Chapter 13 Emily's POV

Emily's POV I was so ashamed of myself and my eyes were teary. "You hooligan!" "Don't you like hooligans?" Owen asked. "But why… are you crying?" Owen let go of his hand and held me in his arms gently. "Fine, I'll stop, so you'll stop crying." Owen's gentle coaxing was making me cry even louder. What a despicable man! I bit him hard on the shoulder, but he didn't push me away. Instead, he tightened his grip. I continued to bite him with all of my remaining strength. It wasn't until the smell of blood spread across my mouth that I let go of him. I heard Owen's gentle voice above my head say, "Are you done venting?" I turned my back and didn't want to talk to him. "Now, can you tell me what happened?" Owen added. "You should know what happened," I said furiously. "I didn't do anything," Owen replied. That made me even more upset. I said, "And you didn't realize I've become your mistress? You're a bad man." Getting angrier by the minute, I went on, "Don't you know I really hate people who cheat? You're a big liar. Without me even knowing about it, you turned me into someone I hate the most." "And your wife's pregnant. You've gone too far cheating on someone while they're pregnant. Do you know how hard is it for a woman to get pregnant? Or how hard is it to give birth? And yet you did it, anyway. Jerk!" "Since I found out about everything, let's go our separate ways. You can always find someone else. Anyway, don't come for me ever again. I can't accept your love anymore." I was too upset at this point to continue, so I stopped talking. After a few seconds of silence, I heard his voice. "Are you done?" I was busy calming myself down to respond. He continued, "If you are, it's my turn to explain myself." "I don't have a wife. The lady you saw was my sister, Camilla. She's getting married." I didn't believe him. "Your sister's getting married? There's no news of it anywhere." Although I didn't know who Camilla was, she was still a part of the Alpha's family. Any rumors of her getting married would spread like wildfire across the pack. However, I didn't hear about it at all. Owen chuckled. "Seems like you're smarter than I thought. You know the Alpha's family would announce any marriages to the pack. If you didn't hear any news of her marriage, what about mine?" "Well…" I trailed off. Indeed, I hadn't found any announcements about Owen's marriage. Owen kept me deep within his embrace, with my back leaned against his chest. His lips were inches away from my left ear. "My sister and her mate are very in love. But her mate was killed in battle. She was very heartbroken and wished she was dead with him. But for the sake of her child, she chose to continue living." "Before her fiancé left, he said that they would get married when he returned. But he couldn't and she still had to marry him. Our family didn't tell anyone about this and we were going to hold just a small wedding." "On that day, I accompanied my sister to try on some wedding dresses. I told you again I don't have a wife. Shouldn't I be upset for helping you cheat on your husband?" Owen let out a smirk. "That's not the same thing," I said with a guilty conscience. For some reason, I felt much better now. Owen lowered his voice. "So the reason you're so excited right now is because you've mistaken me for having a wife. Are you jealous?" He added mischievously, "Do you care about me?" I immediately said in denial, "I don't care about you. I just thought I was lied to." I went on, "I'm telling the truth. If you really have a pregnant wife, you would've really gone too far. This is what I care about and definitely not because I care about…" Nina said through the mind link, "Don't bother explaining yourself any more than that. It's making you feel more guilty." I immediately shut my mouth. When I looked up, I saw Owen staring at me with an amused gaze. I couldn't help but explain in a whisper, "I absolutely don't feel guilty about this." Owen burst into laughter. "Sure. I believe you. "I'm serious, I… oh…" Before I could finish, my lips were blocked by his. I hooked an arm around his neck and pressed my body tightly against his, taking in the warmth of his body. This was fueling the desire in my body again, and we were becoming increasingly frisky. He thought that our clothes were in the way, so like any rude and overbearing man would do, he tore off my pajamas in an instant...