Chapter 3 Mom

Laura's POV

I turned to face him but he ignored me and went to meet Sarah. Concern was evidently written on his face as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"Are you alright? What about my pup?"

She smiled brightly as though she were innocent. "She's at my stepmother's place."

He turned to face me now. "How dare you bring your father into this place?" He growled.

I refused to buckle. "What proof do you have to say that? But them again, since Sarah is saying it, you have no choice but to believe her over your wife and Luna!"

I hadn't intended to sound as harsh as that, but since it came out that way, then, so be it. Julian looked taken aback and for some split second, I thought I had finally ruffled him. That was expected because throughout the three years of our marriage, I had never talked back to him.

However, he was a pro. A dangerous smile tugged at the corners of his lips. "Are you craving my attention so much that you have to beg a doctor to sleep with you!"

I frowned as his words drove a dagger through my heart. Was he out of his mind? How could he think so lowly of me?

"How could you---"

"No!" Sarah cut me off as she placed her hand on Julian's shoulders.

"It's all my fault. I merely told her to work on her relationship with you so she could give you a child but she took it the wrong way and tried to hurt me. The director saw her and threatened to report to you. That was why she was kneeling to beg him. I'm really sorry."

Anyone would have seen through Sarah's stupid lie, but not Julian. He was fuming with anger as he glared at me detestably.

"How dare you try to hurt the mother of my child, Laura?"

He turned to Sarah again and cradled her face in his hands. "Are you sure you're okay. Did she touch you?"

The ache in my heart intensified as watched the duo being all lovey-dovey. I used the opportunity to sneak away. The festival or not, I was definitely not spending a minute in Julian's house today.

I knew not where I would go but I had to leave without wasting time. Now, that he knew I had hidden my father in his back he would definitely want me to punish me for that. I had to escape and the. Find a way to get dad out of the hospital

Swallowing back my heartbreak, I walked into the pack's palace where I lived with Julian. Once in my bedroom, I hurriedly gathered my clothes and dumped them into my tiny suitcase.

As I approached the gate, I took one last look at the villa I had in the called home. With that, I left the palace without a single backward glance.

My eyes filled with unshed tears as I dragged my suitcase along the road. Different thoughts competed for attention in my brain as I thought long and hard about who could help me.

Then she came to mind.

Mom!

My heart made a wild leap as her face flashed in my mind. I felt a ball of dread drop in the pit of her stomach at the thought of asking her for help.

I was too engrossed in my throat as I crossed the road and I didn't see the car coming until it was too late.

A shrill cry tore out of me as the blinding headlight jabbed harshly at my eyes. All my thoughts were I was going to be crushed flat to the tarred road but at that split second, I felt a strong pair of painfully familiar arms wrap firmly around my waist.

Everything happened in a flash, and the next minute, I was sitting on the pavement by the side of the road, with just a small cut on my knee.

I glanced up to see Julian towering over me. He still looked as handsome as ever. Handsome enough to make my breath hitch in my throat. But it was all useless now.

He didn't love me and he never will.

But why did that do nothing to ease the way my body was feeling so hot and tingling with anticipation? My wolf was jumping wildly in my head, making it painful for me to concentrate.

Yeah, he'd always had that effect on me.

"Damn it, Laura! You've got to fucking concentrate!" I chided myself inwardly.

I rose with much effort and the moment my eyes locked with Julian's, I forgot how to breathe. I muttered something incoherent as a thank you and immediately turned to leave, but he grabbed my arm and spun me around to face him.

Panic rose to my throat. "What are you doing?" I questioned angrily.

"That's nit the normal way you should thank the person who saved your life." He said as he pulled me flush against his chest.

What exactly was he trying to do? Has he not had enough toying around with my feelings?

I felt a sudden outburst of anger as I threw my fist at his chest but it felt like hitting a rock with a feather. A dangerous smile played around his lips as he touched his hand to my face.

"Where do you think you're going, Luna? In case you've forgotten, you are still my wife and I'm never letting you go until the Goddess of Blood festival."

My skin tingled where his breath fell on and I wanted desperately, more than anything to leave his disturbing presence. How could he still have this effect on me after everything he'd done to me?

It had to be the matebond. I assured myself.

I didn't feel anything for him. It was just my wolf still feeling attached to her mate.

"I have no reason to stay!" I said flatly.

I could see a slight shade of red flash across his eyes. "Now, will you explain why your father is in the pack?" He gritted out.

Fuck! He had already found out. Or maybe he knew all along and had only been pretending. I came to a sudden realization.

He had allowed me to escape from the hospital on purpose. This was all a game to him. He was having fun.

I wriggled out of his arms. "You arrogant, selfish, insulting son of a bitch!"

I was vibrating with temper, my fists clenched and my eyes blazing hot. But at that moment, I felt a sharp needle-like pain stab at my head and shoot to my stomach. My stomach contracted as I felt my bones snap against my flesh.

I staggered backwards from the impact, feeling lightheaded. My vision had turned blurry and I felt air snap out of my lungs. I almost toppled backwards but Julian's arms wrapped around my waist possessively.

"You see why you shouldn't make hasty decisions. You're still too weak! How could you be so careless with your health?"

The concern in his voice made me flinch. I jerked his hands off my waist and spun around to face him.

"Whether I'm sick or not has nothing to do with you. I don't need your damn help!"

A frown framed his handsome features.  "Are you sick?"

I knew I had almost made a fatal mistake there.

"I'm not! Don't worry, this has nothing to do with you. Our divorce will proceed as said but I'm never spending a day at that Palace!"

Without waiting for his reaction, I crossed the road and flagged down a cab.