Susanna's POV
I knew damn well that crazy things happened in marriage once in a while, but this—?
This sound of flesh slapping against flesh that blended perfectly with the loud moaning and groaning coming right from my matrimonial bedroom?
This was simply on another level!
At first when my best friend, Fiona had sent me that message, I had thought it was a prank— you know, some sick joke to ruffle me.
[I think your husband may be cheating on you]; I had read it over and over again, before boarding the flight down here only to really see it was true.
Pain clawed at my heart. How could Derek do this to me? No! Why? Why would he break me this way? He loved me— we both loved each other.
In fact, before I had travelled to the human community to represent him at the leadership conference, he had acted all clingy.
He'd been so sick and hadn't wanted me to leave him alone. But I'd had to go so he wouldn't get into trouble for not attending.
So after everything, was this my reward for being the dutiful Luna? He lied about being sick!
How long had he been doing this? I was sure if Fiona hadn't found out and told me, this one would have still gone unnoticed.
Tears welled up in my eyes and even as I pushed them back, they rolled down my face regardless.
"Fuck! I think I'm gonna come!" Derek's voice snapped me out of my reverie, rough and raspy.
A laboured breath shuddered down my lungs and anger replaced the pain in my heart. He was about to come? Hell no!
Without thinking it twice, I pushed the door open with a loud bang. But even that bang didn't prepare me for the sight that welcomed me.
There was my husband of four years, Derek Heathrow, the Alpha of Darkmoon pack, kneeling on the bed as he gave hot backshots to a woman who was equally on her knees.
But what really had all the blood in my veins drying up and my eyes almost popping out of their sockets in horror was the woman's face.
What in the moon goddess's name was happening?
No! There was no bloody way my very own best friend, Fiona, would be having sex with my husband, right?
I closed my eyes, scratched it before opening it, but the mentally gory scene remained. My knees went weak as the weight of the betrayal threatened to.pull me apart.
"Why?" I barked.
"Why would you both do this to me, Fiona? Derek?"
My gaze trained on Derek who was putting on his clothes now, expecting to see remorse, guilt or better still, shame. But his face held nothing.
Just stoic blankness.
"Leave, Anna. I'll explain everything to you later." He said flatly.
My heart silently broke at his dismissive words. How could anyone be so brazen and calm after being caught cheating?
"You would explain everything later?" I snorted a bitter laugh. "You want to explain that somehow you found yourself balls deep into Fiona and it didn't mean anything?"
Fiona snickered derisively. "Girl, calm your nerves."
My blood boiled over a dangerous degree and I had to fight the urge to grab something— anything and hurl it at her head.
"How dare you, Fiona?" I ground out. "You sent me those texts on purpose. You—" my voice croaked out with emotions.
She sneered. "What text? I have no idea what you are talking—"
"Shut your trap!" I snapped. "How could you be so heartless after everything I did for you?"
"Is this the thank you that I get for letting you stay with me when you were chased out of your pack? Is this how you repay me for giving you everything you needed?"
"Every fucking thing!" I enunciated. "How could you have the guts to seduce my own hus—"
"Oh, please!" Derek's voice cut me off. "You think Fiona needed to seduce me? Hell no! You can never compare to her even if you tried."
"Rather than blaming Fiona, pin the blame on yourself for having misguided priorities. If you hadn't prioritized pack duties over our marriage, this wouldn't have happened!"
I couldn't help the incredulous scoff that escaped my throat as I tried to make sense of Derek's words.
"Do you even have a conscience?" My voice trembled with fury.
"How could you discard everything I've done for this pack ever since we got married? Have you forgotten how this pack was before? I made it as powerful and rich as it is today!'
"And after everything, your mess is somehow my fault?"
"Are you out of your mind?" Derek retorted. "How did you help the pack grow when your barren self couldn't even give me an heir?"
His words hit me like a slap to my face and the sting traveled all the way to my heart, crushing what remained of it into tiny shards.
Staring at Derek's face, he suddenly seemed like a different person. I had always thought my marriage to him had been the best decision in my life.
But now, I guess, it didn't count anymore.
After my father's death, I had been grieving and needed to get away from the pack that reminded me so much of him.
Fate had led me to dark moon pack and the same fate had brought both Derek and I together.
Before I knew it, we had gotten married and things had gone by so smoothly. Well, until the problem we never saw coming hit us like tidal waves.
No matter how much we tried, I couldn't get pregnant. However, Derek had been so sweet, telling me we could keep trying till the moon goddess eventually blessed us.
But now he was saying this?
"I'm divorcing you and breaking our mate bond!" His words jolted me.
"I no longer need you, Anna. Fiona has given me everything I ever wanted— a child! She's the one I want as my Luna, not you."
