Chapter 384 Nothing Can Shake a Shameless Woman

Sebastian’s POV

Abigail’s footsteps moved toward the stairs, but my mother stopped her.

“You’d better think very carefully. The only reason you’re allowed to sleep under this roof tonight is the child in your belly. If anything happens to that child, every hope you have dies with it.”

My father spoke before Abigail could answer.

“You say you can’t bear it now. But did you spare a single thought for Emilia when you were doing what you did?”

I went still. At least he remembered her when it was convenient.

“I warned you,” he continued. “Even if you married into this family, you would never have a happy day. You were so sure of yourself then. You said it didn’t matter.”

Abigail remained silent as he went on.

“Now you’re crying and making threats outside our bedroom. If you couldn’t accept what I told you, you shouldn’t have schemed to get pregnant with his child. Then neither you nor they would be suffering now.”

Their door shut a moment later. Apparently, my parents had reached their limit for the night.

I could still hear them talking as they moved away from the door.

“Unbelievable,” my mother muttered. “This woman has been here less than a week, and the house hasn’t known a moment’s peace.”

“Endure it,” my father replied. “Once the baby is born, we’ll find a way to be rid of her. Otherwise, this family will tear itself apart a little more every day.”

The woman beside me looked over. I shrugged. My parents had wanted Abigail in the house. They could hardly complain now that she was here.

Outside, Abigail had gone quiet. There were no footsteps, no pounding, and no more demands.

Perhaps she was finally beginning to understand her position. I hadn’t married her. We had no mate bond. My parents wanted her child, not her, and she’d just heard what they planned to do after he was born.

She’d fought to get into this house. Now she had to decide whether staying was worth it.

“She cornered our mate,” Ryder said. “Now she knows how it feels.”

I’d warned Abigail that I would make her understand what she’d put Emilia through. I intended to keep that promise.

Then she screamed.

The sound carried down the hallway. She stopped for breath and screamed again, but no doors opened.

My companion flinched and looked toward mine. “Should we do something?”

“No.” I switched off the lamp beside me. “Let her scream. No one here is coming to save her.”

We stayed where we were until she finally fell silent.

For the first time in days, I could sit without someone demanding something from me.

Somewhere far from this house, Emilia was starting a life I knew nothing about. But I intended to bring her home, whatever I had to do to make that possible.

Until then, Abigail could scream all she wanted.

I wasn’t going to comfort her.

By morning, our performance was almost over. Nothing had happened between us. I’d stayed in my bedroom and given her Emilia’s small room for the night.

I would have to ask the housekeeper to change the sheets and disinfect the room after she left. Letting someone else sleep there had been convenient, but I didn’t want another woman’s scent lingering in Emilia’s space.

Once we were dressed, she joined me outside my bedroom and slipped her hand through my arm. She was still playing her part, smiling as though we’d spent the night together.

Abigail was waiting in the hallway. Her eyes were swollen and her hair was a mess. From the look of her, she hadn’t slept.

The moment she saw us, she rushed forward and jabbed a finger at my chest.

“You’ve gone too far!” she screamed. “Do you hear me, Sebastian? Too far!”

I caught her wrist before she touched me, then released it.

“If you can’t stand it, then leave,” I said. “If you can’t tolerate even this much, trust me, the days ahead will only get worse.”

Ryder stirred inside me, amused. Abigail’s lip trembled, but she straightened rather than retreat.

“I know what you’re doing. You’re trying to provoke me. You want me so disgusted that I pack my bags and run. Well, it won’t work.” She lifted her chin. “I’ll tell you right now, Sebastian. You could drag ten women through that door. You could sleep with every single one of them. And I still wouldn’t go!”

I gave a short laugh. “Oh, I know you won’t leave. After all, there’s nothing in this world that can shake a woman with no shame.”

She clenched her fists, and I continued.

“I’ve been thinking about it, and I’ve come to a conclusion. There’s truly nothing I could do that would ever be enough to drive you out.”

Her face went pale, then red. Beside me, my companion laughed and leaned against my shoulder.

“Alpha Sebastian,” she said, looking up at me, “you really are such a wicked man.”

“So I’ve been told.”

We walked past Abigail and headed downstairs. I didn’t look back or offer her another word.

Before we reached the bottom, she screamed again. Apparently, getting everything she’d wanted wasn’t working out as she’d expected.