Chapter 2

• Caleb was the perfect man in Trixies and the one everyone wanted.
• He was that perfect man. Everyone wanted to be with him. To be under him. To touch him but they can't because he only belongs to her.
• He was humble, handsome, and every other thing anyone could ever want in a man. He was also the first son of the Village Head and a great business man during the night market.
• In fact, sometimes, she wondered why he had picked her.
• Caleb was a wonderful man, she had nothing but respect and love for him. So much respect and love that she adored the ground he walked upon.
• On the other hand, Althea felt out of place most of the time. That kid that no one seems to understand their ideology.
• Althea normally had her black hair packed into a ponytail or braid. Only daughter of the Kensington family which had been a family of omegas since her ancestors were born.
• She was slim, curvy, with pale skin, average height with a small, pointed nose, a big bust, and electrifying violet eyes.
• She stood up, ready to leave. She got to the door quickly, the library wasn't a large one.
• "Hello love," The old lady behind the counter said smiling.
• Althea smiled back. "Good evening, ma'am"
• "You were back there for a while…all is well?"
• Althea turned and smiled at the old lady, who was sitting at his table, a lantern on it and a book in her hand.
• "Yes, everything is fine. I just couldn't find a good romance book" She said.
• "Oh well we are low on stocks now darling. Perhaps next week, you could find one to read"
• "Well then I would be here next week. Thank you so much. Would you be coming to my wedding?"
• The lady nodded. "Yes, your mother had given me an invitation card. Congratulations dear"
• Althea smiled. "Thanks and goodnight ma'am."
• "Goodnight love"
• Althea smiled one last time before pushing the door open and stepping out.
• The full moon hung in the sky like a glowing orb, casting an ethereal light on the world below. Its silvery rays illuminated the night, casting long shadows across the ground and creating a sense of otherworldly beauty. The air was cool and crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and freshly fallen leaves. The rustling of the trees and the occasional hoot of an owl were the only sounds that broke the stillness of the night.
• As Althea made her way through the streets of Trixies, the atmosphere was alive with the hustle and bustle of activity. The aroma of freshly baked bread, roasting meats, and exotic spices filled the air, making her mouth water. Vendors shouted out their wares, trying to attract customers with promises of the best deals and the freshest produce.
• The night town was as busy as ever.
• People jostled each other, haggling over prices and chatting animatedly, their laughter and chatter filling the air with a lively buzz. It was a world away from the quiet stillness of the night, and Althea enjoyed the energy and excitement of the night market.
• Althea bought some fruits, vegetables and spices which she would be using to prepare dinner at her boyfriend place.
• The sky rumbled and the cloud became pregnant with water.
• As lightning slashed across the sky, Althea clung tightly to her paper bag, a surge of urgency propelling her towards her boyfriend's home. Heart pounding, she rapped on the door, but the silence that followed sent chills down her spine. Strange. He was never absent at this hour. Summoning her courage, she reached for the doorknob and, to her astonishment, it yielded beneath her touch. Unlocked. That was odd, considering his meticulous nature when it came to security.
• A sense of foreboding enveloped her as she stepped into the darkened sitting room. The air hung heavy with an eerie stillness, broken only by a sliver of yellow light seeping through the keyhole of the adjacent room. A flicker of curiosity mingled with unease, urging her to investigate.
• And then, the sounds began.
• Soft at first, like distant whispers carried on a phantom breeze, but they grew steadily louder. Muffled moans, punctuated by grunts of a man and high-pitched exclamations that defied explanation. Althea's palms grew clammy, her heart racing, as she strained to make sense of the cacophony. It was only when she concentrated, her pulse pounding in her ears, that the chilling realization struck her like a bolt of lightning.
• They weren't just mindless cries.
• They were words.
• Hee boyfriend's name, to be precise. Whispered with an urgency that sent shivers cascading down her spine.
• She gasped, her breath catching in her throat as she struggled to process the scene before her. Her mind reeled, desperately attempting to reconcile the unthinkable. The room fell into an eerie stillness, broken only by the rhythmic moans that echoed through the air, a haunting symphony of betrayal.
• The sight etched itself into her consciousness with searing intensity. Two figures intertwined, their bodies glistening in the dim light, tangled in a passionate frenzy upon her own bed. The shock immobilized her, her trembling hands barely able to keep the door ajar.
• Her sanctuary had been violated. The sacred space she had shared with her beloved had been desecrated by an unthinkable act of infidelity. Each moan, each movement cut through her like a jagged knife, carving deep wounds of anguish and betrayal into her soul.
• The silence thickened, engulfing the room in a suffocating embrace. Althea's mind swirled with a whirlwind of emotions—pain, anger, disbelief, and a profound sense of loss. Her trembling lips quivered, unable to form coherent words. Time seemed to stand still as the weight of the truth bore down upon her, shattering the fragile illusion of trust she had cherished.
• In that moment, the world around her faded into insignificance, leaving only the devastating revelation and the searing pain of a heart irreparably broken.