Natash's POV
My face was somewhat pale.
I rarely attended such social gatherings, and this time, I was reluctantly pushed into it by my boss due to the secretary's absence.
As the assistant in charge of finances, I found myself at this event, but the wine glass in my hand made me feel uneasy.
I gazed at the glass that had been thrust upon me and stole a glance at Jaclyn Dills.
Suddenly, it dawned on me that this man was not going to make things easy for me.
There was a glint of ruthlessness in the depths of his distant gaze. Yes, it would be unforgivable for me to bring up the divorce first, considering Jaclyn Dills's esteemed reputation.
I forced a faint smile, and this smile gradually spread across my lips.
I raised my glass and spoke with a double entendre, "The past is behind us, and in the future, Mr. Dills, I hope you'll be more accommodating." With that, I raised my glass and downed the contents, feeling quite resolute.
Jaclyn Dills's smile faltered for a moment. His eyes revealed an unapologetic sharpness as they rested on me.
After a considerable pause, he averted his gaze and began conversing with those around him, leaving me standing there.
I offered a slight, bitter smile, set down my glass, murmured an apology, and made my way out.
I entered the restroom at the end of the hallway and leaned over the toilet, retching up the alcohol, my throat constricted.
Even after vomiting, I still felt an itch spreading across my back. I scratched a few times, but it offered no relief.
I turned on the faucet and splashed cold water on my face. The icy water sent a shiver down my spine, and I couldn't help but shudder.
My head was spinning, and I called my boss using my phone. Perhaps feeling somewhat guilty for the situation, my boss didn't waste time and immediately agreed to let me leave early.
I struggled to endure the itch on my back as I made my way out. The severe allergic reaction was making me feel dizzy and disoriented. I didn't even notice Jaclyn Dills waiting outside the restroom.
As soon as I emerged, he grabbed my hand and began pulling me out.
I resisted for a moment but couldn't break free. He held onto me firmly, pulling me forward with a volatile air about him that warned people to keep their distance.
He glanced back at me, and I didn't dare resist any further. I let him drag me, stumbling all the way out of the restaurant.
As I stepped out of the restaurant, an involuntary shiver ran down my spine. I suddenly remembered that I had left my coat inside.
The early winter's cold wind was biting, and I couldn't help but shiver.
I tugged at Jaclyn Dills, saying, "My coat is still inside."
Jaclyn Dills glanced back at me. I must have looked quite different from his usual impression of me.
I was wearing a white fitted blouse that covered my upper body, with a few buttons on the collar undone, and a multicolored scarf draped around, fluttering in the wind.
Below my black knee-length skirt, I had on a pair of high-heeled shoes with heels that measured at least seven centimeters.
This height made me shorter by more than half a head compared to Jaclyn Dills.
I had changed a lot, gaining a sense of independence and crisp professionalism that didn't seem to be to Jaclyn Dills's liking.
Furrowing his brows, Jaclyn Dills took off his own wool coat and wrapped it around me, using the motion to encircle me in his arms, partly holding and partly hugging me, then guiding me towards the parking lot.
Jaclyn Dills opened the passenger door and issued a low, commanding order, "Get in." However, I bit my lip, lowered my head, and remained motionless.
This passive resistance triggered a surge of anger within Jaclyn Dills, who had been seething for some time. He reached out and grasped my chin, forcing it upwards.
"I told you to get in. Didn't you hear me?"
I bit my lip, looking at him, and only after a while did I mutter, "We're already divorced."
Before I could finish speaking, Jaclyn Dills scooped me up around my waist, tossed me into the car, and slammed the door shut.
He circled around to the driver's seat, started the engine with a loud hum, and the car shot out of the parking lot with such force that I hadn't fastened my seatbelt in time.
My body lurched forward, and I urgently grasped the handhold above to avoid slamming into the windshield.
The earlier resistance had depleted all my courage, and now, I was genuinely afraid of him. I couldn't even bring myself to look at him.
I've always been timid, and especially at this moment, I didn't want, nor could I afford to, get entangled with Jaclyn Dills.
