SEE ME RAW

MAYA

Maria stood right outside the window, watching us. She didn’t move an inch, but her red eyes said it all. She was consumed by pure, bitter hatred, utterly miserable with the way things were going. The Alpha loved me. He was making me his wife and Luna, and the Moon Goddess had already blessed my womb with his heir. She had lost control, and it was driving her mad.

Edward's gaze shifted slightly, his head turning as if he felt an intruder's presence near the window.

"Edward, look at me," I whispered quickly, reaching up to frame his jaw with both hands, pulling his eyes back to mine so he wouldn't turn around and see the Luna crying out in the cold.

Maria was burning with jealousy, but I didn't care. In fact, I wanted to twist the knife deeper.

I slowly spread my legs wide apart on the mattress, angling my body so Maria had a clear, unobstructed view from the ledge. I grabbed Edward's large right hand and dragged it down my stomach, guiding his fingers straight to my wet, aching vagina.

"Finger me, my Alpha... please," I pleaded softly, arching my back against the pillows.

"Anything for you, Maya," Edward rumbled warmly.

He gladly slid two of his thick fingers inside me, curling them gently against my walls while his thumb stroked my swollen clitoris. As Edward fingered me, I kept my eyes wide open, staring past his shoulder directly at the window, making sure Maria saw every single bit of it. I let out low, needy moans, tilting my hips to meet his rhythm, watching Maria’s pale face twist in absolute agony.

"Eat me, Edward," I whispered, tugging at his hair. "I want your tongue on me."

Edward shifted down the bed without hesitation. He spread my thighs even further and pressed his face between my legs, lapping at my wet skin with long, deep strokes. I placed both of my legs over his broad back, resting my feet on his shoulders while he ate my pink pussy like a starving man. Outside, Maria stood frozen, forced to watch her husband worship the maid she had tried so hard to crush.

After a few breathless minutes of his wet tongue driving me wild, I tapped his shoulder, pulling him back up. I sat up on the bed and guided his hard, throbbing dick straight into my mouth. I wrapped my lips tight around his tip, taking him deep down my throat, giving him the absolute best blowjob of his life. Edward groaned loudly, his hands tangling into my hair as his hips twitched with intense pleasure.

I pulled back from his shaft with a wet pop, looking up at him with heavy eyelids.

"Make love to your Luna," I said seductively, elevating my voice just enough for Maria to hear every word clearly through the glass.

Edward didn't need to be told twice. He gathered me up in his powerful arms, lifting my hips and driving himself deep inside my waiting core. He made sweet, fierce love to me, his body slamming against mine in a rhythm that shook the heavy bed frame.

Maria stood right outside the glass, forced to watch us moan and scream in pleasure, holding each other tightly as wave after wave of intense climaxes crashed through our bodies.

When our heavy breathing finally began to settle, I looked past Edward's shoulder toward the cold windowpane.

"Did you enjoy it?" I asked, directing the question straight at Maria.

Edward, thinking the question was meant for him, smiled down at me softly, resting his forehead against mine. "Oh dear, I love you and I enjoy everything about you," he whispered tenderly, his thumb tracing my lower lip. "But... I see Philomena each time I make love to you. And again, you moan just like her..."

My heart took a sharp step back, but I forced my face to stay completely soft. I ignored the Philomena part entirely, smiling back into his amber eyes.

"I love you too, Edward," I replied gently.

Just as the words left my mouth, the latch on the balcony doors clicked open.

Maria walked in. She actually walked right into the room, stepping over the threshold with raw, unbearable pain written all over her pale face and bloodshot eyes. She looked broken, her expensive gown disheveled from the night air, her hands shaking violently at her sides.

"Have you abandoned me?" she asked Edward, her voice cracking into a pathetic, desperate sob.

Edward immediately withdrew from me, pulling the thick blanket up over my chest before turning his hard, cold gaze toward his wife.

"This was your plan, Maria," Edward said, his Alpha aura flaring with cold authority.

"This wasn't the plan!" Maria shrieked, cutting him off, tears streaming freely down her cheeks. "The plan was to get the maid pregnant to carry our heir! The plan was NOT for you to fall in love with the maid!"

"She is no longer a maid the moment she became pregnant with my child," Edward stated flatly, his voice leaving no room for argument.

Maria sobbed uncontrollably, clutching her stomach as if she had been physically struck.

Edward ignored her tears completely. He swung his legs over the side of the bed, pulled on his pants, and reached down to wrap a warm silk robe around my body. He took my hand tightly in his, lifting me off the bed, and together we walked straight past the weeping Luna, exiting my small attic room without looking back.

He led me down the grand staircase and past the long corridor, stopping at the double mahogany doors of the master suite.

"Start sleeping here," Edward said firmly, pushing the doors open to reveal his massive Alpha quarters. "This is your room now."

I walked into the grand room, looking around at the luxurious fur rugs, the massive fireplace, and the high canopy bed.

As I sat on the edge of the soft mattress, a quiet satisfaction settled deep in my chest. Maria was losing out on a lot of things, and she was losing them fast. She would no longer finger my vagina under the guise of examining me. She was no longer the only wife in this palace, and her husband no longer listened to a single word she said. The mysterious moving picture on the wall was still haunting her mind, driving her closer to the edge of sanity every single day.

And Lucas... Lucas was no longer here to do her dirty work.

My smile slowly faded as I stared into the flickering flames of the fireplace.

Lucas.

My mind retraced the events of yesterday—the locked door, his frantic confession, the terrifying story of Philomena's murder, and his sudden, painful death by poison right after he left Edward's study.

A heavy, dark question began to burn in my mind, casting a shadow over everything.

Who really killed Lucas?

Was it truly Maria, desperate to keep her secrets buried before her crown was ripped away? Or was it his own half-brother, Alpha Edward, silencing the boy who carried the truth about the throne, his mother's sins, and the dead princess?