CHAPTER 2

DIANA’S POV It was better that he did not know how much it hurts me to see him like this, unreasonable but even in that, I understood how he must have felt. However, what is the point of going back to three years ago? I knocked on the door of his room lightly. It has been three days now that I have started working as his maid and he has made a habit of bringing home different girls. I have a feeling he does it to spite me, but really what else could I do but to go with the flow of things. I had done what I thought was best at that time but now, my past has come to haunt me. “Get out of the way, you fat and ugly thing.” Lily, one of his regulars said as she bumped into me by the door. She was in his clothes. “I’m sorry.” I simply said. “That is what I hate about these useless maids, they are just too plain boring, if you are sorry, don’t do it again. Never get in my way.” My eyes found Alex’s on the bed and he just laid there watching the scene unfold before him. I headed out if the room to get some clean water. “I hear she was their pack’s Luna.” I heard the whispers of some of the ladies who had come with him. I wanted to ignore it, but it was hard, yet I did not do anything about it. “No wonder he is humiliating her like this. This is like a fall from grace. Imagine a Luna now being a maid.” Another one said, and they laughed. As I carried the water past them, one of them kicked me on the side and all the water came pouring down. I also fell face down in the mud. Their laughter filled my ears but it was even worse for me because I had no plans to retaliate. I did not want to get into trouble for so many reasons. I got up slowly and began to go back to get another water while their laughter and mockery filled my ears. I wouldn’t tolerate this on a normal day but do I have a choice? No, I did not and it makes me so angry that I have been reduced to this. I returned to Alex’s room. It was empty and I felt a little happy because I could avoid him while I work. They have taken over everything here and I heard them talking about moving us all out of here as slaves. I wonder how Ryan was doing though? Not out of my goodwill nor anything, but a wife should care about her husband, isn’t it? “You miss me, don’t you?” My heart skipped a beat at the sound of his voice but I managed to maintain my composure and turn around slowly. He had a towel wrapped around his waist, he must have just had his bath. “I can leave the room if you have to get dressed.” He smiled as he began to come closer to me. I took in a deep breath as I held tightly onto the stick of the mopping stick in my hands. I feel like I would break the stick from just my ordinary grip. He stopped on front of me. “Tell me you missed me, you missed us?” “And if I didn’t?” “I would know you are lying but what are you keeping from me?” “I don’t want to fight, Alex.” “Just like that time I saw you with him, huh? You did not want to fight but you wanted to say stuffs about me. You called me weak, why did you say that?” If only he saw himself now, he was no weak Alpha. Deep down, I am proud of him but again, who am I to say that? “Did you ever regret leaving me for him? Leaving everything behind?” His eyes narrowed. Perhaps because of the way I did not reply but I needed him to believe that. I turned around again in the silence. I could not look at him because if I did, I would cry, and there was no room for that. I have no answer for his question. I continued to work and suddenly I heard fast movements and he grabbed me from the rear, his face buried deep in my neck from behind and I stood still. “What are you doing?” “I miss this, I miss us.” I shrugged him away but he wouldn’t budge. “Let me go. I don’t want anyone to misunderstand.” “Why? Because of Ryan? Tell me you are not still thinking of him while I am holding you?” “Please, let me go, Alex.” “And if I don’t?” He kissed the curve of my neck without a warning and I began to squirm in his arms as his hands began to roam my body forcefully. “You should not do this.” I pushed him away and this time succeeded and he looked at me angrily. Obviously he had a lot to say. “Do you do this because of him? Is that how it is, huh? You wouldn’t push him away if it were him but you pushed me away?” He began to move closer to me again and this time with a very determined look on his face. With each step he took, I took another one back but he wouldn’t stop. “I can because I want to.” “If not for any reason, can’t you at least not do it because of your girlfriend?”