house. However, it was held at Alia's this year.

It seems that Cara requested her to organize it. Since I don't organize her parties the way she wants them to, in her opinion. She detested them as they were bland and uninteresting all the time.

Knowing that Cara had never enjoyed or valued the time and effort I put into the planning had hurt. That it was insufficient. That she despised those parties.

Knowing that Alia had undone everything I'd ever done made me sigh. That under her feet, all I had done was trampled upon like they were nothing.

Why does it ache like crazy? Months have passed since her return. I was hanging on, even though I should have been acclimated to the new reality by now.

My wolf Magenta whispered, "Adri, we should do this." While trying to summon the bravery to go to her house on foot. A place where I am still unwelcome.

She goes on, "We shouldn't be absent from our own pup's party."

If I had believed that Trevor's actions were painful then I had no idea at the time how much this would hurt me. That on the day I fucking gave birth to her, Cara and Trevor hadn't wanted me there. I was angry with them, but my anger turned into hurt. My heart is broken.

I stride onward, pushing those thoughts aside. I was completely amazed when I stepped inside after the door had been opened. Everything looked amazing; Alia had done a fantastic job. It appeared as though I just entered in to Disney Land.

I head into the backyard after following the sound of the music. They had turned the lash field into a fantasy. There was a carpet of pink, purple, and white flowers. Tablecloths made of shimmering silver covered tables.

Four seats at each table were coated in white satin. Silver ribbons were then used to tie them. Everything was elegant and sophisticated. Is this the reason why Cara detests my parties?

Knowing that nothing I had done had been sufficient for Cara makes me feel less confident.

I snap out of my reverie when I hear a yell, "What are you doing here?!"

I look around and see Cara. She looks at me with scorn and rage. As though my entire existence would make her day miserable. The guests had turned to see her shout. Both humans and Lycans.

I remain silent. Not knowing what had changed in Cara. Why did she suddenly despise me? Did I do something wrong? Was it something I said?

"Go, I don't want you here, and don't ever come back!" She let out a shout. Her hands clenched into fists.

I softly say to her, "Darling, I got you a gift. I hope you like it." I was trying not to cry, as my voice was shaky.

I was trying very hard. Being the talk of the town was the last thing I wanted. Because of our bond, I could sense our packmates' sympathy. Also, I am aware that most people disagree with Trevor's actions. Yet I don't need their sympathy. My family is all I want. I want my daughter and my mate back.

Cara extends her hand to accept the gift. I was about to give a relieved sigh and give her a smile. She then does something, that I did not ever expect.

She hurled the gift to the ground before trampling on it, shattering the doll I had gotten for her. Gazing upon the broken doll, I see the ideal representation of my own broken heart. She just trampled on my heart, and now she did the same to the doll.

She angrily yelled at me, "I told you I don't want to see you, and I don't want your dumb and ugly gift." She seemed to tremble, as though her rage and hatred were out of control.

How did it end up like this? What was it that Alia had that I did not? What was it that caused my relatives to despise me yet love her?

I never did anything but love them. Give everything I have to them. I gave them the best of me. I've made every effort to be the ideal wife and mate. To be the ideal mother, but it didn't seem like that was sufficient. Because in their hearts, Alia readily took my place.

I whisper her name out, "Cara...." I almost choked with tears and pain.

Cara yells at me to stop me. "No! Both my daddy and I despise you. You are not welcome here. You don't want them to marry since you are a wicked and terrible person, but Daddy is going to marry Mommy Alia.

You're envious of her because you are so ugly and she's more attractive than you. I will ask the goddess to punish and send you to hell if you refuse to allow my daddy to be happy."

I feel like I've been punched in the body, so I stagger back. She would wish for me to burn in hell not just because she despises me so much, but also because Trevor intends to mate with Alia.

How the fuck is this happening to me? How could I have changed from being her mother to the antagonist in their story?

"You don't know what you're saying, Cara," I exclaim, "I'm your mother." I'm unable to control my tears.

"You are not my mother anymore. She proclaimed angrily, "Mommy Alia is the only mother I have." Then she ran to Alia and left me standing there, embarrassed.

