A Mafia boss revenge

Maya's POV

“Yes, baby…”

I heard a moan the moment I stepped into the hallway of prince Ashen, my boyfriend and mate's mansion. Followed by the unmistakable sound of skin slapping skin, and a guttural growl.

I wasn't supposed to be here today. I had quickly dropped by to pick up my science textbook that I had left in his apartment yesterday.

I froze.

Was he cheating on me?

Ohhhh… no. This can't be happening right?

I forced myself to move towards the room. The door stood ajar, just enough for me to peek in.

The air ripped off my lungs as I tried to understand the scene unfolding in front of me. My body was trembling so much and my eyes were already burning with tears.

Ashen Whitmore—the prince heir of my pack—Crimson Dusk Pack—was there… but not alone. Standing in front of him was Lyra Brooks—my best friend.

She was on her knees, her fingers digging into his thighs and Ashen was thrusting his cock into her mouth like some slut from the slumps.

“You…. slut,” Ashen growled in pleasure, his head thrown back. “Take all of it. Yes, baby… I love it. That Maya can never compare to you.“

This was my childhood best friend of twelve years, my first love and boyfriend of six months, slandering me at the slightest opportunity.

I swallowed past the bile rising in my throat. “Ashen!“ I choked out.

Their heads snapped towards me, but they didn't stop. Instead Ashen groaned in pleasure, eyes dark like he was about to reach climax. Lyra's lips curled into a smirk.

And just like that, he pulled out of her mouth, and she swallowed his cum like the slut that she is.

This was it. This was the highest level of disrespect and betrayal anyone can get.

As much as I wanted to let my tears fall and scream the place down, I knew I couldn't. This was no time nor place for weakness. I have to confront them.

I forced my legs further into the room. “You whore! How can you be screwing my mate?! You're my best friend for God's sake!“ I roared, my voice surprisingly steady.

Lyra didn't say a word. She stood up gracefully, picked up her clothes that were scattered across the floor and started putting them on.

Ashen was putting on his pants.

My rage boiled over. “I'm talking to you.“ My hand connected to her face.

Pa!

The impact snapped her head to the side. She clenched her cheeks. “Are you crazy?“ She spat through gritted fangs, glaring at me murderously.

Ashen stood between us, his jaw tightened, and his fists clenched. “What the hell are you doing, Maya?“ He let out a growl and then turned back at her, holding her to his chest. “Are you okay?“

She nodded slowly.

I ran a hand through my hair as frustration coursed through my bones as I watched my mate care for another woman like she was his world while I'm just the villain in their love story.

“You both are shameless!“ I spat.

Ashen turned towards me. “You are the one who is shameless!“ he spat back.

“Really? How? All I did was love and care for you. I'm your mate for Goddess sake.“

“Mate?“ He scoffed like I was a joke—one he didn't quite get. “Mate, huh? You really think I will let a useless and weak Omega like you stand beside me as my Luna?“ He asked, voice sharp with maskily thin disdain that left me wondering if my prince has always been like this. “You shouldn't even compare yourself to Lyra—the Beta's daughter.“

I opened my mouth to talk but no words came out.

Ashen wasn't done yet. He continued. “Quit being delusions, Maya. You're nothing but my little plaything. Your pussy was so tight and sweet. That's all you would ever be. A perfect hole for my cock.“

Gods…… the words pierced through my heart like a dagger and ripped it out. My body trembled with so much pain, hot tears streaming down my cheeks.

A hole?

Me?

“I thought you loved me? I thought you said it doesn't matter if I'm strong or not? Doesn't matter if I have a wolf or not! You said I'm perfect just the way I am?“ I asked, my voice trembling slightly.

Their laughter—sharp and mocking, echoed through the room.

“You are so stupid to have believed that, Maya,” Lyra purred. She stepped closer to me. Her hands reached out, brushing a strand of stray hair from my face. “You pathetic little thing. You're just like your mother, aren't? She has seduced and have been fucked by all the men in the pack.“

I clenched my fists in anger. My mother was cruelly referred to as the Pack's whore. The reason is because she has an incredible smell that makes all the men go crazy for her.

In the eighteen years that I have been born, I couldn't count the number of men my mother has gotten married to. Almost every year, I have a new step father, but end up parting ways after a few months together.

Mother is shameless and that's one of the most annoying parts of being her daughter. She doesn't know who my father is because she got pregnant while she was still a teenager.

I didn't say a word. I turned to Ashen instead. “Since you hate me so much, why did you tell me we are mates?“

I haven't gotten my wolf yet, so I couldn't perceive my mate or know who he is, but eight months ago on my eighteenth birthday, Ashen confessed to me that we're mates. And stupid me, who has been in love with him, thought I had found favor in the sight of the Moon Goddess.

“No, we're never mates! The Moon Goddess would never give me a mate as foolish as you. You were nothing but a bet I had with Lyra. I told her I was going to be the first man to fuck your virgin pussy and so,” his voice rose higher with pride, “I did it.“

I gripped my throbbing head. Everything—the betrayal, their confessions—it was too much for me to bear.

“Noo, no, no!“ I stepped back and ran out of the room, down the stairs, and out into the empty dark street.

I don't know where I'm going but I knew I needed to get away from it all.

There was really nothing exciting about my life. All my life, I have been judged, bullied and spat on because of my mother and the only two people, who I thought had my back are nothing but fake too.

Ashen deceived me, used me and then discarded me.

Lyra is a manipulative liar.

I thought of dying, yet I couldn't. I won't be able to live with the ridicule if everyone in the Pack finds out—but good thing I’m already leaving.

I swear, they’ll regret this.