LOGIN"Do you want me to touch you?" And that was how the walls I had created in my heart started to crumble, one by one. "Please touch me!" Did she even know what she was saying! "You are playing with fire little miss." "Then let it burn me!" ******* Betrayed on her anniversary, former Luna Soraya walks in on her husband and best friend in her own bed. Shattered and thrown aside, she falls into the arms of a powerful stranger, only to wake up bound to him by a marriage contract she drunkenly signed. When that stranger reveals himself as Alpha-King Damon Sterling, her ex-husband’s stepfather, the real war begins. Their alliance starts with raw passion, a dangerous fire meant only for revenge… but it quickly unravels secrets neither of them saw coming. A buried truth from the past rises, forcing them to face the reality that they were never just each other’s bed-bullyings, they were fate colliding. Together, they plot a ruthless revenge that will tear apart lies, topple power, and expose the darkest secret of all: Elara’s child isn’t Dorian’s. And Soraya?
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I smiled as I held the bouquet of flowers closer to my heart, my amber eyes moving from the bouquet of flowers to the rooms through the hallway in front of me. “He is here today. I know he doesn't expect the surprise and this is the best idea ever.” I murmured to myself. Remembering the dish I had prepared earlier before heading to the mall, I smiled again. I knew Alpha Dorian wasn't ready for this, for the fourth anniversary as he had been busy with pack work but now that he was here, I would surprise him. Our fourth anniversary! With that in mind, I smiled and turned to the hallway that led to the many rooms, one being our matrimonial room with Alpha Dorian. “Luna?” I heard someone calling and I turned to meet Sofia, her hands trembling as she stared at anything else except me. “What is it?” Sofia had been my personal maid since I became Alpha Dorian's Luna four years ago. She was given to me by Alpha Dorian's father, the former Alpha. Well, I didn't have one as I had been an Omega in Redclad Pack and only became Luna after marrying Dorian. “Can I talk to you?” I furrowed my eye-brows at her words. Couldn't she see me with a bouquet of flowers? Wasn't she there when I was preparing a special meal for my husband? “Not now, Sofia.” Something popped up in my head and I turned to her. “Is the Alpha in?” Okay, don't misunderstand me. Alpha Dorian had been out of the pack for a week now. Earlier this morning, he had called to tell me that he would come today, that he had something to tell me. It's either he did remember that today was our fourth anniversary and that was why he had to leave his work and come, or else there was something important he really wanted to tell me. After preparing everything, I went shopping to buy this bouquet of flowers and an expensive watch that took off all my savings but my savings weren't as important as my husband. Right? Besides, it had been long since we spend time together as a couple. And now, I just came from there, ready to surprise him. “Of course, but…” “If he is in, then that's the perfect time to surprise him, right?” I cut Sofia off, walking forward then turned back to show her my red dress that hugged my curved body well. At the side on the right leg, there was a long slit that moved to the end of the dress, showing off my pale-rose thigh. The dress was short sleeved at the top and it showed part of my cleavage, making anyone droll at my round boobs. I just couldn't wait to see Dorian’s face when he saw me like this. I wore black stilettos that matched my dress and a black purse that had the watch and other women's things in it. “Luna, you should come with me, I really want to tell you…” “Stop it now, I need to go meet Dorian.” I pushed Sofia's hand away from me slightly and walked to the direction of the rooms, specifically, our room. I just didn't understand why Sofia was hesitant about wanting me to follow her. It seemed strange. Sighing, I push those thoughts aside, sure as the sun, that if Dorian was in the mansion, then he must be in our matrimonial room. After all, the packhouse and our mansion were different. And he had no office here except the study room which was a private small room inside our main room. As I walked towards our room, I could hear Sofia calling after me but I didn't turn back. I would talk to her later. After all, she was my only person I was closer to apart from Elara, my best friend. Something happened, making me stop in my tracks. It was Latina I was sure she had just whimpered in my head after going mute for many years. Latina, my wolf, never came out when I was supposed to shift, six years ago, but she was able to communicate with me. ‘Latina?’ I called as I swallowed hard, my heart throbbing in my chest. ‘Latina?’ I called again, but she didn’t answer. What was going on? I could feel something was wrong but I couldn’t pinpoint exactly what was the problem. Suddenly, a pain shot on my stomach threatening to make me kneel down but hell no! I had to push forward. Besides, this was not the first time I felt like this. Actually, it was the tenth time I was good at calculating. And now, it seemed I had gotten used to it. I once asked Elara about it as I was raised as an Omega, and as an Omega, I didn't know much about this kind of pain. But she just laughed it off, saying it was maybe I was overthinking. Sighing, I staggered to the front of my door and froze. I could hear some voices coming from my bedroom. No. For a moment, I couldn't breathe. My mind refused to accept what my ears were hearing. I clenched my fists, fury overriding my pain, and stormed toward the master bedroom. If some maid was foolish enough to be in my bed on my anniversary, they would regret it. I threw the door open. And my world shattered, my eyes widened while my mouth was left agape, thanks to my hands that covered my face or else a fly might have gotten access to my mouth. Dorian and Elara. On our matrimonial bed, their bodies slamming against each other, fresh by flesh and the sound was all over the place. No! Not voices but moans! Could it be the reason for the pain from earlier? Goddess! My adrenaline shot to my face, making me flinch in pain. I couldn’t breathe. