Chapter 2 After The Nightmare

Nyla's POV:

At last, after what seemed like an eternity, I woke up from my slumber.

The agony coursing through my entire being and the bodily fluids seeping from between my legs served as a brutal reminder that my recent ordeal had been all too real, yet I couldn't help but wish it had merely been a haunting nightmare.

Killian lay beside me, still asleep.

A blankness washed over my mind, leaving me in a state of disarray, hopelessness, and sorrow.

As I gazed upon his countenance, the very same visage that drew the attention of countless females within the pack, I was overcome with a sense of revulsion and terror.

For what reason did this befall me?

I couldn't stifle my cries any longer, but just then, a loud commotion erupted outside the door.

In the very next moment, the door was violently flung open.

With forceful determination, a group of individuals burst into the room, led by none other than Robbin Cohen, the reigning Alpha of the Black Moon Pack.

Filled with fear, I hastily retrieved the shattered remnants of my clothing from the floor, desperately attempting to conceal the evidence on my body.

The noise stirred Killian from his sleep, his brows furrowing as he sat up slowly.

Shrinking into a corner, I pulled my knees to my chest and bowed my head. Shaking with fear, I bit my lip, determined not to utter a sound.

Robbin's roar reached my ears. "Bastard! What the hell are you doing here? How dare you disappear from the banquet and fool around with a maid? You're bringing shame upon the Black Moon Pack!"

I made a feeble attempt to curl up into myself, hoping to diminish my presence as much as possible, but it was all in vain. In the next instant, I stumbled forward as someone yanked me violently by the arm.

I was met with a sharp slap across my face, the impact resounding with a loud crack as my right cheek immediately swelled.

"You wretched bitch!" Alyssa Ortiz's furious voice was like a knife, piercing my eardrums. "You are utterly repulsive!"

My ears were ringing, but I dared not even attempt to resist. My heart was consumed with a sense of hopelessness.

After all, Alyssa, the daughter of the Beta in the Black Moon Pack, considered herself to be Killian's rightful mate. I was well aware of how dangerous a jealous woman could be. She would undoubtedly stop at nothing to see me dead.

"Enough! Cease this quarreling and leave at once!" Killian shouted impatiently.

The entire Black Moon Pack knew of his immense power, and not a single werewolf dared to defy him. Alyssa, albeit reluctantly, departed.

"Killian, as your father and leader of this pack, I am gravely disappointed in you. It appears that I must reassess my choice of who should be the next Alpha."

Robbin departed after issuing a warning to Killian.

Soon, the room was empty, and only Killian and I remained. I clutched my body and recoiled to the side, keeping my head lowered and refusing to utter a word. In my eyes, Killian was far more fearsome than anyone else I had ever known.

Without warning, Killian abruptly spun around and fixed me with a ferocious glare, as though he intended to rend me apart.

I could not help but tremble more violently, my legs growing weak as I involuntarily backed away.

Step by step, Killian drew closer to me, and I caught sight of the wolf inside him. His wolf was as formidable as he was.

Through clenched teeth, he snarled in a voice laced with malice, "Did you set me up? Are you trying to get yourself killed?"

I shook my head frantically and said in a choked voice, "N-no, I didn't! I swear, I didn't!"

I was too scared to move. As soon as he grabbed me by the neck, I closed my eyes and waited for death.

Would I be the first she-wolf to be ripped apart by her own mate?

Surprisingly, instead of attacking me with his sharp claws, Killian simply pulled me forward.

He was so strong that I couldn't resist, and I stumbled along behind him. The next moment, he flung me out of the room as if I were nothing more than a piece of garbage.

I stumbled and fell to the floor, feeling dizzy and disoriented. I could hear his voice roaring behind me, "Get out! Don't ever show yourself in front of me again for the rest of your life!"

My hands and feet ached, making it difficult for me to stand up. I struggled to get up, bit by bit, feeling awkward and unsteady. I had to return to my room and put on some clothes.

As I tried to make my way back to my room, some servants gathered around me and began to mock me.

"Look at that whore! She managed to seduce Mr. Killian Cohen!"

"She is just a cheap slut!"

A few male servants gave me lecherous looks.

Despite witnessing the servants mocking and leering at me, Killian mercilessly closed the door and left me to face their cruel remarks alone.

I collapsed on the floor, feeling utterly helpless and hopeless. Why did all this have to happen to me? Didn't he realize that I was meant to be his mate?