chapter two

Kayla's POV

Inside Kayla's living room, Nuella is giving an ultimatum to me as I stared keenly at her wondering if she knew what she was saying at all.

"You need to get married to that Alpha or you'll find a way to fork out the money we need for the surgery, the choice is all yours."

I smiled fondly after hearing what her stepmother just said.

"So you're forcing me to get married to someone else when you know I have someone I love already? And yet you can't push your daughter to do the same after all it's the same father we are trying to save here. So you think I'll do this so you can get the money?" Well, I would leave you to your dreams if you think that's ever going to happen.

"So it seems you don't want this to be done as easily as it can be." Nuella raised her voice staring keenly at me with so much hatred evident in her voice.

"Then I'll just end the treatment as we do not have enough money to continue it. I want you to know this is all your fault. We can use it for your sister's dowry and I am his wife so I have the right to decide not to waste money on a dying man."

"What! He's your husband, my father!"

"Oh please stop playing the role of a victim, if you want to save your father's life then you won't hesitate to get married to that Alpha, till then."

My expression turned sour as she turned and exited without uttering another word.

I knew Kayla meant everything she said and if I didn't marry who she wanted, she would stop my father's treatment.

I immediately brought out my phone as I thought of how she could raise the money and I thought of Tristian, he was from a wealthy background after all he should be able to help her.

However, his familiar ringtone somehow blared from the nearby bedroom. I knew I must have misheard because he couldn't be home, and what would he be doing in my sister's room?

I was doubting the tone when I heard Ralia's voice from inside the room.

"It's a call from my sister, aren't you going to answer it? What if it's something urgent?"

Who cares about that b*tch? I've lost interest in her ever since I found out she wasn't my real mate. She's never let me touch her through the three years we've been together, I'm starting to figure out she has some sort of illness down there. But with you, I can't get enough. I don't care how many silent treatments I give her, as long as I have you within my grip every day I am going to spend my last piece of savings on you."

"You're so naughty "

I felt as if I had been struck by a thunderbolt. My head kept on buzzing and whatever thought I had of handling the situation evaporated.

Tristian who had frequently declared his love for me and now he was cheating on me with Ralia?

I closed her eyes tightly as the loud and lustful echoes of passion intensified from inside the room. Alas, I was able to stop the tears trickling down from my cheeks.

I immediately picked up her purse and drove to a bar.

I sat at the bar, my heart heavy with the news of her boyfriend's infidelity. The dim lights of the bar seemed to mirror my mood, casting a somber atmosphere around her.

She kept on taking more shots as she felt it would one way or the other help her situation. She kept on asking herself why.

"Why me?"

"Why my sister?"

"Was I not good enough?"

"One more shot." She said facing the bartender who was already getting worried about her well-being but he had to keep on pouring in.

She kept on drinking till everything there felt blurred. She had a lot of hope and trust in Tristian that his cheating on her was out of the world for her. She felt broken and betrayed and there was no one for her anymore.

Her heart ached thinking about what they could be doing at that moment.

Kayla kept on drinking without a pause as it stopped her pain for minutes.

"Tristian you bastard!"

Lost in my thoughts, I barely noticed the young man named Drako who took a seat beside me.

In my drunken state, I mistook Drako for someone I knew, and I began pouring her heart out to him.

To my surprise, Drako listened attentively, his eyes filled with empathy. As tears streamed down my face, I found solace in Drako's gentle presence. He understood my pain and offered comforting words, blaming my boyfriend for not appreciating my true beauty.

"You're going to be okay." He said pulling me in for a tight and comforting hug which seemed to help me cool my nerves.

"Thank…"

"It's okay, you don't have to say anything, where are you headed?"

"Home," I muttered in my drunken state and he knew I was drunk to stupor.

Amidst the chaos of the bar, Tristian recognized my vulnerability and took it upon himself to protect me.

He gently persuaded me to stop taking more shots, concerned for my well-being. Realizing I was in no condition to drive, Tristian insisted on accompanying me to a private room, determined to keep me safe.

"No, you don't have to worry."

"I want to worry, I can't just watch you go alone in this state as I won't forgive myself if anything happens to you because of this."

"You're very nice."

"It's all in a day's work, it's the right thing to do so I would put everything aside over and over again to help someone."

We were strangers, but Tristian's actions spoke volumes about his character.

In a world where trust had been shattered, he became a beacon of kindness and compassion for me.

As we left the noisy bar behind, I couldn't help but feel a glimmer of hope amid my heartbreak.