Sansa's POV
I stepped back a little.
"Wait, what?" I asked as horror engulfed me.
But he pulled me back to himself, firmly, with a possessive grip that made my insides curl. I snapped out of the daze quickly, remembering what he had just said.
"It pains me so much, you're not my mate. I hoped so much we'd be mated so you'd be mine. We could have been inseparable. But it doesn't change my love for you, Sansa," he said, grabbing my ass and kissing me possessively again.
But the butterfly that came the first time didn't come rushing in. What overwhelmed me was pure disgust. I tried to pull away, but his grip was too firm for me to even move.
"You've always been my true love. I'd always love you no matter what. And you'll always be by my side," he said again, hugging me and grabbing a handful of my butt.
I pushed him away, making him frown. "So you never loved Chelly?" I managed to ask, even though the answer was obvious. I just couldn't believe what was happening right now.
I was trying with everything in me not to cry.
He laughed, pulling me back to himself, making my breasts press to his chest. His eyes lingered on them, and I could literally feel his erection close to my lower abdomen.
"Why would I love her? I can't love anyone other than you. What she'd be to me is just a bed warmer and nothing more. Maybe to the kingdom she'll be a Luna, but you, Sansa, will be my true queen and true Luna. You've always been my queen right from when I made you attend high school with me," he said, trailing kisses on my face and neck.
I was struggling so hard to stay composed. My insides burned with anger at the realization that he had been cheating on me with this omega nobody. And he loved her.
'Who the fuck loves an omega?!' I yelled inside me as my heart ached. My face was frozen in horror by all the information I was taking in. I wished the ground would open up and swallow me.
"I'd always love you no matter what. Not her or anyone else. My feelings have not changed for you, Sansa. I'm sure you've not seen your mate, have you?" he asked hopefully.
'Yeah, I have and he's a complete douchebag,' I said to myself, my brows furrowing in irritation.
To think we've been together for so long, and he was cheating on me with an omega nobody really broke my heart.
"I sincerely hope you've not. But not that it matters," he said as he kissed me. I felt the familiar jolt of electricity as his lips touched mine.
"It doesn't?" I asked, despite my anger and humiliation, trying to pull my lips away, not understanding what he meant.
"You're mine no matter what. No one can and will have you. Absolutely no one. I'll make sure of that."
"Wait, what?" I was more than dumbfounded by his possessiveness. For Sansa? Of all people?
That would have been a sweet thing to say if he were actually saying it to me, Chelly Morgan, not to Sansa Riley, even though I was in her body, and if I didn't know now that he was cheating.
It all finally made sense why he was always away. Always busy. Always lurking around Sansa in high school. I had thought he needed her to clean or do something useful.
It all finally made sense. Anger surged through my entire body, knowing now that it wasn't even someone as beautiful or special, but ordinary Omega Sansa.
"But you pride yourself on having Chelly and me? You don't just want me, or Chelly, but the two of us? Why can't you just stick to one person? If you're that in love with sa… me," I corrected. "Why not stick with me, the omega nobody, instead of wanting both of us? I won't agree to that."
He gave a subtle laugh, amusement glinting in his eyes. "You say it like you have a choice, Sansa. You really don't. You are mine. You should be grateful instead."
I scoffed and he frowned.
But I didn't give two shits about him anymore. I'd had enough nonsense for one day. There was a limit to what I could tolerate, and I had passed it.
I wanted to go somewhere alone and cry my eyes out. I felt utterly betrayed and backstabbed.
What did he see in her to want to give Sansa the same position as me? To call me just a Luna, while his heart yearns for her?
Why does he love her?
My everyday fantasy crumbled before my eyes. He told me he fancied me. Was all that a lie too?
Was that why he kept our relationship a secret, all because of filthy Sansa?
I tried not to cry. And I couldn't bring myself to hear any more of his barbaric nonsense.
He held me again, but I removed his hands from me with all my might, surprising him.
Good. Because he wasn't going to have me after cheating on me. Technically Sansa, but whatever. I was in her body, which meant I was in control.
"I need to go check something. I'll be right back," I said, turning to leave.
But I felt his strong arms, the same ones that had once made me feel safe, pull me back roughly, shocking me.
Fear crept into me as I saw something I had never seen before in his eyes.
Rage.
