Alpha's Substitute Bride: My Sister’s Devious Trap

DIANE'S POINT OF VIEW

My phone vibrated, and Noah was suddenly up. He walked over to the phone and picked it up.

“Who's James and why is he asking if you're okay?” Noah asked in a low growl. “Cheating on me with one man wasn't enough, you had to do it twice?”

I heard myself whimpering.

“Answer me!” He bellowed, tossing my phone to wall behind me. It shattered on impact.

“I swear, I am not her. This was—”

I couldn't finish the sentence as he crossed the room in blinding speed and gripped my already hurting jaw. “One more lie out of you, and it would be the very last thing you say. Try me.”

Then, he went back to the table and ruffled through my bag. An eyeliner, lip gloss. An empty pendant, a bottle of water, a brush and small shaped box. This one caught his attention and so, he abandoned whatever he had been searching for and open the box.

Inside it was a heirloom— A Jade necklace. I had prepared it for Michelle. I planned to present it to her after they said their vows. After the goddess blessed their union.

“Who got you this?” Noah asked.

I swallowed. “I got it myself.”

“Didn't I warn you about lying to me?”

“I am not lying. I swear I got it myself.” I couldn't tell him that I had taken it out of James’s family heirloom collection. Being a descendant of some of the most powerful and most influential alphas in history, he inherited a basement full of previous, priceless item.

I had picked this one because, I knew Michelle would love it.

Noah regarded me with a smirk. I started moving away from him. He smashed the whole thing on the floor, it's shards scattering about.

But then, he painstakingly gathered the ones he could find in one spot and then, he crossed the room in one step.

“Wait. Please, please. I—” I felt the shards dig into my skin. My scream must have pierced through the night. I couldn't take it, anymore. I didn't want them to see me break. To see me cry.

Where is James? Why isn't he here, yet?

“There's a mark,” I managed to squeeze out. “The side of my neck. He gave it to me. Michelle doesn't have that, does she?” I cried, now. Then, I raised a weak hand to my hair and parted it reveal a Luna’s mark.

“I gave you that mark by myself, not even five weeks ago.” He paused, cocking his head to the side. “More lies!"

“I am not—”

“You clearly are, Michelle."

The otherwise quiet crowd began to murmur, again. It took a moment for the weight of his accusations to get to me. It was not only unheard of, but it was so sacrilegious that the only punishment—

“Noah. Why are you toying with her?” The tallest of his men said. His obsidian skin was otherwise gorgeous but the hate in his eyes made me lower my gaze.

“Cameron, not now.”

But, Cameron shook his head at Noah's back. “She did not only defile your bed, she went as far as trying to undo your claim. She deserves to be—-”

Noah growled, low and true. “I said not now.” Cameron bristled, but didn't back down. He walked right up to Noah's side and joined him to look down on me.

“I'll do it, if you won't.”

My eyes widened. The worse punishment for this sort of crime was a complete wolf process. The accused would be stripped of their werewolf side. The whole process would leave them in a vegetative state. I wondered how many seemingly lunatic on the streets or in a ward were given this punishment.

With every ounce of strength I had in me, I straightened my back and raised my head. “Trust that my mate would see to it that you are destroyed for what you did to me, today. He will break you, cowards.”

I spat on Noah's shoes. Everyone gave me a puzzled look.

“You will beg for mercy later. I assure you.”