Chapter One

Aella's POV

Excitement would not be the end of me, I muttered happily, opening the door to my room quietly.

The women would yell at me if they saw me leaving, but I had to go to his room. His face was an antidote for my excitement, and his kisses were healing balm to my heart. His thoughts filled my head as I succeeded in opening the door and reached the area, departing his quarter from mine.

“Ohh, I love him.” I said, happily, only to my hearing. 

We had come a long way. I recalled the days when we still dressed in funny apparels, and played with sand. Logan's parents came from my pack, and didn't live for so long. The pack was attacked by an enemy in those days, and the Thompson's fell victim to the raid, save Logan who was lucky to be with the few lucky ones.

Mother died at another raid, too, leaving me and my Father behind when I was barely six-year-old. It didn't hurt so much, since I was closer to Father than I was with her. 

On the other hand, Logan's love for me never quenched, even when I lost my Father two years ago, the supposed Alpha of the pack. 

The wedding band on my wrist glittered, it never stopped glittering, I realized, walking further to the door to the room of the man I was in love with. I opened quietly, so as not to attract the attention of already sleeping wolves to myself. 

He could be sleeping, too. But I cared less, it would not stop me from spending some time with him, anyway.

It all changed when I saw them. 

Firstly, I refused to believe my sight and accused it of failing me. There was Lenna, my step-sister, daughter of Carina, the current Luna of the pack. What was she doing on the lap of the man I should become one with the next day? I wondered, refusing to arrange the puzzle. 

A soft moan escaped from her lips, it told me another thing. She was not only sitting on his lap, but his—rod. My gaze directed itself to Logan's face, his eyes were closed and my presence, oblivious to him—them. 

He was enjoying it.

My heart shifted from its cage, up to my mouth and I withdrew my step, slammed the door and rushed back to my room before I threw up on the floor.

I didn't care if the women saw me running, they could come out of their rooms for all I cared. I would not hesitate to take them to the Alpha's room, and show their Alpha to them. 

I would also call on Carina, and show her what her daughter had turned into, a whore. 

I reached my destination in no time, right into my bathroom and allowed the content that was at the entrance of my mouth, gushed out. It was thick white, and a dirty smell that made me want to throw up again. 

What was that I saw moments ago? 

I fell on the bed, memories of my childhood days with that bastard returning once more. 

He took my virginity at the age of eighteen, and I did everything for him, everything he ever wanted. 

That post, the very post he has as an Alpha should not be his, never should be, it was my handiwork. It was not Father's intention to make him the Alpha of the pack, I had begged him to, and now—this.

What do men want? 

Not just men, but what do women want? 

Lenna, my step-sister, the lady riding his cock moments ago, tried all she could to make me say 'no' to Logan when he came knocking at the door of my wrist. I had almost said 'no', but didn't—I know I love him, too much to refuse his proposal. My gaze directed to the band on my wrist, it no longer shone, it looked dirty to me this time and the urge to take it down from my wrist kept pushing, pushing and pushing until I threw up again.

A soft moan escaped from my lips. Not the kind that escaped from the lips of someone being fucked. The kind that ran out of a hurt person's mouth, the kind that would make someone consider suicide. I refused to die because of a mere man, rather, show him a small lesson, something small enough to make him regret his actions. 

But what do I do? I questioned. I am not so strong, I am a weak wolf and cannot even have a fight with my step-sister if I decided to. She is way stronger than I am, and has the nails her mother possesses, those very nails I hate and detest. Only the moon goddess knows where the ugly woman came from, and what my father saw in her. 

I sobbed quietly to avoid people rushing to my room to ask what the matter was. I didn't want it to be known yet, with my plans on my mind. Damn him! I cried, inhaling the pains in my chest, and heart. What hurt more was Lenna's betrayal, how could she do this to me? On the day to the supposed day of my ceremony. 

I drifted to sleep in no time. Of course, I had my master plan in mind. How could I forget to do what I have all planned out already? I woke up the next morning with a nostalgic feeling, even with being in my own home. It didn't feel like home anymore when the maidens surrounded me with the make-up kit in their hands.

My hair was a mess after taking my bath. The girl in charge of my hair took over when I sat on the touchy chair, the expression on my face told them something was wrong. Wolves have the ability to detect, but this time, the girls only detected something went wrong, without knowing what really happened. 

“Are you okay, my Lady?” Mia asked, placing a bonnet around my head. “I'll finish with this after you are dressed and powdered.”

“Yes, thank you.” I greeted, smiling. 

I was ready in no time. Lenna was in the room while I slipped on my sandals, she smiled and hugged me briefly, almost making me doubt she was the one I saw. I know what I saw, I am not a baby: a woman of twenty-four is no kid. “I am so happy for you, sister.” She muttered only to my hearing.

“Thank you, Lenna.” I hugged her this time, imagining the look on her face by the time I was done with her, and him, the—bastard. 

“My Lord awaits your presence in the field, we are all ready to meet with the Luna, the new Luna of the Pack.” Her innocence glared at me in the face. 

“Of course, I'll be there shortly.”

And she left, with the usual mischievous smile on her face. Thanks to the moon goddess, I had seen what she really is, and what the man I was in love with, is. 

“You are set.” Mia's voice hit me again, after almost an hour of sitting on the couch.

My eyes shifted to my wrist, the irritation I felt at the pink band on my wrist increased every minute. 

It is time, time to tell them I know what they have done. It would be worse if I discovered there were more wolves, joining hands together to hurt me, I won't let it go, just like that.

I muttered words to myself, aware of my weakness. And as I stepped into the field, our eyes met.

There he was, the bastard.