Jaclyn Dills's anger flared up within him. The veins on his forehead bulged, and I was no longer concerned about my own fear. It was quite cold outside earlier, so I didn't feel it, but now, inside the car, the heat made me acutely aware of an unbearable itching sensation on my back.
I was about to scratch it when Jaclyn Dills slapped my hand down hard. His slap was forceful, and my hand felt numb.
"If you dare to scratch, I'll chop off your claws."
The car came to a slanted stop, and I realized that we were right outside DGK Hospital.
Before I could fully grasp the situation, Jaclyn Dills lifted me up abruptly.
I couldn't help but let out a soft gasp as I dangled in mid-air.
Instinctively, I clung to his neck as Jaclyn Dills carried me inside.
I suddenly felt uncomfortable with this, so I tried to wriggle out of his grasp, saying, "Put me down. I can walk on my own."
Jaclyn Dills briefly halted his steps, lowering his gaze to me and replied, "Move again, and I'll throw you out."
I believed he was fully capable of doing just that. This man had always been reckless, and he had never shown me an ounce of compassion.
As we registered, waited for a doctor, paid the fees, and picked up medication, I sighed while looking at the needle in my hand. I tilted my head slightly, and not far from the window, he was on the phone.
Half of his face was hidden in the shadows, enhancing the already handsome contours of his face, making them appear even more mysterious.
His casual posture still exuded an air of elegance, just like the first time I had seen him.
Natash's POV My parents separated when I was very young, and I lived with my mother. However, when I had just come of age, my mother fell ill and passed away. At the age of sixteen, I found myself returning to the life of the Red Valley Pack. My father, Jacob Yael, had remarried. Over the years, Jacob Yael had achieved success in his career, and by the time I returned to the Red Valley Pack, he held a position in the pack's council. The memory of the small barn had transformed into a standalone garden house. My stepmother, Linda, was an opera singer, but I had no idea of her fame. She was polite but distant. Her politeness was so ingrained that from the moment I entered the Red Valley Pack, I felt like an outsider. Subconsciously, I believed that this was not my home. My true home was the small barn where my mother and I had lived together. It was an ordinary life, but the mother-daughter bond was filled with warmth and love. In the Red Valley Pack, I was a complete outsider
Natash's POV For the first time, I tasted the flavor of a secret crush. My previous relationships had been nothing more than youthful adventures. When Jaclyn Dills first approached me, the pounding of my heart, the silly way I stared at him, the sensation of my entire body heating up, and the way my mind went blank repeatedly reminded me that I had feelings for this man. If the two of us hadn't had any further interactions, perhaps my secret crush wouldn't have lasted very long. However, fate had a playful twist in store for us. That's why they say destiny is a decisive factor in the relationships between men and women, capable of guiding the twists and turns of a lifetime. In just a few days, I saw Jaclyn Dills at my home. It was then that I learned that Jaclyn Dills' father was my father's former boss and a well-known elder in the pack. Jaclyn Dills' mother was an opera enthusiast and often attended performances by my stepmother, Linda. Over the years, our two families had ma
Natash's POV The ringing tone not only interrupted my reverie but also yanked me out of my thoughts. My face was slightly flushed, and my small hands were quick to push away the man in front of me. I belatedly realized that his influence on me was still immense, to the point where, when he got close, I had no resistance left. I knew very well that I was at a significant disadvantage from the beginning. Our marriage had nothing to do with the love that resided in my mind. Love, in Jaclyn·Dills' case, might be something that didn't exist at all. And it was because of this that I realized that the Moon Goddess could make mistakes too. In the past, when I watched idol dramas and cried my eyes out, if Jaclyn·Dills ever saw me, he wouldn't say anything. Instead, he would look at me with an incredible expression, owing to his good manners and poise. Sometimes, he would cast a glance at the TV screen, where some melodramatic eight o'clock drama was playing, and furrow his brows before say