"How dare you walk out on me?! I am trying to give you a better life! I'm fucking loving you, and you dare walk out on me?!" he asked, his grip tightening on my arms.
"You're not giving me a better life, dumbass!" I yelled back. For a moment I saw a flicker of shock on his face, taken aback by my boldness, but I was too angry to pretend to be Sansa anymore.
"You're fucking thinking about yourself! Not me!"
"Thinking about myself?!" he asked, taking a menacing step closer. "I'm making you my wife, bitch! What more honour can a lowlife be grateful for?!"
True. That was a lot for a lowlife. But it wasn't okay when I was trapped inside the body of that lowlife, the same one he was cheating with.
"How can you tell me it's all I ever want when you're cheating on Chelly? She's beautiful, smart, loving, hot, and from a rich family," I said dreamily.
If I could talk sense into him, maybe I could beg the Moon Goddess to take me back to my original body.
"Why choose a lowlife like me?" I asked. But I didn't allow him to respond before continuing. "You're cheating on her with me! While she's out there thinking you love her and want her. While she's out there waiting for you to claim her. Is that not selfish of you?"
He laughed mockingly, and I wondered what part of what I said amused him.
"It's kind of funny that you're defending Chelly right now," he said, laughing again. "Even after everything she did to you, you're still defending her. One would think she's controlling your mind, but Chelly wouldn't even consider you worth controlling."
True. Only that I was fucking stuck inside somebody I wouldn't even consider.
"Here's the thing, sweetheart," he continued, grabbing my cheeks, almost too tightly. "I don't love her. I never did. My relationship with her is an obligation. You're the one I want, and you'll be mine."
My eyes blurred. "You never loved Chelly?" I asked again.
He didn't answer. Instead, he began to pull me away.
"Where are you taking me?! Leave me," I said as he pulled even harder.
With all my strength, I pulled my hand free, causing me to fall to the ground.
I looked up as Lucien suddenly growled. My eyes widened when I saw his wolf surface in his eyes.
He grabbed me again, this time with his wolf strength, making me completely helpless as he pulled me up.
I tried to shift too. I was just as strong as he was, but my wolf refused to surface.
What the fuck?
"I'll keep you away, my love. Marry you secretly and have you all to myself. Until my marriage with Chelly is finalized and she becomes my Luna."
Horror engulfed me. He couldn't do that. I wasn't some slave to be locked up, and I definitely wasn't a man sharer.
Worse still, the same me he planned to marry was in the very omega body he was cheating with.
As if the Moon Goddess couldn't give me a crueler fate.
"I have a life!" I snapped as he continued pulling me away. "I don't want to be your lifetime bed warmer."
Lucien stopped walking. And just when I thought I had finally spoken sense into him, he turned to face me and gave me a dirty slap.
The force split my lip, making me taste blood as I fell.
Fear consumed me. No one had ever dared to slap me before. Not even my parents. The sting sent tears flooding my eyes.
"Don't you ever call yourself something that belittling," he warned.
I couldn't believe he was defending Sansa—technically me—and at the same time hurting me.
"You are mine, and you'll remain mine forever. But for now, you need to stay hidden while we secretly wed."
"How can you say you love me when you're hiding me, loving me in the dark while you display Chelly as your queen, while I'm nothing but a wife, a…" I stopped myself, not ready to be slapped again.
I tried to reason with him.
Maybe someone else would want that fate, but I couldn't. I had dreams and aspirations I hadn't achieved.
There were so many latest designer bags I hadn't bought yet. I hadn't traveled enough. Sixteen countries weren't enough.
"And why the fuck do you think she won't break off her engagement if she finds out about me?" I asked.
"For fuck's sake, Sansa!" Lucien groaned. I could see the frustration etched clearly on his face. "Stop talking about Chelly. She's not important. Why are you being so fucking difficult?"
She's not important. The words echoed in my head, and this time I couldn't stop the tear that slipped down my cheek.
"If it's reassurance you need, then believe me when I say she won't find out until I'm wedded to her. Then I'll tell her and bring you to the house, and she won't be able to object. Now, please stand the fuck up."
But I didn't make any effort to move from the ground. When he reached to grab me up forcefully, I grabbed a handful of sand and threw it in his face.
He snarled as he clutched his face, and I took that opportunity and ran.