Alia encircles her with her arms, glaring at me while she comforts her in hushed tones. Like I was the other lady and she was her real mother. The one who'd ruined their joyous day.

I was shocked to see that Cara had just denied me in front of everyone. How could she say such things to me? And how could Trevor let her? How could they have preferred Alia to me?

My heart was breaking into smaller and smaller bits. Trevor was there before I could even get up off the floor with my self-respect. With a terrible grip, he took hold of my arm and pulled me away.

"Please don't do this Trevor," I begged as we were almost at the door.

"Stop talking, you stupid asshole!" he yells. He is utterly enraged and outraged. His eyes go from being black to red.

I became silent in disbelief that he would refer to me as an asshole. As if I were just a bothersome hoe who was attempting to ruin his beautiful family.

Not only did I get kicked out of my own daughter's birthday party, but I was also humiliated and insulted by both of them.

It hurts like hell.

His hands slide off my arm and encircle my neck. He chokes the hell out of me. He squeezes my neck tightly. His claws pierced my neck deeply. The blood is running down my neck, I can feel it. My shirt was literally soaked with blood.

"I don't ever want to fucking see you around me or my daughter, ever again. Don't go close to her, don't fucking touch her, don't even look at her and share the same fucking air as her." then he threatened "If I get you bothering her with your disgusting presence, I'll fucking end you, Adrianna." His voice was gruff.

I murmur, tears streaming down my cheeks, "She's my daughter, Trevor. How do you expect me to do that?"

When he answered, his tone was stern and frigid. "Are you deaf or something? Or you're just too dumb to realize that you mean nothing to both of us."

He closes the door behind me after throwing me out without saying anything more. I drop to my hands and knees, trying to break my fall. I'm not even aware that I've injured them and they were bruised. Even after my neck healed, it was still bleeding.

In any case, what was the point? They no longer desire us or me. Maggie, who was irreparably broken, faded into the background of my mind.

A cute little voice says, "Hello," waking me from my reverie.

Next to my car is a boy who looks to be around nine years old. His eyes are brown, his hair golden. A very cute little boy who seems quite familiar.

"According to my father, beautiful girls shouldn't cry. And you're the most gorgeous woman I've ever seen," he says to me in a kind yet firm manner.

The fact that this boy finds me attractive but my own daughter does not, struck a chord within me.

Despite the pain, I bend down to his level.

"Thanks a bunch, cutie, I'm grateful. What is your name?" Trying not to cry, I ask with a tearful smile.

When he smiles at me, his face lights up so brightly.

"My name is Wade. I know you're Cara's mother. Also, I mean no disrespect when I say that I no longer really like Cara. I was enraged by the way she mistreated you. In addition, I detest my mother and Cara's father for their cruel treatment of you." With a trace of rage, he states, "They are the ones who deserve to be punished." He clenched his fists together.

When he's done talking, it dawns on me. This little boy was trying to console me; he was Alia's child.

I realize too that I could poison his mind to get at his mother. Say all I can to make him despise her, but I don't. I can't do that. Never would I wish this suffering upon any mother.

"I know, darling, but in the end, she's still your mother." Calmly and gently, I say, "You should love and respect her."

Before he speaks, he gives me a long, serious stare. "All right, but know that you're the best and that even though they don't love you, I do."

Then he leaves, giving me a hug and a peck on the cheek. Wade and I seem to click for some reason, although I'm not sure what it is. There seems to be some connection between us and I have a feeling our paths are intertwined.

I climb into my car and head out of sight of my mate and daughter. I felt better than I had felt in months. And the son of my enemy was the reason for it all. There was at least a little smile on my face as my little conversation with Wade crossed my mind.

I get to my workplace and stroll through the nearly deserted hallways of my workplace. I had created my own fashion brand; Crystal designs from the start with my best friend, Cassandra. Crystal designs had been thriving. It had been in the top five lists of fashion brands. It was collapsing now.

Trevor had delivered on his threat to ruin me. Mags and gossip blogs had trampled my name into the muck. I was portrayed as the bad guy.

