Chapter 760

You old bastard! But what was he doing in her room? Anabelle had no time to think, for she was forcefully kissed, enveloped in his breath. All of this felt exactly like her previous two dreams. How could this be? She considered a possibility, but dismissed it. Twice she'd woken, feeling unwell. She doubted, yet she'd seen him visit the doctor; he'd confirmed his poor health and inability… Anabelle was confused. Alpha left her lips, his thin lips trailing to her neck, his large hand, adorned with an expensive watch, exploring her lapel. Anabelle curled her fingers, her face burning. The first two encounters were dreams, far less intense than this. Now, she felt his palm acutely. With it over, Anabelle realized this wasn't a dream, but reality. He must have given her sleeping pills, then entered her room while she slept and… bullied her.

However, his health remained a question. Could he be healed? “Why did you disobey and stay tonight?” His deep, hoarse voice reached her. “The medicine I gave you is harmless, but your body can’t tolerate more.” His large hand moved to her stomach, gently circling it. “I still don’t know what to do about you and the baby. Sorry, I never expected you to get pregnant. I don’t want to hurt you…”

The baby? Anabelle didn't understand. Which baby? A mistake? Lately, she’d had nausea and poor appetite, but she wasn’t pregnant. After her daughter's death, his demands had frightened her into undergoing a secret birth control procedure. She was older now, her grandson three years old; pregnancy was impossible. Olive attributed her appetite loss to the night's shock. Yet, he’d given her medicine…

Anabelle felt his kiss on her face, then his hand in hers. Perhaps worried about her, he hesitated, then pulled her hand down… Anabelle touched something hot—a… She recoiled, opened her eyes, and shouted, “Alpha, you bastard!” Alpha hadn't expected her awakening. His lustful black eyes narrowed. His hand was flung away, and she regained full consciousness. She pushed him off, her face burning with shame. She grabbed a pillow and slammed it into his handsome face. He didn't dodge. Realizing he'd been outsmarted, he reached for her, saying, “Anabelle, listen to me!”

She wanted no explanation. The thought of his actions made her want to bite him. Why was he so brazen? She recalled their first encounter after returning from Visionary—he'd put her to bed. The second time, a dream, had made her suspicious. He'd even called a doctor, treating her like a fool. She'd been hiding her guilt about the dream. He'd known, yet pretended to be a gentleman!

His health was fine, contrary to her fears. “Alpha, don’t touch me!” Anabelle shouted, leaping from the bed and running towards the door. Alpha, using his long legs, caught her. He encircled her waist, pulling her into his arms. “Anabelle, listen. Don’t be angry.” “Alpha, let me go! You… you old bastard!” Anabelle struggled against his hold. She didn't know how to curse, but this felt appropriate.

He'd been holding her belly, but fearing harm to the baby, he released her waist, grabbing her shoulders instead, pulling her onto his lap. “Okay, I’m an old bastard, but we’re not divorced. You’re still Mrs. Augustine. Husband and wife obligations. I don’t see anything wrong with sleeping with you twice.”

His confidence enraged her. “Then let’s get a divorce now!” “Too late! You want a divorce because of our separation, yet we sleep together. A judge will ask why you didn't mention divorce. What will you say?” “I…” Anabelle was speechless.

Alpha hugged her tightly, his handsome face buried in her hair, his red eyes narrowed. He whispered, “It’s better when you’re awake. I like you writhing, struggling, begging, crying…” Anabelle covered her ears. He was still a beast, shameless. “Go away! Let me go, Alpha. I don’t want to see you. I want to leave… Huh!”

Alpha grabbed her shoulder, forced her to turn, then kissed her. Her words were lost in his fierce kiss. She struggled, but her body quickly went limp, nearly falling. Alpha supported her, wiping her swollen lips with his thumb, his thin lips curving into a smile. “Anabelle, you’re always like this. You say no, but your body is honest.”

Their married years had held happy moments. She lacked feelings, but at least, in terms of marital obligations… A small smile touched Alpha’s eyes. “Anabelle, you’re still so sensitive. Admit it, you missed the touch of a man. I missed you, just like you thought of me every night.”

Anabelle wanted to disappear. She didn’t understand her body’s reaction.