Susanna’s POVThe castle felt alive.Not in the warm, comforting way a home might be alive, but in the sharp, watchful way a predator waits in the dark.Every stone in these walls had seen things. Heard things. And right now, they were listening for me.Sebastian’s sentinels weren’t just guards they were wolves honed into living weapons. I could feel it in the way the air shifted around them, the way their movements carried no wasted energy. They didn’t need to see me to know I was there… all they had to do was sense the wrong breath, the wrong heartbeat, and the game would be over.But I wasn’t about to lose.Not to them.And definitely not to him.The plan was simple, reach Sebastian’s office without being caught. But “simple” in his castle was a lie. His security was a labyrinth of eyes and ears, both human and wolf. He’d designed it that way on purpose. This wasn’t just a test. This was him putting me in Derek’s mansion before we ever stepped foot there.I hugged the curve of the
Sebastian’s POVBy the time I made it to the forest the morning sun was just breaking over the high stone walls, casting long shadows across the packed dirt floor.Susanna was already there.She stood near the far end, hair loose around her shoulders, wearing black training leathers that clung to every curve. She wasn’t looking at me, but she knew I was there. I could tell from the way her spine straightened, the subtle shift of her stance.I forced my gaze off her body and onto the task at hand. This wasn’t supposed to be about last night.This was about Derek. This was about our plan. But my wolf didn’t care about missions or strategy right now he only cared about the fact that she still smelled like us.“Ready?” I asked, my voice carrying easily across the space.Her eyes flicked to mine for the briefest moment, then away again. “We have work to do.”The same words she’d thrown at me before leaving my room.I stepped onto the training floor, closing the distance between us. “We
Sebastian’s POVShe turned away from me before I could read her eyes.That alone told me everything I needed to know. She was running. Not with her legs. With her heart. I sat there, the crumpled sheets a testament to a night that she was desperately trying to erase. She moved toward the door in that silk robe like it was armor, each step a conscious effort to rebuild the walls she’d let me tear down. My fingers twitched with the urge to grab her, to pin her to the wall until she stopped pretending that last night was anything less than what it was, an undeniable truth.Her scent still clung to my skin, tangled with mine in a way no bath could erase. It was driving my wolf insane. He paced inside me, a caged beast of pure, possessive need, whispering one word over and over again.Ours.“Susanna,” I said, my voice low enough to make her stop mid air and step.She didn’t turn. I rose from the bed, slow, deliberate. The sheet slipped lower on my hips, a deliberate act of vulnera
Susanna’s POVI woke before the sun.The sheets were warm against my skin, smelling faintly of cedar, leather… and him. Sebastian’s scent clung to me like an invisible mark, one I couldn’t wash off no matter how many baths I took. My body still hummed faintly with the echoes of the night before a heat low in my stomach, a heavy languid ache in my muscles.And yet, the first thing that hit me wasn’t satisfaction.It was regret.Not the simple kind. Not the kind you feel when you make a mistake and wish you could undo it. This was deeper. More complicated.Because I couldn’t tell if I regretted what happened… or if I regretted how much I had wanted it.The memory was already pressing at the edges of my mind his hands gripping my hips like he’d waited his entire life to touch me, his mouth claiming mine like we were the only two people left in the world, the way his wolf had come through his eyes in molten gold and refused to let me go.I shifted slightly in the bed, and my thighs b
Sebastian’s POV“Say my name.”Her voice wasn’t just sound, it was a trigger.The last thread of restraint inside me snapped.I moved before I could think, before I could second-guess. My mouth crushed hers, a claiming, a taking my kiss demanding everything, her breath, her will, her surrender. She gave it, meeting me with heat, her fingers tangling hard in my hair as if she wanted to pull me deeper into her.My wolf surged forward with a growl I didn’t bother to hold back. I felt the shift in my eyes, the burn of gold flooding my vision, the sharpened edge to my senses. Her scent hit me like a drug, warm skin, faint lavender soap, and that intoxicating undertone that was her. My hands roamed greedily, mapping every inch, every curve, claiming territory I’d been holding myself back from for far too long.Her towel loosened under my grip. I didn’t give her the choice to keep it. One sharp tug and it fell away, pooling forgotten at our feet. I leaned back just enough to look at he
Susanna’s POVI could feel his eyes on me before I even turned.That heavy, unblinking stare the kind that pins you in place slid over my skin like a touch.Sebastian stood in the doorway, frozen mid-step. His gaze locked on me as though I were prey he had been tracking for far too long. His shoulders were tense, his chest rising slowly but heavily, every inhale sounding like it scraped against control.The air between us shifted thicker, darker, charged with something primal.And I knew exactly what it was.His wolf was pressing hard against him. I could see in his eyes that dangerous gold was bleeding through, the fight between control and surrender written in every taut line of his body.I didn’t move. Not yet.Instead, I let the steam curl lazily off my damp skin, clinging in small, shimmering beads that caught the morning light. I reached for the towel slowly, deliberately, letting the soft cotton slide against me as I wrapped it around myself.His gaze followed every moveme