The nasty bitch who had gotten in the way of former love. The deceitful wife who failed to free the man who had lost interest in her. The bittersweet and depressed woman who would not let go.

I've received derogatory remarks. I've experienced cyberbullying. It has been said of me that I am worse than Satan himself. My once positive reputation in human society has been ruined. The vast majority of Lycans and humans no longer wish to be connected to me.

Investors have left us. We are losing personnel and seeing a sharp decline in profits. Wishing no more to work for a monster such as myself.

Alia was the angel, and I was the devil. Rather than the other way around, I was the one attempting to separate them. Although I detested everything that was going on, I felt powerless to stop it.

The same as the previous days. I cannot make out where my secretary has gone. It seems to me that she was also on the verge of leaving the company.

I enter my workplace and immediately stop. In my office stands a man I've only ever seen in magazines. He moves around the place as if he owns it. As though it were his own private playground.

Ares Davani is a man of great strength. In the world of Lycans and humans alike. He is known as the unofficial supreme Alpha. He was someone whose stories could give you nightmares, with a wolf that is only fit to be called a beast. He used to be Alia's roommate.

"Mr. Davani, how may I help you?" I query him after finding my voice.

He takes a while to respond. Just looks at me with those emerald green eyes with golden yellow depths, as though his Lycan side were always on edge. As though he could see the anguish that was destroying my insides.

He is quite tall, perhaps seven feet or more thick, ink black hair. Even if he's dressed in a suit. He's still fit beneath it, you can tell.

He exudes heat in every way. Regretfully, my heart won't ever feel complete again. It will never be able to beat for another. I had had enough of men.

"My son speaks of you all the time." His voice was deep and velvety, "I had to come and see what was so special about you."

I stood there, just staring at him. I had no idea what to say. “I want to know what you want with him. What are your intentions?"

He gets so close that I can feel his body heat. Magenta perks up for a bit before retreating to the back of my mind

“I have no reason to have I'll intentions towards your sin. He’s a good kid and he cheered me up when I was feeling down.” I murmur. I have to tip my head back just to be able to look at him.

"I will tear you to pieces if I discover that you are exploiting him as payback for his horrible mother." With a voice that is getting alarmingly low, he threatens, "that there won't be anything left of you to bury. So that better be all, Blondie."

The beast everyone talks about is right in front of me. Hiding just behind those mesmerizing emerald green eyes. I was not terrified, even though I should have been.

Something about him and his child pulled me in.

"I would never be able to do that. Even though I hate Alia, I would never hurt a defenseless child in retribution."

He looks at me with that peculiar expression all the time. As though trying to see deep within me. To discover every one of my secrets.

Giving one final warning, he leaves. He took his commanding presence with him. As soon as he leaves, the space feels vacant.

I resume my work. Attempting to concentrate even though I knew it would be futile.

Trevor stormed into my office many hours later. He was enraged beyond measure and exhaled fire.

"Haven't you done enough damage, Adrianna? Stay very far away from my parents, please. His voice is angry and full of contempt. "He yelled, "I won't let you stick your filthy claws into them. I have no idea what you've told them to despise Alia to such an extent."

I laugh. "I doubt that I can control them in any way. They despise her for what she did to you, Trevor. Can't you see? She's here to ruin you again and you're letting her."

He gives me a glance. His eyes were filled with hate. How come hate has replaced all love? I just don't fucking get it.

"Please sign the darn documents and give my family some space. It would do me a lot of good if you just died and ceased to exist."

I'm even more broken by his statements. I fear that we may never be able to get past this, leaving Magenta and me both damaged.

He's ready to walk away when I stop him.

I cry out, "Hold on," but it only sounds like a whimper. "Please be sincere with me. Have you ever truly loved me? Did you truly love me over our eight years together, or was it all just pretend?

Despite the fact I was completely terrified of the response, I wanted to know. I'm hoping that at some point, he did love me. That at least he'd given me some thought. that he had found satisfaction in me. I needed it, but his response could destroy me.

