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Chapter 4 - Betrayal

"Tommorrow!" Eve rasped. "How is that even going to work?" 

He walked over to the white table in his all but incredibly massive room draped in all white and picked up something. He raised it to her view and she took a proper look at the item. 

"A…card?" 

"Money," he said. "When you have money, anything is possible. Now, get out of my house, I'll see you tomorrow night." 

Eve did as she was told, but stopped at the door. "Wait, out of your house, completely?" 

"Yes." 

"But…but where do I stay?" 

Malakai turned to her. "You don't know the way back to your home?" 

"I do, but I don't exactly have one right now. I mean, the Morins are after me and the same can be said for my ex-husband. Ex-mate." 

He dragged a hand down his face. "Get in here and lock the door behind you." 

Eve glanced at the door, did as he said and moved further into his rooom. 

"Sleep on the couch." 

"The couch?" she asked. Why not just give me a guest room? "I'm pregnant. I'm sure you already know."

"I'm aware." Malakai cocked a brow. "What? You want to sleep on my bed?"

She shrugged. "It's better than the couch."

The muscle of his face twitched and he walked towards her. "You reek of his pheromones, I'm not letting you into my bed."

"You don't trust me—" 

"The couch. Now." 

Eve slowly dropped into the couch, inhaling a relieved breath once he turned and walked back to his bed, king-sized and fitted with white duvet. 

She laid on her back, head resting against the armrest of the couch and began staring at the marble glass like ceiling. When she'd made this impulsive decision to find Malakai, she didn't think they were really going to come to this deal. 

Eve was sure Patro must think she was dead by now, after all, it was the Morins family they were speaking of here. But he just didn't know how far she was willing to go to achieve her goal, even if it meant marrying an alpha she didn't know personally. His…enemy. 

Her lips curled into a malicious smile and she took her glasses off, closing her eyes. 

Tomorrow, the real game begins.

———

How Malakai Salvatore pulled off a wedding in under twenty four hours was something Eve didn't understand. But he did, and now he was standing right in front of her, six foot six tall, his massive body wrapped in a designer suit that was as black as the night sky. 

The man looked like a greek god spawn out of nowhere with shoulder length hair so golden it looked like it was kissed by the sun itself. And his eyes—they were so yellow, very much in contrast with his hair. He was more than just an alpha. A supreme alpha, ranking above standard alphas. 

"What are you thinking so hard about?" Malakai asked suddenly. 

Eve looked at him. "I—huh?" 

He cocked a brow at her and she was sure he was going to say something, but he turned and walked to the door to exit the building. She hurried to follow after him, but tripped—not sure how that happened, but she did, falling face flat on the floor with a heavy thud. 

She hadn't even peeled her cheek off the cold floor when expensive polished shoes came into her view. She slowly tilted her head, looking up to Malakai who was staring down at her, confusion evident in his gaze. 

"What are you doing on the floor?"

"I…tripped?" 

"I can see that," he said. "But why did you trip? Where are your glasses? Do you not care that you have a child inside of you?"

Oh…

Eve breathed out awakwardly and yelped when his hand grabbed the back of her dress, peeling her off the floor with ease.

"Where are your glasses?"

She turned her head, pointing to the room upstairs. 

"Where?" 

"On your table…" 

He grunted under his breath and said to her, "Close your eyes for me. Nothing less than five seconds before you open." 

She blinked at him. "Why…" Those incoming questions stayed stuck in her throat at the look he gave her and she shut her eyes, counting to five in her head. All she felt was the rush of air, fluttering her dress, then it happened again, and when she opened her eyes at five seconds dot, Malakai stood right infront of her, the glasses outstretched to her. 

She stood…speechless. 

How…how did he…. Ah, of course.

Standard alphas, betas and omegas weren't that incredibly fast. Supreme Alphas on the other hand were. She'd researched on them. Supreme alphas weren't talked about much, because they were rare and Malakai Salvatore was a supreme alpha. He smelt purer than a standard alpha did.

She lowered her gaze to the glasses and looked at the stairs. "You—" 

His fingers came at her cheek and he grabbed, keeping her face in place. He popped the glasses on the bridge of her nose, saying, "I prefer you to be less blind. Keep that on." 

She almost grinned at him. He didn't know she'd figure out. Others may not have been able to, but not her. No…it'd take a lot to fool her.

Malakai grabbed her hand and walked out of the manor towards his car—matte black in colour and parked with his driver standing by the side. They set off into the road and the closer they got to their destination, the more nervous Eve grew. Gabriel would be there, she was sure of it. 

What would be his reaction to suddenly seeing her with Malakai Salvatore, not just as anyone, but his soon to be wife? What would he do? 

The indication she got of their arrival after thirty minutes on the road, was the driver opening the door for her. Six cars or more had followed behind them and coming down from them were Malakai's men. 

His oddly cold hands came around hers, the thick long fingers weaving with her slender ones. 

People were already inside the seven star hotel, where the wedding was taking place and Eve moved quickly to keep up with Malakai's large strides. A red carpet was rolled all the way to their feet, and at the very end of the hall, where guests seated on either sides, waiting for them to approach the altar. 

Everything was overwhelming as she began searching with her eyes immediately, looking for Gabriel until they landed on him. However, shock and anger was not the only thing she noticed. 

No, next to her ex-mate, her best friend of twenty years…Bridget Whyte sat, head resting against his shoulder like they were such dear couples who'd walked out of a romantic movie.

…Very much…inlove…