The Blind Alpha's Rejected White Wolf

Ezequiel POV:

The fiery lust and feral madness vanished from my body in a fraction of a second.

Without a single ounce of hesitation, I forcefully shoved the beast down, stopped the Marking, and pulled away from her, leaving her battered body shivering in the cold air.

"Get out," I ordered, my tone freezing, refusing to even glance at her curled-up form. "Sleep in the guest room."

I didn't care how brutally I had just treated her. Right now, my mind was entirely consumed by the fact that Clarissa was waiting downstairs.

"Fine," Gianna whispered, her voice trembling.

I listened in the darkness as she quickly threw on her clothes, grabbed her torn underwear, and walked out of the master suite in dead silence.

The room fell into a suffocating quiet.

I stood frozen by the bed.

My heightened senses finally pierced through the heavy scent of cedar and lilies, catching a lingering scent on the mattress.

It was a pure, untainted metallic tang. The undeniable scent of a virgin's blood.

A sudden wave of shock and agonizing guilt hit my chest.

For three years, I had believed the rumors that Gianna was a manipulative schemer who would do anything for money, bedding countless rogues. But she was untouched. I had just forcefully taken the innocence of a woman I despised.

"Ezequiel..." Clarissa's weak, tearful voice echoed through the pack's mind-link from downstairs.

I clenched my jaw.

Clarissa was here. She was pregnant, fragile, and she said she missed me.

I pushed the confusing guilt aside, turned, and walked out with long strides. Gianna's pain meant nothing compared to Clarissa's tears.

Gianna POV:

Every step sent a tearing agony through my lower body. Blood was still trickling down my inner thighs, a cruel reminder of the violent assault I had just endured.

I was limping down the second-floor hallway toward the guest room when I suddenly heard voices from the grand foyer below.

I looked over the marble railing.

Clarissa had just rushed through the front doors.

She threw herself directly into Ezequiel's embrace, burying her face deeply in his chest.

"Ezequiel! I missed you so much!" she whined softly, nuzzling into his chest like a spoiled child.

And Ezequiel, the cold and ruthless Alpha who had just brutally ravaged me, wrapped his strong arms around her waist.

His voice was brimming with extreme tenderness. "Why did you come running in the middle of the night? It's freezing outside."

"I just missed you," Clarissa said.

Then, as if she had just noticed me, she shyly wiped her tears. "Oh, Gianna is here too... I'm sorry, I hope I didn't interrupt anything."

I gave a polite, hollow smile.

I am the Alpha's wife; isn't it perfectly normal for me to be here? Of course, I couldn't say that out loud. Ezequiel spoiled this adopted sister more than anyone else, and I didn't want to provoke him.

Instead, I heard Clarissa say, "I just found out I'm pregnant. My mate has been ignoring me, and I felt so scared and alone... I could only think of coming back to you."

I couldn't hear the rest of her words.

My eyes were locked onto the hand Clarissa was using to cling to Ezequiel. Specifically, the ring on her finger.

My entire body froze instantly, my pupils reflecting sheer disbelief.

A matching set?

Half a month ago, I had accidentally seen a ring hidden deep inside his private safe. The Henry Pack's ancestral Luna rings were designed as a 'Sun' and a 'Moon'; I couldn't be mistaken.

I always knew Ezequiel was cold and abstinent because he had an untouchable woman in his heart... But I never, ever dared to connect it to Clarissa!

It felt as if I had been struck by a heavy hammer!

Suddenly, all of Ezequiel's abnormal behaviors tonight made terrifying sense.

I finally understood why he had suddenly forced himself on me like a madman. He lost control so completely, disregarding my life entirely. He was stimulated by the news of Clarissa's pregnancy!

My heart was abruptly seized by an iron hand woven from 'absurdity' and 'irony', suffocating my chest.