THE FIRST ONE

SALOME

Williams looked at me for a long, quiet moment, his deep blue eyes filled with a mixture of confusion and hurt. But seeing the tears streaming down my cheeks, he didn't push me. He let out a long, heavy sigh, pulled his shirt back over his broad chest, and quietly moved to his side of the bed. He pulled the covers up, turned his back to me, and within thirty minutes, his heavy breathing told me he had slept off.

I lay awake in the dark for a long time, staring at his broad, motionless back, feeling an overwhelming wave of regret washing over my heart.

The next morning, the soft golden light of the sun woke me up. I blinked my eyes open, expecting to find the bed empty as usual, but Williams was standing right beside the mattress.

He was wearing a casual gray sweater and dark pants, carrying a wooden tray loaded with hot pancakes, fresh strawberries, squeezed orange juice, and steaming tea. He carefully set the tray down across my lap and gave me a soft, cautious smile.

"Good morning, my Luna," he said gently, his voice low and warm.

I stared at the delicious food, my heart melting into a puddle. "Williams... you made breakfast for me?"

"I did," he replied, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I wanted to make sure you started your day properly."

I picked up the fork and began to eat. The pancakes were soft and sweet, but with every bite, the guilt inside my chest grew heavier. I felt so terribly sorry about how I had pushed him away last night. He had brought me flowers, apologized on his knees, and tried to love me, and I had panicked over ghosts from his past.

I set the fork down and looked up into his eyes, my voice barely above a whisper. "Williams... about last night. I am so sorry for pushing you away like that. You didn't do anything wrong."

Williams reached out, placing his warm palm over my hand, misinterpreting my words entirely. "Salome, you don't need to apologize to me. I completely understand. I abandoned you at the sports facility sick bay with Miriam, and you were hurt and traumatized. It was my fault for not checking on you sooner. You had every right to be upset."

I opened my mouth to tell him the real truth—that it was Miriam's bitter words about their past sex life that had ruined my mind—but seeing how genuinely sorry he felt about leaving me, the words caught in my throat. I decided to let him keep his explanation.

"Are you feeling better today?" he asked, his eyes scanning my face tenderly. "Would you still love to go for hockey training with me today, or do you want to rest at home?"

"I want to go," I said, a sudden spark of desire flaring up in my chest as I looked at his handsome face and broad shoulders. "I definitely want to go... but on one condition."

Williams raised an eyebrow, a slight smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "What condition?"

I pushed the breakfast tray aside, looked him straight in the eyes, and slid my nightgown up my thighs, exposing my bare skin to the morning air. "I must get a round of good sex first. The one we couldn't finish last night."

Williams's eyes darkened instantly, the soft smile turning into a fierce, predatory grin. "Is that so?"

"Yes," I murmured, my voice dripping with heat.

Without wasting a single second, Williams moved. He threw the covers back, grabbed me by my waist, and flipped me over onto my stomach. He pulled my hips up high, pushing my lower body toward the edge of the headboard, pinning my upper body against the cold bedroom wall. He didn't even take his pants all the way off—he just unzipped them, lined his thick, throbbing penis against my wet hole, and drove himself straight inside me from behind in one deep, ruthless push.

"Ahhhh! Goddess!" I cried out, my hands scrambling against the wall as the sudden, glorious fullness stretched me completely.

Williams gripped my waist with an iron hold, leaving warm pressure marks on my skin as he began to pound into me with heavy, relentless force. The impact of his body against mine echoed sharply through the quiet master suite.

"You want this, Salome?" he growled low in my ear, his breath hot against my neck as his hips slapped against my rear. "You want your husband to take you like this?"

"Yes! Harder, Williams! Go harder!" I screamed, completely abandoning all my manners, arching my back to meet every single brutal, deep thrust.

He didn't hold back at all. Williams was a total sex machine—a powerful, dominant wolf who knew exactly how to drive a woman to the absolute edge of madness. He hit every sweet spot inside me with exact precision, taking me with a raw, wild intensity that made my knees shake and my head spin. Bless the Goddess of the Moon that I didn't scream the entire palace down, because my loud, breathless moans filled the room, echoing off the high ceiling as he drove us both higher and higher.

