Chapter Two
AND MY WORLD CUMBLED
Camille Spice POV
The Banks Manor, her father-in-law's home
"Let us get a divorce!" The weight of his words hung thickly in the air as everywhere went totally silent. My heart constricted in my chest.
"A divorce?" I asked. "No Miles! No! You can't do that! Please, Miles, I am really telling the truth. I went there for Sonia, but she set me up. T- this isn’t fair! It is not true!”
But Miles wasn’t listening. In one swift motion he pulled out a set of papers from his coat pocket and thrust them into my hands. "That is the divorce papers." My hands trembled as I held the papers. Shock took me as I read the pages and realized that they were indeed divorced papers.
This was not a farce.
"Miles, no I-" I stammered. "Y- you can't do this! You can not believe her over me!" I gestured at Sonia. "I am your wife!" I cried.
“A good cheating wife Camille. Now sign those papers,” he ordered in a final tone. “Then I want you out of my life and out of my home. I want you away from my sight because whatever we had, it is now over.”
“Miles, please, I would never do this to you!" I pleaded with him. "You have to believe me. You are my family, my everything.” He merely scoffed with disdain.
“You are nothing to me Camille. And after tonight, everyone here will know exactly who you are, a cheating lying bitch who spreads her legs for every man in this city.”
"No! Stop it! Please." The humiliation and devastation were almost too much to bear for me to bear.
"I will keep talking if you do not sign those papers and leave." And with one final and defeated glance around the room, I signed the papers. Each stroke of the pen felt like a piece of my life was being torn away from me. Miles took the papers from me without a second look and signed it.
"Miles, this is not fair."
"Nothing in life is fair Camille. Now I want you to leave and never return here," he ordered.
"I will just get my stuff and leave," I said to him.
"Your stuff? Do you own anything in this house Camille?" His words hit me square in the chest. "It seems like you do not get it. Pascal!" He called for the head of security who hurried to answer him. "Tell your boys to escort her out. And if she resists, you are allowed to use force. Make sure she leaves with nothing because she came into my life with nothing."
"Miles," I said his name with disbelief as tears streamed down my face. He turned away from me as they escorted me out of the hall. I looked to my adoptive mother, Janna to help me but she turned away too, even my ex in-laws turned away. There was no one to defend me.
I realized then that I was alone. I had always been alone. And in that moment I missed my adoptive dead father greatly.
He would have stood by me.
I soon found myself outside in the chilly night, stripped of everything that I had thought that I had. I was left with nothing but the clothes on her body as I began to walk into the darkness with my shattered heart and unraveled world while my mind was left to wander back to the event that had brought about this. I replayed that day with a mix of shame and disbelief.
It had been about a week ago when I had been in bed watching tiktoks on my phone late into the night. I had just been about to turn in for the night when a message icon had popped up on my phone. It had been from Sonia.
It was an SOS.
Her location had been attached to it and a room number. I found it on the map. It was a bar in a five star hotel in the suburbs. I had hurried out of bed and into my clothes. Though Sonia and I had a kind of cordial hate relationship, I could not ignore her request for help. I had grabbed my car keys and rushed out with my heart pounding with worry.
I soon arrived at the hotel and located the bar quickly even as I kept checking my phone for any other messages. There was nothing but that faint feeling of unease trailing behind me as I found the room. I pushed open the door to room 304 while hoping that Sonia was alright.
My eyes barely had enough time to study the room before a hand clamped over my mouth and strong hands subdued me. My initial shock morphed into terror as my vision adjusted to the dark enough to make out the shillouete of four men. They gave off predatory vibes. And I felt like a cornered prey.
"What do you want? What have you done with my sister?!" I demanded from them. But no one answered me as they held me down in a sitting position on the bed. “Please, let me go,” I whispered almost inaudibly as fear washed over me. Their collective laughter followed my words.