He lets out a sigh and responds. "I don't believe so. My heart was always Alia's, and it never really belonged to you. I want to be with the only woman I've ever loved, so let's simply end this charade of a mating and she can peacefully own what belongs to her. It was never yours to begin with. Eight years is a very long time.

He walks away without saying anything else. It felt like he was leaving my life as he walked out the door.

I drop to my knees. My heart is hurting and tightening. I feel as though my soul has been split in two. I was never loved by him. Not even once. He was basically using me. He used me.

This information hurts more than anything. "Maggi, stop it. I beg you, please, take away my suffering."

She responds in a similarly broken tone. "If only I could, my dear human."

I was lying on the floor for an unknown amount of time when I heard her. "Adri."

When I look up, Cassandra, my best friend, is waiting at the entrance. She kneels next to me in a matter of seconds.

"Oh Adri, what has happened to you?"

And it only takes that for me to give up. I launch myself towards her. At last, a loud cry escapes me from the depths of my tormented spirit, and I finally shatter. I released the wrath, hurt, rage, and fury I had been holding inside.

The river bursts, releasing the tears I've been keeping in. I weep bitterly to the moon goddess. Sob over the dreadful treatment I've received. I am in excruciating anguish because of her. At the fractures I was certain could never be repaired in my wounded heart.

I feel empty by the time I'm through. Like there's a void where my soul was once.

I whimpered, the struggle utterly gone from me. "I apologize Maggie, but this is the only thing I can think of."

"I know." Whimpering, she withdraws to the recesses of our consciousness, uttering the words, "Do whatever it takes to preserve what's left of us."

I turn to look at Cassandra and croak out the words that stab me deep. "I'm tired and I'm done."

She merely nods without speaking. She wraps her arms around me, holding me close while she sheds tears.

*******

A few days later

I look in the mirror at myself and I'm amazed at the woman I see. She seemed worn out and dejected. She had pale skin, sparse hair, and dark circles under her eyes. The clothes she wore made her appear as though she was thrown inside, and she has lost weight. She appears to be a pale reflection of herself.

I shut my eyes. I'm hoping they will be clear when I open them up again, but that doesn't happen. The agony persists. Flowing still in their depths. lurking around the edges.

After inhaling deeply, I exit the restroom. I stand in what I have been referring to as my room. Funny how things can shift so drastically in a matter of months. How drastically things may turn bad in your life.

I look it over to make sure I haven't forgotten anything significant. I have everything I own packed. The remaining items Trevor provided me were either given out or burned. I've taken everything. Leaving no trace that I ever resided here.

"Magenta, are you prepared?" I gently ask my wolf.

"Yes." She answers, scarcely raising her voice above a whisper, "As prepared as I can possibly be."

She feels hurt and is becoming more and more withdrawn every day. I had to keep her from fading. I can't handle anything without her

I head directly to the airport when I leave. Everything is in order. I had signed the papers of divorce already. Additionally, I had custody papers drafted by my lawyer. giving Trevor complete custody of Cara.

Making the decision had shattered us. But we were certain that Cara would never voluntarily decide to live with us. She would only grow to detest us if we forced her.

I was clueless as to our destination. All we had to do was get away from it all. where our losses aren't continually brought to mind.

Where we stood aside, uninvited, we were unable to watch Trevor and Cara happy. Every day felt like we were getting closer to death, so we had to leave.

We had the impression that we were getting closer to being engulfed by the surrounding darkness every day.

"Maggie?" I called to her. She was essential to this next phase.

"Love, I'm here. "Go for it, let go," she prods me. granting me the necessary strength.

"I, Adrianna Wilson, sever my connection with White Moon Pack and Alpha Trevor Esteban. I hereby proclaim myself to be a lone wolf without a pack.

I can feel the pack link in my head starting to fade as soon as I finish those sentences. The constant buzzing in the back of my mind had stopped.

My cheek is wet with tears. As the pack connection disappears entirely.

I acknowledge that I have just cut off all communication with Trevor and my daughter, Cara.

I was really alone now. Magenta and I only had each other.