When we arrived back at the house, Samara, our servant, immediately took care of my wounds. She was shocked to see me bleeding and soon discovered that I had lost the baby.
“Does Enzo know about this?” she asked worriedly.
“He doesn’t care about me, Samara. He just let the wolf that hurt our baby escape.” I said sadly.
I shouldn’t have been surprised, though. From the very beginning, it was clear that Alpha Enzo had no love for me; our marriage was just a contract meant to create a powerful alliance between our families.
“Are you just going to endure his cold treatment?” Samara asked seriously.
“I don’t know, but I think I won’t stay here much longer.” I felt an urge pushing me to leave before I got hurt even more.
“What are you talking about, Amanda? Are you going to leave me?” I was startled to see Alpha Enzo stepping out of the bathroom.
I became anxious at his sudden appearance. “Huh? I didn’t say anything. I just meant I’m going to wash up later.” I mumbled.
He didn’t ask any further questions and left the room. I noticed that he had been leaving frequently, even when it wasn’t a hunting day.
“By the way, where are my clothes?” he asked, looking at me with a hint of confusion.