Selling Myself To The Alpha
Chapter 140

Liana POV

"Luna, Edith is awake, and asking for you," an Omega reports.

"Is she sober?" I ask surprised and put my book down. I did not expect Edith to wake up until tomorrow morning.

"Not entirely," the Omega pulls a face. "And she won't be until tomorrow morning."

"I'll see her when she's sober," I roll my eyes and pick up my book.

I enjoyed a great meal at dinner and indulged in a luxurious bath. No way I'm spoiling my good mood. I know I sound selfish and entitled but it was after Nicky's confession, it took a lot to replace my composure again. Especially after Michelle examined Nicky and told us the true horror she had to endure.

"Luna, she also wants to see Nicky, the Omega wrings her fingers nervously. "Should I tell her she's gone?"

"No," I exhaled deeply and put the book down again. I will just have to suck it up and face Edith. "Exactly how drunk is she?"

"Well, I wouldn't let her drive," she giggles. "But she's aware and her speech is normal."

"Thanks," I dismiss her and stand up.

I do not like Edith, and I do not know why. I am sympathetic to her situation and feel bad for judging her. She did not do or say anything to justify my feelings towards her. I simply just do not like her.

I knock twice on Edith's door before entering the room.

Edith has taken a shower and cleaned up. If I had not seen her lying in her own vomit earlier today, I would never know she was still intoxicated.

"Luna," she jumps out of the chair and walks towards me."

I'm so sorry about... you know."

"Do you even remember today?" I raise my eyebrows.

"No," embarrassment coloured her cheeks red. "An Omega told me."

"Sit down, Edith," I sigh and sit down. I wait until she settles into a chair. "Tell me what happened."

"I was sad," she shrugs and looks down at her fumbling fingers. "I had a drink, and after the second one I didn't see a reason to stop."

"Are you often so sad?" I ask.

"No," she glances at me before looking down again. "Just... sometimes when things get too much."

"Times like when Sam beat you or r***d Nicky?" I know my words are merciless and cruel, but it is effective. Edith turns as white as a ghost and her eyes wide when she looks at me.

"You know," she croaks. "Who told you?"

"You're not denying it, so it's irrelevant," I shrug. "But now is the time to tell me your version."

"What do you want me to say?" Her bottom lip starts quivering. "My husband was abusive and sometimes I would drink to cope. I don't see the need for gory details."

"Have you ever tried leaving him?" I ask softly. "Or report him?"

"I thought about it all the time" she sniffs and looks up at the ceiling. "But I couldn't. Sam was a bastard, but he was my bastard and I loved him."

"Not even when he started abusing Nicky?" I intertwine my fingers. It is common for women to stay with their abusive husbands. I even understand that. Fear, doubt, and control are only a few factors why women stay. But should she not, as a mother, at least try and break free for the sake of her child?

"He never hit her," she croaks.

"No," I sneer. "He only kicked her senselessly when she was pregnant with his child."

"That only happened once," she looks at me with blazing eyes. "His fists were reserved for me only. He never laid a hand on her."

"Are you kidding me?" I explode. "He r***d her!"

"Only the first time," she argues. "After that Nicky allowed him to have s*x with her."

close my eyes and take a deep, deep breath to stop myself from beating this woman myself. Did Sam beat common sense out of her?

"Edith," my voice is low and ominous. "Nicky never allowed him anything. She simply took it out of fear."

"Do you think it was fun for me?" She looks at me with disgust. "Laying in bed, feeling the pain of betrayal while knowing you're too old and ugly to satisfy your mate. I begged him to stay away from her, but he literally spat in my face and beat me."

"Is that why you killed him?" I change the subject. Arguing with her about Sam's abuse is futile. She is either too stupid to comprehend what happened in her household or Sam has beaten her brain to the size of a pea. "Because I would kill my husband if he touched my child."

"No, I didn't... it wasn't me... he committed suicide," she stutters with wide eyes.

"Bullshit," I sneer. "He was murdered, and you know it."

"It wasn't me!" She shouts and jumps out of the chair. "I swear, it wasn't me."

"Sit. Down," I order, and she silently obeys. "Who killed him?

And don't tell me you don't know because you do."

"I don't know their names," she mumbles and avoids eye contact.

"Your husband was an Enforcer and you're expecting me to believe you never met his gang?" I scoff.

"I'm not discussing them with you," she says adamantly."

Nothing you will do to me will be worse than what they'll do. If they know I'm here talking about them, I will face a fate far worse than death."

"Have it your way," I stand up. "I'm sure they won't come looking for you at your motel. Especially if they know you spend a night here and Nicky has left Moonstone."

"What have you done to her?" Edith yells and jumps up.

"What you should've done the first time Sam looked at her with [**t," I hiss. "I took her to safety and got her the help she needs."

"You're so quick to judge but you weren't there," she shouts.

"I had nowhere to go. Sam refused that I work. I had no money and no friends I could turn to. There was no Alpha Axel or Alpha Adele I could turn to. Only Jack, the founder of The Enforcers. rike was not the worst thing that could've happened to her, believe me." "She lost her uterus!" I snap. "Whoever did the abortion butchered her and she will never have children. The price for loving Sam was your grandchild and her uterus. No man is worth that much, I don't care how much you loved him." "I...I didn't know that," pain flushes over her face.

"Edith, please," I sigh to calm myself. "Help me replace the men that did that to her. You couldn't protect her against Sam, but you can help her replace justice."

"Sheldon," she mumbles and sits down. "He's an Enforcer and did the abortion."

"Thank you," I say relieved. It is a start.

"Where's Nicky?" she asks softly. "I must say goodbye.

They will know I told you about Sheldon and then they'll come for me."

"No, they won't," I say firmly. "We're going to have a beautiful funeral for Sam, and then you and Nicky will disappear. They will never replace you."

"Where's Nicky?" She asks again as if she has not heard a word I said.

"She had a mental breakdown, Edith," I say softly. "She's been admitted and is getting the best medical care we can provide. I'll call the doctor and ask him when you can see her."

"I didn't know they mutilated her," she buries her face in her hands and starts sobbing. "Sam said she had a miscarriage and ... he kicked her so many times. I didn't think the baby could survive it. The miscarriage made sense."

"It's not your fault," I rest my hand on her shoulder. "That's on Sam. Don't worry about it, Edith. We'll take care of everything. You and Nicky will not be hurt again."

"Thank you, Luna," she sniffs, stands up and lays down on the bed.

I sigh inwardly as I look at the pathetic bundle on the bed. I am furious with her. If she only left Sam none of this would have happened to her and Nicky. Allowing your husband to abuse you, is one thing. Allowing him to abuse your child, another.

But she is right. I was not there. Sam was not shy with his fists. I did not endure the abuse or walk in her shoes. I do not know how overwhelming her fear was. There is no guarantee what I would have done if I were Edith. We all think we know how we will react and what we will do in situations, but when reality strikes, we could do the opposite. Besides, blaming her is not going to solve anything. All I can do is help them forward.

I turn away and walk towards the door. It is time to meet Sheldon.