Emily
On Valentine’s Day, I watched my fiancé, Michael, walk into a hotel with my sister, Chloe.
I didn’t raise a fuss when Michael said he’d be working in the capital for the entirety of Valentine’s Day. After all, he was the Alpha of his pack. I was no stranger to the pressure and demands that came with such a role.
Then, I stumbled upon the Valentine’s Day package reservation on his phone. There was an embarrassingly large part of myself holding out hope that it was all leading up to a romantic surprise for me.
That hope is shattered now.
It was all too clear. Michael had lied about his business trip and was now spending Valentine’s Day with someone else. The fact that his woman of choice was my half sister made it all so much worse.
The chilly February wind was my only company as my breaths came in short gasps. It took several moments to calm down, before I picked up my phone and called him.
“Hey, Emily. Everything okay?” Michael had the gall to sound smooth and calm.
I barely held back the tremor in my voice as I asked, “Just checking in. What are you doing right now?”
There was a long pause, followed by a performative sigh. “I’m working, Emily. You know that. I’m literally walking into a meeting right now.”
“Right. A meeting. I’ll let you go then.” I bit my lip hard to keep from screaming as I hung up the phone. He was still lying, and I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to confront him.
I marched into the hotel and made my way up to the room mentioned in the reserversation.
I took a moment to calm myself before I banged on the door.
When there was no answer, I banged on the door again, this time harder and longer.
When the door swung open, Michael and I stood face to face.
“Emily,” he said in surprise, “What are you doing here?”
“I came to ask you that,” I answered. Michael stumbled over his words, but was interrupted by a figure coming out of the bathroom behind him. It was Chloe, wrapped in only a towel. Her bare legs were shiny with fresh coat of lotion, and she brushed out her long blonde hair while it was still wet.
“What are you doing here, Michael?” I asked. I felt like TNT that was ready to burst.
“I can explain,” Michael nearly stammered.
“Please do,” came a booming voice from behind me. I almost jumped out of my skin. I glanced over my shoulder to see a well built man dressed in a freshly pressed suit. His cologne was fresh and masculine, and I got a sense that it was as expensive as his suit, along with his gold and quartz watch.
The stranger was several inches taller than Michael with his dark hair styled perfectly. His face looked as though it was chiseled out of stone with a cold indifference resting in his dark eyes.
He was incredibly handsome.
“Who are you?” Michael asked. Chloe came up to the door, clutching the towel against her chest, her blue eyes wide as dinner plates.
“All you need to know,” said the stranger to Michael, “is that you’re sleeping with my girlfriend.” Chloe laughed, the sound echoing down the hall.