Within minutes, my inner muscles clamped around his thick shaft, squeezing him tightly as a shattering orgasm ripped through my entire body. Williams let out a deep, guttural roar, holding me tightly against the wall as he released his hot warmth deep inside me, his body trembling against mine until we both collapsed together onto the messy sheets, breathless and completely drenched in sweat.

After showering and dressing in fresh athletic gear, Williams and I drove together to the pack's private hockey facility in high spirits. The warmth between us was fully restored, his hand resting securely over my knee as he drove.

However, the moment we stepped through the glass doors of the sports complex, the light, happy atmosphere vanished.

Miriam was standing near the main lobby, surrounded by three league officials and the head coaches. The moment she saw Williams enter with me by his side, her jaw tightened, but she quickly put on her professional face and stepped forward.

"Williams," Miriam called out, her voice sharp and urgent. "The league board just arrived for an unannounced emergency meeting regarding our team's playoff schedule. All team captains and club managers must be in the conference room immediately."

Williams frowned, looking down at me with an apologetic expression. "Salome, I am so sorry. I have to go to this meeting."

"It's fine," I said softly, giving his hand a reassuring squeeze, refusing to let Miriam see any frustration on my face. "Go do your work. I will go down to the arena and practice on my own."

"Thank you, my Luna," he murmured, kissing my forehead quickly before turning around and rushing down the corridor with Miriam and the officials trailing right behind him.

Left alone once again, I took a deep breath, grabbed my wooden stick, and headed down the tunnel to the main ice rink.

To my surprise, the rink wasn't empty. A small group of young, enthusiastic beginners—the pack's new recruits—were glided around on the smooth ice, practicing basic passes under the supervision of the senior facility coordinator, a kind old wolf named Coach Marcus.

"Luna Salome!" Coach Marcus greeted me with a warm, respectful bow as I stepped onto the ice. "It is an honor to have you here. Alpha Williams mentioned you were eager to learn."

"Thank you, Coach," I smiled, feeling genuinely welcomed for the first time in this place. "I just want to practice my balance and basic shots."

"Join the new recruits!" Coach Marcus offered warmly. "They are practicing drills."

For the next two hours, I threw myself completely into training. Working alongside the newbies was refreshing. There were no jealous stares, no cruel mind games, and no toxic whispers about the past. They treated me with kindness and respect, and Coach Marcus patiently corrected my posture, showing me how to put real power behind my swings. By the end of the session, my arms were aching, but I was shooting the puck with impressive speed and accuracy.

Just as we were wrapping up the session, the heavy double doors at the top of the stands clicked open.

The emergency meeting had ended. Williams, Miriam, the league coaches, and several pack elders walked out onto the high balcony overlooking the ice rink.

Coach Marcus looked up at the balcony, then turned back to me with a bright, proud smile on his face. He blew his whistle loudly, gathering the attention of everyone in the arena.

"Listen up, everyone!" Coach Marcus announced, his voice booming clearly across the quiet sheet of ice, echoing all the way up to where Williams and Miriam were standing. "Luna Salome has shown unbelievable progress today! Her natural balance, agility, and shooting power are remarkable for a beginner!"

I blushed, looking up toward the balcony. Alpha Williams was looking down at me, his eyes wide with surprise and immense pride, a huge, radiant smile spreading across his handsome face.

Beside him, Miriam’s face turned completely pale, her dark eyes flashing with pure disbelief as she stared at me standing confidently on the ice.

Coach Marcus wasn't finished. He looked up at the league board members and raised his clipboard, making an official announcement that made my heart leap straight into my throat.

"In fact," Coach Marcus declared loudly, "with the approval of the league coordinators, Luna Salome has cleared all basic requirements! She is officially cleared to play a special exhibition game next week—facing off directly against Lady Miriam's club!"

A sudden, deafening silence fell over the arena.

High up on the balcony, Miriam’s clipboard slipped from her hands, clattering loudly against the concrete floor. She stared down at me, her lips trembling with an absolute, lethal rage, her face completely drained of color.

I stood tall on the icy surface, holding my hockey stick firmly in my grip, looking directly up into Miriam’s furious eyes. The time for hiding in the palace, crying over text messages, and listening to her cruel lies was officially over. Next week, on this very ice, in front of Alpha Williams and the entire pack, we were going to settle this once and for all.