Chapter 383 Who Do You Think You Are
Abigail’s POV
“You—” I raised my hand to slap her.
She caught my wrist before I could touch her. Her grip was stronger than I’d expected, and while I was still trying to pull free, she slapped me.
My head jerked sideways. I stumbled back and pressed a hand to my burning cheek.
“You—you dare?” My voice shook. “Do you have any idea who I am? You dare lay a hand on me?”
I was going to be Mrs. Simons, the Luna of Silver Moon. Who was she to slap me outside the house where I lived?
“Oh, I know exactly who you are.” She glanced at her nails. “You’re a mistress who clawed her way into this house by stepping on other people. Congratulations. That’s nothing to brag about, darling.”
She snorted. “Really. Nothing at all.”
Then she leaned against Sebastian and smiled up at him.
“Alpha Sebastian, the night is so precious for us. We shouldn’t waste any more of it standing out here in the cold.”
“Right.” Sebastian nodded, his eyes unfocused. “Let’s go.”
“Stop this instant!”
I stepped in front of them and shoved Sebastian in the chest. He staggered, but the woman kept hold of his arm.
“What is the meaning of this?! You bring a whore home to my face? Is this because you’re angry with me? Is this about the baby? Are you punishing me?!”
The woman laughed as though my anger amused her.
“Ooh, careful with that mouth of yours.” She wagged a finger at me. “Who’s the whore now, hm? And even if I am one—look at you, honey. You’re in no position to look down on anyone.”
“Sebastian Simons!”
I turned to him, waiting for him to defend me. Whatever he felt about me, I was carrying his child. Surely he wouldn’t let a stranger humiliate me like this.
He blinked, still unsteady on his feet.
“Hm? What’s the matter?” he muttered. “I don’t see anything wrong with what she said.”
I stared at him, my cheek throbbing. For a moment, I felt so dizzy I thought I might faint.
Sebastian’s POV
I turned to the woman beside me and smiled. She was the best friend of Caleb’s girlfriend, and she’d agreed to help me put on a show. So far, she was doing an excellent job.
We left Abigail in the driveway and walked into the house, laughing. As we crossed the living room, I leaned toward my companion.
“Nicely done.”
She winked. “It was nothing. As long as you’re happy, Alpha.”
Abigail was still outside when we headed upstairs. Apparently, she’d needed a moment to accept that I’d brought another woman home.
By the time we reached my bedroom, she’d recovered. She charged up the stairs after us and began pounding on the door.
“Come out! Both of you, come out, you shameless… Come OUT!”
I stopped pretending to be drunk and sat on the sofa by the window. Ryder settled inside me, amused by the noise.
The woman glanced at the door. “Is she going to scream like that all night?”
“No. She’ll call for reinforcements any second now. Watch.”
I knew Abigail. When she couldn’t get her way, she found someone else to pressure on her behalf. Tonight, that would be my parents.
Sure enough, the pounding stopped. After a few moments, she marched down the hall and started on their door instead.
“Mom, Dad, get up! Get up right now!”
I leaned back and listened. In the quiet house, her voice carried without difficulty.
My parents must have heard her long before she reached their room. They knew my temper, and I suspected they also knew I hadn’t invited Abigail here to make her happy. Neither had come out to interfere.
My mother finally answered, sounding sleepy. “What’s wrong?”
“Your son brought a woman home for the night!” Abigail shouted. “He doesn’t care about me at all. If you don’t do something about this, I’ll send your precious grandson straight to hell!”
There it was. She hadn’t even been here a week, and she was already threatening them with the baby.
“Calm down,” my father said. “I’ll go see what’s happening.”
A little later, he knocked on my door. I stayed on the sofa and let him knock again.
“Sebastian.”
My mother tried next. I gave her the same answer: nothing.
My father kept at it, talking about the late hour, the baby, and the need to be reasonable. I ignored every word. Ryder seemed to enjoy that almost as much as I did.
Eventually, my father sighed.
“Forget it,” he told Abigail. “He’s under a great deal of pressure right now. You’ll have to be patient with him.”
“Patient?” she shrieked. “Who on earth could be patient with THIS? I’m not a fool!”
“Then what would you have us do?” my father asked. “We can’t exactly break down his door because he won’t open it.”
“If you can’t even control your own son,” Abigail spat, “then what good are you? I don’t care. If you don’t throw that little slut out tonight, I will not let this go easily.”
I sat forward. She’d apparently forgotten that my parents tolerated her for the baby, not because they enjoyed taking orders from her.
“If we could control our son,” my mother said, “you wouldn’t be standing here tonight at all.”
For once, Abigail had no immediate reply. The woman beside me raised her eyebrows, and I almost smiled.
“So that’s it?” Abigail demanded at last. “You’re just going to let this slide?”
“You’d better make peace with reality,” my mother said. “There’s nothing we can do.”
“Rubbish! What woman alive could stand by while her man sleeps with someone else? If you won’t handle this, I swear your grandson will suffer for it!”