Chapter 4 4

Her life had crashed and fallen in ruins. Damian had given the restaurant to Veronica not just because he valued her more than Noemie; it was a means to trap her with him-in hell.

All the money she had been saving in the safe in her office had been taken away. Everything she had was gone.

She had no other home, nowhere to go, which was the reason why Damian treated her this way-because he knew she had nowhere to go. Being an orphan and a slave, she had no family and no friends to confide in.

All she could do was stomach everything her husband and Veronica did to her and watch Veronica slowly take her position in the pack.

"Scrub it harder, you're not an old hag!" Veronica snapped as Noemie scrubbed her foot while she sat comfortably on the chair as though she owned the world.

Noemie was on her knees, Veronica's foot on her lap as she scrubbed harder. She was tired, and the fatigue from the pregnancy was getting to her.

It wasn't like there weren't other maids to do the job-Veronica just saw this as another way to torment her. Worse was that the servants in the castle watched as she did this degrading work, and Noemie just knew they had lost all respect they had for her.

Her hands were sore from how long she had been scrubbing her foot. Right now, she couldn't even cry- all she could do was endure. Endure the torment until it eventually took her life.

The brush slipped from her hand, and what she hadn't expected was how Veronica immediately kicked her in the face, as if she was still the servant girl in her father's pack.

"Who told you to stop?" Veronica slammed.

Noemie's eye spun as blood fell from her nose to stain the white floor.

She clenched her fists and picked the hard brush from the floor. Veronica smirked at her, as if daring her, as if telling her that there was nothing she could do.

Noemie lost all control and threw the brush at her, hitting her hard on the forehead. Blood rushed out of the wound that had been inflicted.

As good as her retaliation felt, it resulted in her being locked up in her room without food and water for 24 hours.

Noemie could no longer resist their torment. She helplessly attended to each and every one of Veronica's wishes, regardless of how petty they were.

After a long, hectic day, she slumped on her bed, ready to go to sleep when she suddenly heard loud knocks on her door.

She opened up to see a maid standing there. "Luna Veronica wants you to prepare the king's dinner."

Noemie's eyes narrowed. The maids were more than capable of doing the job-this was just one of Veronica's many tactics to torment her life.

Noemie just nodded and went to the kitchen to do the job-a Luna of Shadowfang in the kitchen, taking the position of a maid.

Her eyes were droopy. She was tired and exhausted, not to mention the pregnancy hormones were doing their work.

She, however, prepared his favorite dish: chicken soup. And it tasted good-she was a great cook after all. She at least hoped that they would let her be after this.

She left the kitchen and went back to bed, and Noemie wasn't sure about the hours that had spared her to rest her head before another loud knocking disrupted her sleep-louder and harsher than the last.

Noemie sighed in annoyance. She opened the door, and shock matted her face in seeing Damian's guards standing right outside the door.

Before she could process things, they grabbed her and dragged her out of the room. Then Damian came to stand in front of her and landed a painful slap on her face.

"You think you can poison me and go unpunished!?" he roared.

Noemie's heart leaped, her eyes widened in shock. Poison?

Her face turned pale instantly at the accusation laid on her head. "I never poisoned you," she cried.

"You liar! You poisoned the food you made for me. You want me dead, don't you?"

Noemie couldn't believe the words that were being uttered. She never added any poison to the meal-but who was going to believe her now?

"If it weren't for the healer that had stayed in the castle, I would've been dead. Throw her in the dungeon," he ordered.

Just like that, Noemie was thrown into the cold dungeon. The pungent smell of dead bodies had her vomiting instantly. Cold bit through her skin.

She sat on the bare floor and leaned her back on the cold wall. Causing harm to the Alpha was treason that called for death. Whoever had poisoned the food she had prepared wanted her dead, and the only person she could possibly think of was Veronica.

This was her ploy all along-to have her executed. Even if she explained from now till her saliva ran dry, no one would believe her. She felt extremely helpless against the injustice being done to her.

She was lost in her own thoughts. Would Damian really kill her? That way he could have Veronica as his one and only Luna.

She managed to shut her eyes for a short time before she suddenly heard noises in the dungeon.

"What's your plan now? To have her executed?" Noemie recognized the voice immediately-it was Damian's beta, Luke.

"I badly wanted to," his voice came out raspy, and Noemie froze in fear. "I see no use in staining my hands with her blood."

Noemie breathed a sigh of relief, and then she saw him approaching her cell, an enigmatic smile on his face.

"Thank your lucky stars that today is a special feast of thanks to the moon goddess." His eyes raked her body, basking in her miserable appearance. "You would have been hung since sunset."

Noemie simply stared at him. She couldn't believe this was the same man she had gotten married to two years ago.

"You're banished from this pack. I don't want to see you even an inch near the borders."

Noemie chuckled bitterly. Despite how weak she was, she pushed herself up, looking him right in the eyes. "So this is it? After using me, you're discarding me?"

Damian scoffed mockingly. "You were never of use to me, Noemie, nor were you of any use to the pack."

Her chest tightened at how quickly he had dismissed all the good she had done for the pack. But he wasn't done yet:

"I, Alpha Damian, reject you as my mate. I had only gotten married to you to have an heir and ascend the position as Alpha. You must have been foolish to think I was in love with a barren woman like yourself."

Noemie's heart twisted. He had never loved her but saw her as an added advantage in his ploy. "You'll certainly regret this, Damian."

He let out a roar of laughter, labeling her words as absurd. "The only thing I know I'll regret is taking so long to throw you out of my pack."

Noemie said no more. She just stared at him like he had lost his mind-he had, in fact. No words were needed anymore. Damian would regret every single thing he had done to her. She would make sure of that.