Natasha's POVI didn't want to say anything to him here.My face had already suffered enough embarrassment moments ago, forgetting everything in the midst of kissing in a place like this. It's a hospital, and apart from us, there are several patients receiving IV drips and nurses around.I lowered my head, deliberately choosing to ignore the faint but noticeable gazes fixed on me.Exiting the IV room, I walked briskly. Despite my short stature and petite frame, I took two steps, and Jaclyn Dills caught up with just one step.Therefore, by the time we reached the emergency room door, I was already slightly out of breath, while Jaclyn Dills continued to follow me with an unhurried pace.It was well past eleven at night, and the early winter evening breeze carried a bone-chilling cold.Lifting my gaze, I could see distant, dimly lit lights and some desolate streets beneath the chilly glow.At first glance, this place resembled Red Valley Pack. Same bustling city, the noise settling into
Natasha's POVI avoided him precisely because of this—I didn't want to endure his anger. In reality, he had never erupted in front of me, except for the one time when I wanted to work after our marriage. Most of the time, I couldn't read this man. He stood tall, looking down at me as if a deity, and I, a mere ant in the vast world.From the beginning, we were never meant to be together.The forced compatibility due to our backgrounds disappeared, and I chose to leave for the sake of the little pride I had left.For the past two years, I deliberately avoided thinking about him.I didn't pay attention to family matters, didn't read newspapers or news. I subconsciously avoided everything related to our past.Annelie said I was running away, but other than running away, I couldn't think of any other solution.When I found out I was pregnant and felt the living presence of a small life inside me, my life took a turn. A child, a child belonging to Jaclyn and me.I was overjoyed, like any wo
Jaclyn's POVI really wanted to tear open this woman's chest and take a good look to see what exactly was on her mind. Or perhaps, she had no heart at all; it had long been devoured by some stray dog.Clearly a timid woman, yet a few words from her could infuriate me to no end.I didn't even care about it, but she was all focused on getting a divorce from me.How beautiful.When we got married, she was more than willing. Now that she's married to me, there's no way she can get a divorce.She talked to me about matrimonial law as if I wasn't familiar with it. I raised a sarcastic smile and said, "The pack's law states that if mates' wolves live separately for more than two years, it can be considered a possible condition for a broken relationship, provided that one party files for divorce. So, what's your intention? Are you going to file for divorce and take me to court, or are you going to sue Jacob?"Natash Yael kept her head down, biting her lip in silence.She knew very well that s
Natash's POV:As soon as I opened the door, I saw Sophia walking around in the living room, holding Perry and murmuring softly.It startled me.Perry was born premature, a month early, weighing just a little over four pounds.She spent almost half a month in an incubator.Her little face, small body, and weak breath made her look like a fragile and pitiable kitten, with a mouth so small it couldn't even hold a bottle.My breast milk was limited, and my overall care during that period wasn't great.The poor little girl often couldn't eat enough, lacked strength, and fell asleep with a bottle in her mouth, whimpering and twitching in her sleep.It got a bit better after three months, but at six months, she developed bronchitis. She had needles on her tiny forehead, and the pain in my heart was unbearable.I spent many nights holding her, rocking and comforting her. Normally, at this hour, a child would have been asleep, but holding her now likely meant she wasn't feeling well again.I h
Jaclyn's POV:I returned to Red Valley Pack overnight and sat on the terrace of the villa for the whole night. In the morning, I drove back to Red Moon Pack.I spent the night pondering but couldn't figure out why she didn't come back with me, just like I didn't understand why she left in the first place.For the first time in my life, I began to question my charm. Could she hate me so much that she wanted to avoid me for the rest of her life?The girl who used to be docile and obedient in my arms, now seemed to have grown bold. I even doubted whether I had been mistaken before; perhaps, if a rabbit bares its teeth, it could bite. Even if not fatal, it would still hurt.Then, I remembered the kiss in the hospital. Suddenly, I felt that she wasn't completely indifferent to me. The direct reaction she had, I could feel it.So why this inconsistency in her actions?I needed to figure this out. After a night of contemplation, I couldn't understand anything else, but one thing was clear—I