“Oh, we never said that we wouldn't. We would once we are done with you,” one of them who had his back to me assured me. But the assurance faded away the moment he turned to me while holding up a syringe that filled with liquid.
"What is that?" I asked just as a hand pressed over my mouth.
"Take it like a good girl," the man with the needle said coming to me. I struggled in futility as I felt the sharp prick of the needle on my thighs. They held me down until he had withdrawn the needle and whatever it was was beginning to take effect.
A tingling warmth began spreading throughout my body as I felt my face flush. My breath became unsteady as I felt a familiar wetness between my thighs. Panic surged through me as I recognized the effects of a potent aphrodisiac.
"What on earth?" I ground out breathlessly.
"You will soon be nice and ready for us," the one who had held me down said as he began to unbuckle his belt. My mind raced for a way out as my body fought the effects of the drug that was designed to strip control. I doubled over as my muscles began to fail me.
"She already is," one whispered coming closer to me, his gaze dark and malicious. And just then, a tall imposing figure leaped in through the window. His face was covered with a black mask. He made to return just as he had come.
"Please, help me," I said to him and I tried but failed to reach for him, my arms suddenly heavy. It seemed that I was not only under the effects of aphrodisiac. I might have been given a dose of muscle relaxant.
"Go away pretty boy and let us have some fun!" One of the men said. The stranger stared at us for a while.
"Is this with your consent?" He asked me stepping closer. I shook my head in answer. "Let the lady go," he instructed them.
"And who are you to tell us what to do?" One of the men asked him.
"It is better to show you," he said. And then he struck. He moved with a lethal grace, his every motion precise and powerful as he took down each of the men with terrifying ease. His strikes were swift, almost too fast to follow, as he dispatched the last of the men, sending them to the floor , unconscious. He soared me a look and then he began to leave.
“Please," I called after him. "Help me,” I implored him. He halted for a while and then he turned back to me. He stared down at me as he studied me cautiously with his sparkling eyes.
"You are free now, leave," he murmured.
"I, I can't move," I whispered. His eyes darted around, falling on the used syringe on the bed.
"It seems like they drugged you." I nodded helplessly. "I only came into the wrong room, I wasn't planning on playing knight in shiny armour." I could barely understand what he was even saying.
"Help me," I repeated. He sighed and reached into his pockets for gloves. Then he lifted me into his arms. I cried out as his hands accidentally brushed my skin. My body went from being tepid to burning like a volcano. He looked down at me.
"Oh!" He said in some kind of realization as he adjusted me without touching more of my skin. My heart pounded in my chest as he carried me away. I began to wonder if it was the effect of the drugs pulsating through my veins or the man who had me in his arms. He passed over the unconscious bodies and took me out of the room and to the next room, room 305.
I stared at his eyes as he placed me on the bed. His mask veiled half of his face, exposing only his eyes and kissable lips. I wondered how it will taste. I leaned in so swiftly, planting my lips into his. The connection set me on fire as it quenched the fire of the aphrodisiac. He tensed against me, but I didn't relent, tasting the soft flesh of his lips.
And then he was kissing me back, like a voracious animal, his hands wrapping around my nape and lifting me properly to him. I moaned into his mouth at the pleasure. And though my mind told me to flee and my brain reminded me that I was married, I listened to the voice of my body that asked me to stay as electrical sensations coursed through me. My nails extended instantly, my eyes gaining that golden hue that signified the presence of my wolf.
"Sweet," she murmured inside of my head as his rich earthy scent filled my nostrils. There was an undercurrent of something wild that awoke inside of me alongside of my wolf. And when his fangs brushed against mine, I knew why he had been able to take down those four men easily.
He was a wolf, just like me. But there was something different about him, something ancient and powerful about him. He was unlike any other wolf that I had ever met. And he showed it to me that night.
And when the morning came, I slipped away with the memories of that night imprinted in my heart and the guilt that I had bro
ken my wedding vows with a masked stranger that had changed everything in a single, stolen night.