My Mate Sent Me To Prison I Return As His Nightmare novel Chapter 2

The moment I mentioned clearing my name, guilt flashed through Grayson's eyes before quickly disappearing behind irritation.

"Adira, why are you so fucking obsessed with the past?" he snapped, running his hand through his hair.

"I've never given a shit that you were once in the Silver Cage or that your wolf is damaged. Can't you just move the hell on?"

He paced in front of me, frustration radiating from every movement.

"I love you so damn much, and you won't even take care of yourself. It's honestly pathetic."

Realizing his tone was too harsh, he softened his voice.

"My Luna, I just hate seeing you torture yourself over things we can't change," he paused, changing the subject.

"Hey, the sanctuary called—your mom's doing better. The full moon's coming up, right? I'll bring her home to stay with us."

I stared at him through my tears, saying nothing.

Avoiding my gaze, he backed toward the door. "I'll make dinner. Get some rest."

Before I could respond, he disappeared, the door clicking shut behind him.

Since busy for pack business, Grayson had become the stereotypical Alpha who couldn't find the kitchen in his own house.

No one would believe he'd cook for his damaged, disgraced mate.

But of course, everything Grayson did was ultimately for Sylvia.

Once his footsteps faded, I grabbed my phone and called his mother old Luna Cassandra.

"I want out," I said flatly. "I'll sign the separation papers whenever you want. Just make it quick."

After a stunned pause, her venomous voice hissed through the speaker.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, demanding separation from my son?" she spat.

"If it weren't for Grayson's misplaced charity in claiming you, trash like you wouldn't qualify to scrub our den floors."

"Without him, you'd be a lone wolf begging for scraps somewhere."

I bit my lip hard enough to taste blood, my hand shaking around the phone.

Eventually, as if granting me a royal pardon, she said.

"Fine. Five days. When you sign those papers, take your insane mother and disappear from our pack forever."

For a whole year, old Luna Cassandra had threatened me to break my mate bond with Grayson weekly. Yet when I finally asked for it myself, she'd think I'd insulted the Luna place.

I must have passed out from exhaustion. Through the fog of sleep, I heard someone call my name. A hand touched my forehead, and I instinctively recoiled, though I couldn't escape completely.

It didn't matter anyway. In five days, I'd be gone.

Grayson shot me an approving look, like I was a pup who'd performed a trick correctly.

I grabbed my bag from the armchair and mumbled. "I'm going to visit my mother."

Sylvia immediately perked up.

"Visiting your mom? Can I tag along? I haven't seen her in ages!"

Both Sylvia and Grayson had been my father's star pupils before his death.

After Grayson took over his father’s pack, I became my father's most accomplished student, with Sylvia as the second-best.

Afraid I might refuse, Sylvia grabbed my arm with surprising force, shaking it eagerly.

The sudden movement sent my bag tumbling to the floor, its contents scattering across the hardwood.

Among the spilled items—a pregnancy confirmation from the pack healer.

Grayson snatched up the form, his eyes widening at the words "8 weeks pregnant."

While Sylvia, spotting the report, immediately burst into perfectly-timed tears.