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, praying that this was only a dream, but I was wrong. When I opened them again, the sight was still the same. Staring at Elara who was on top of none other than Dorian, she didn't even look at me. I guess they hadn't seen me. But I was wrong, I just opened the door. There was no way they hadn't heard me now. “E-Elara?” I called, my body trembling so was my mouth, my heart broken into pieces that the bouquet of flowers I was holding landed on the floor before I even registered how it happened. “Thank the Goddess, you finally saw it, Soraya,” she said, stretching lazily, as though she had just woken from a peaceful nap. “We were tired of hiding.” “Isn't it, love?” She turned to Dorian and asked. This was the same woman I had trusted, the woman I had loved like a sister, the same woman I had fought with Dorian to accept into our pack. Goddess! “Of course.” I heard the deep and cold voice that had always been my favourite spoke, bringing me back to the world, and my knees buckled about to give up but I couldn't be weak, not now. “D-Dorian, w-what is the meaning of this?”SORAYA’S POV“What do you mean, shortages of food?” My voice came out sharper than I intended, edged with disbelief. I gripped the phone tighter, the cool metal pressing into my palm as if it could anchor me.Lucas exhaled heavily on the other end, the sound crackling through the speaker. "Exactly what I said, Soraya. The storehouses are half empty. Suppliers have stopped deliveries. The pack families with pups are rationing meat. Some of the elders haven’t had proper meals in days.” His words trembled at the edges, exhaustion and shame woven through every syllable. “It’s… it’s bad. Worse than I’ve ever seen.”My chest tightened until breathing felt difficult. Redclad Pack had always been proud, wealthy, untouchable. The thought of children going hungry in the home I once helped run clawed at something raw inside me. I pressed my free hand to my stomach, trying to still the sudden churn.“How did it get this far?” I whispered, sinking back onto the bed. The silk robe slipped off one
SORAYA’S POVThe shrill ringtone sliced through the quiet room like a knife, jolting me awake. My hand shot out instinctively toward the bedside table, fingers fumbling until they closed around the phone. The screen glowed harshly in the dim morning light, and when the caller’s ID flashed across it, my body froze. My heart slammed against my ribs, pounding so hard I could feel it in my throat. My fists clenched the soft duvet pulled up to my chest, knuckles turning white.I turned my head slowly, breath catching as I stared at the empty space beside me. The sheets were still rumpled, the pillow bearing the faint indent of his head, but he was gone. Again. Just like always. A sharp ache twisted deep in my chest, stealing my breath for a moment. The phone kept ringing, insistent and cruel, dragging me back. I stared at the screen, thumb hovering, then swiped to end the call. Silence rushed in, heavy and thick.I slid back to the centre of the bed, pulling the duvet over my head like a
SORAYA’S POVHis agreement hung in the air between us, simple and profound, like a key turning in a long-locked door. My heart raced, not just from the surprise of his nod, but from the way his eyes softened, holding mine with an intensity that made my skin tingle. The foyer felt smaller now, the moonlight filtering through the windows casting silver glows across his sharp features, highlighting the curve of his jaw, the fullness of his lips. I stepped closer without thinking, my bare feet silent on the cool marble floor, drawn to him like gravity."Damon," I whispered, my voice barely audible, laced with the gratitude that swelled inside me. My hands found his chest again, fingers spreading over the firm muscles beneath his shirt, feeling the steady thump of his heart matching my own erratic rhythm. He didn't pull away. Instead, his hands rose to cup my face, thumbs brushing my cheeks in slow, deliberate strokes that sent shivers cascading down my spine."You deserve more than this w
SORAYA’S POV“You are late.”The deep, sharp voice cut through the dim foyer from the window and froze me mid-step just inside the door.Dammit. He was home early. I had counted on the mansion staying empty and silent like always.“You are also tipsy.”I bit my lower lip hard. My fingers dug into the door frame for support. My other hand clutched my stilettos. I had slipped them off the second I stepped in because I refused to let the click-clack echo through the halls this late.Holy shiet. I was screwed.Why tonight? He never came back before midnight. Sometimes he stayed out until dawn. I was used to tiptoeing in while the house remained dark and asleep.The party had been too good. Laughs. Shots. Dancing. I had ignored his warning and forgotten the time completely.Fuck.“You know, little kitten...”Fuck this man and the way his voice curled around that nickname.I had gone from little wolf to doll and now kitten. Each one hit different and made my stomach twist.I squeezed the sh






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