Infatuated with His Unwanted Luna Queen

#Chapter 4 Jailbreak

Third Person POV

Alicia worked overtime trying to put Olivia out of the way and it finally worked. 

Reese had been spreading rumors for a while, speaking ill of the future Luna and how she never really helped Alpha survive, just doing some social damage control, but Reese knew the whole truth. he had spread it all over the pack by the end of the week and when warriors showed up at the hospital to take him to jail, Olivia had other plans. 

She knew her time was coming to an end anyways. She just wanted the baby to live and she counted the six months down slowly, knowing that as she rot away in jail, there was no chance of surviving this new trouble. She took Reese’s place in jail, taking the blame for the rumors, and as time crawled on, Olivia didn’t mind the jail cell too much. 

There was no Herold here, no Alicia, and that was all she needed. 

“She’s got it out for you, mutt,” one of the other she-wolves said, everyday walking by Olivia’s cell, threatening her endlessly. “Just wait until you leave that cell…”

Olivia knew better than to join the other wolves in the common grounds but she needed to stretch and walk around. Her growing belly was weighing down her spine and forcing her to grow weaker by the day. At last, she gave in. 

She left her cell to walk, to stretch her body and mind, and if she knew what was to happen, she wouldn’t have left the safety of her cell. 

The knife Alicia used on her face was within the jail walls and this time it wasn’t meant for Alicia. She paid a lot of money for this execution, she wanted Olivia to feel it too. 

“I told you not to leave your cell,” another prisoner coos leisurely. She flashes the blade. 

Olivia’s eyes grow wide in horror. She clings to her belly protectively, pleading through tears that this isn’t real. “Please,” she begs. “Why would you want to hurt—”

“I don’t,” the prisoner says, shrugging, “but you’ve got the worst enemy there is and she would pay another prisoner to do it if I don’t. Plus, I hear your sick and dying, anyways. If anything, Alicia is doing you a favor.”

Olivia screams as the blade is pressed into her body, metallic and hot. Pain, endless pain. Olivia tries to get up again but fell back. She is white as a sheet... The pain blinds her.

Thirty-seven stab wounds to the back, neck and sides was what it took before her soul finally split from her body. 

Death.

**

The jail didn’t know who else to call but the Alpha and Herold felt horrible. 

He didn’t even know what’s where Olivia had been all this time. 

Herold sits solemnly by the edge of the sea. He didn’t intend for things to escalate like they did, but it’s done. Olivia is dead, the baby gone, both of which he holds sprawled out over his lap. He can’t make sense of what has caused this disaster to happen. He wanted her to suffer for her lies but dying isn’t what he had in mind. 

He was almost insulted in a way; how could she die without his permission?

She was always submissive to her mate, to her Alpha, and she never denied him a thing. She was calm most of the time and that was part of his contempt for her. He hated when she was calm, when she was collected, while his life seemed so chaotic and disastrous. 

His thoughts were interrupted by her brother who had gone to claim her body but instead told that her ruthless excuse for a mate had taken her first. Reese wanted to release her to the sea, off of her favorite beach, and he was surprised to see Herold had beaten him to the idea. 

“What are you doing here with her?” Reese asks, snarling slightly. “You have no right to release her to sea. You’re the cause of this. You did this to my sister.”

Herold holds in his anger, holding the body of his substitute of a mate and feeling an odd pang of guilt. “She was my mate at the time of her death,” he says, knowing she hadn’t signed the divorce papers before she died. “Her body is mine to dispose of.”

“You’re the reason she died,” Reese growls. “You killed her, and her child. Eugene told me how she was pregnant, how she was sick because of the operations she gave to you and your mistress. You used her all those years and now you think you have some kind of claim on her body? She is supposed to be set out to sea so she can be accepted by the moon goddess. Your involvement isn’t going to help.”

“Then go ahead and do it, I can’t look at her anymore.”

Herold wanted to cut her loose into the sea, but her wounds had been imprinted deep into his mind by now. It haunted him to the core. Reese took his sister, his weeps gentle and unforgiving. He steps into the water, watching her float as the gentle waves pulled her further and further away from the sea. 

Reese knew how much his sister protected him throughout the years. 

He hated that he couldn’t protect her from this fate.

Under the full moon, a body floats aimlessly through the sea. It’s the body of a she-wolf who was weak in strength, but strong willed beyond compare. She had fought for her acceptance, for her love, but all it did was unintentionally get the girl killed. People found her calm demeanor threatening, her collected behavior dangerous, and she was a cog in their plans. 

She floats in the air now, her consciousness plucked from the horrible corpse that she had become at the end of her life. Olivia was naturally beautiful, but what remained was unrecognizable as she ascended from the water. 

Her eyes could make out the general figure of her features, the gentle, small bump of her stomach, and it was clear that she could see the corpse in the water was her own body. At first, it startled the young she-wolf, but on some levels she knew it was her fate. 

“I’m sorry,” she hums to her own body below, having to look away at the sight of her wounds. The marks were a silent statement of the torture she endured in this life. She hoped that whatever would happen in the next life wouldn’t be as cruel as the last. 

But it dawned on her as she rose from the sea that no matter how safe she felt away from Herold and Alicia, she couldn’t get rid of the guilt that overwhelmed her thoughts. She had fallen so fast for Herold and given him every part of her life and body, in the hopes that he may love her one day. She knows now how stupid she was back then. 

Before long, she felt the entire weight of her life come flooding back into memory. She saw Herold, almost handicapped, in the hospital, and after his warriors had freed her from a group of rogues, she thought she owed her new Alpha something. 

Alicia left his side at the first sign of bad health for him. Olivia could see herself at the hospital bedside, giving blood and hoping that it would be enough to save the man who saved her. If she knew what this would do to her heart, to her body, then she wouldn’t have been so damn generous. 

She saw the way Herold resented her, the way he so easily crawled back to the woman who left him, and she felt heartbreak for the first time. It was powerful and profound—it didn’t stop her from trying to be the best mate she could be to him. 

She hated every mistake, every bad judgement, and as she approached the gates of light above, just toward the moon glinting in the sky, she vowed to try to make things right. She had given everything she had the moment she saw that Alpha. 

But she was wrong in doing so. 

Her body floated below, abandoned, and her spirit was furious for her mistakes. 

If she ever had the chance to do it over again, she would. 

And the first thing she would do? Find Herold Hughes and make him suffer.