A Deal With The Lycan King

Adrianna's POV

I was already in bed when I heard Trevor drive in. I wasn't asleep so I stood up and walked to the window. I watched him open the car door and step out.

I walk out of the room to go to him. Not that he wanted to see me, I knew I was the last person he wanted to see.

The moment I get to the living room, his scent hits me and I almost inhale deeply when I smell something else. And the constant pain in my heart increased immensely. He hadn't been home all these while because he was with her.

For the past few months, I have been getting nothing but pain and heartbreak. My once-happy family had turned into a nightmare for me. That he came home today was even surprising. He hardly ever returned home, and whenever he was home, he'd act as though I wasn't even there or lash out at me and get angry at things that didn't even matter.

He was about to walk past me when I held his arm and asked, "Where have you been all these while, Trevor?"

"Who the fuck gave you the right to ask me that question?" He replied.

How could he ask me that question? "I have every right to ask you, Trevor. I'm your wife and mate." I said sadly.

He chuckled, "Wife."

Then he walked to the drawer by the side of the couch. He opened it and began to search for something. He was surfing through some paperwork. He tilted his head to see the contents of the paper, and I saw a hickey on his neck. Another pain shot through my body.

He finally brought out some paperwork and tossed them at me.

"What are these?" I ask, my gaze catching his blue eyes in suspicion.

"Those are divorce papers; sign them. It was quite easy to get the Lycan council to agree and approve our divorce because I never marked you," he scowled, seemingly annoyed that I was bothering him.

He had a hard expression on his face, his eyes cold, much as the last time we saw each other. It was difficult to think that only a few months ago, he was the same man who lavished me with love and attention. Was it all merely acting? Was he pretending to be someone else as he waited for Alia to return?

Who would have guessed that his failure to mark me would be used against me someday? The only topic we ever disagreed on was marking. He had consistently put it off and made up justifications for it. It should have been a warning sign when he refused to mark me. However, I persisted in finding justifications for him, believing he would do it whenever he was ready.

I gave him a startled look. I never would have imagined that he would go to such an extent. It has been eight long years since we have been together. In just a few months after she returned to our lives, he sought to ruin everything we had worked so hard to create.

I said painfully, "This can't be real, Trevor," in a hushed tone. I wouldn't let my tears fall even though they were on the verge of doing so. I've shed enough tears in the last few months. Did he not notice the anguish in my eyes? Did he really care less about how much he was hurting me?

As soon as she left him, I stood beside him. She had wrecked him, and I had rebuilt him. I supported him the entire time. So how could he just toss away everything we have for that slutty cheater?

"It is, now sign the fucking papers," he angrily exclaimed, nearly shattering the table with his fist.

His expression was twisted with rage. I flinched in fear, and because he was near, I bumped into his body. I swear I could smell her scent all over him. The smudge from lipstick was visible on his neck. He had been with her all this while. My heart shattered again and again.

He openly cheats on me with the very same woman who broke him eight years ago, shamelessly disobeying the vows he made to me.

It was heartbreaking, the sorrow ripping through my heart when I thought of them together. I couldn't get the picture out of my head of him making love to her and touching her the way he used to touch me. Rather, it shredded my already broken heart.

I turn to face him and give him a stubborn expression. "I'm not signing these papers!"

"I'm sorry, what?"

Anger rolls from him, and his eyes darken dangerously. My heart began to beat rapidly. I trembled slightly. I almost took back what I said, but ultimately, I chose to stick with it. I couldn't let him ruin everything we've done. I had the strength to defend our family.

"I said I would not sign them!" I glare back at him while hissing.

Even if my heart was hurting, I wouldn't give up on him. I won't abandon my home. I couldn't let Alia come back and destroy everything I had worked so hard to create. I'm not going to let that bastard win.

He growled, "Oh you're so going to sign them, Adrianna. You will or you have absolutely no idea what I'm going to do to you."

"What else are you going to do, Trevor? What more do you want to do than what you have already done?" I gazed at his attractive features, hoping he would recall our love. To see past her lies and deceit. To witness the harm he was doing to me. Nevertheless, he didn't, and I was worried that maybe it was already too late.

'That's where you're mistaken, honey. You have no idea how much more harm I am capable of causing." He grinned menacingly, and I had to force myself not to shiver at his callousness.

He pivoted and stormed out of the kitchen. I leaned against the table as I heard him ascending the stairs a short while later. I let my tears fall freely. I couldn't hold it in any longer. The pain was unbearable.

What mistake did I make? Was it my actions that infuriated the moon goddess, and now she was punishing me? I just wasn't able to comprehend.

A few months ago, I was content. Happy with my life. I was surrounded by wonderful friends and family, and my business was doing well. I even made plans to become pregnant. But everything collapsed in the blink of an eye.

Like a furious typhoon, Alia returned to our lives and left nothing but devastation in her wake. She went to his workplace first. I approached him after learning about it, and he told me there was nothing wrong. That they were just friends and trying to make things less awkward between them. That since she was firmly in the past, I shouldn't be concerned.

I ought to have been concerned. Because here we are, several months later, and he is requesting a separation. My worst nightmare had materialized. I had no idea how to face the fact that he was leaving me for her.

I angrily brushed away the tears, chiding myself for being so frail. I will lose all I've held dear to my heart if I give in to weakness.

I staggered towards my room. I had been thrown out of our bedroom by Trevor when he started seeing Alia. I tried to sleep once I was there, but I couldn't. My thoughts won't go away. It won't allow me to find serenity within its shadowy depths.

My daughter would have been asleep by now because it was almost nine o'clock. I tiptoe out of my room and into her room via the stairs. I slip into her bed silently, knowing her bedroom like the back of my hand.

I take a seat on Cara's tiny bed and touch her silky hair. I breathe in her scent, and I feel slightly at ease. I didn't notice she wasn't asleep since I was too lost. Suddenly, her bedroom lamps come on, and she screams when she realizes it's me.

"Go away from my room! "Leave," she cried out. She screams, "Daddy!" as loudly as she can as though I'm trying to kill her.

*****

Hello guys, welcome to this new book. Hope you enjoy it. Sorry for any grammatical errors, this book is being proofread.

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."