Moonlit Temptation: Fated to be his

NIA

"Happy Anniversary my darl..." The words trailed off, fading completely like her sanity. Frozen in the spot, Nia seemed like she had forgotten how to blink.

"Yes, Michael... hmm faster baby..." the blonde female moaned as the bed creaked in unison, while the man, Nia was so delighted to see, held the blonde’s butt up in the air as he thrust into her from behind.

The cake slipped from Nia's hands, hitting the floor with a muffled thud. The sound was drowned out by the moans and groans of the cheating couple. But as the cake shattered to the ground, so did Nia's heart. She felt as though millions of tiny knives with sharp, ridged and pointy ends were cutting through her chest.

With her feet still frozen in the doorway, the scene before her literally sucked the air from her lungs. She couldn't process what she was seeing. Her husband. On their bed. Tangled in between sheets with... with her.

How long had she been in the picture?

Nia was unable to come to terms that someone she had trusted, someone she had thought was harmless, could do something so heinous to her.

This was the same woman who had advised her to get this cake so she could celebrate her day with her husband. A way to rekindle their romance. Things hadn't been the best between Nia and her husband lately, so she knew he sure as hell wouldn't have gone out and gotten her a cake in the first place. Heck, Nia was positive he didn't even remember how special this day was... that it was their wedding anniversary. Neither did he know it was her birthday.

Still pressed up against each other, the cheating couple continued to enjoy each other while Nia willed her eyes to look away, but she couldn't. She wasn't sure if she was just too strong or too weak.

Her mouth hung open as she struggled for air. They didn't notice her at first, too wrapped up in their betrayal. But as soon as they climaxed, and the room became silent, the woman who was also supposed to be Nia's best friend turned her head to the side, her eyes widened the moment her gaze met with Nia's, but instead of guilt, her lips curved into something that looked far too much like satisfaction.

"Michael..." Nia managed to call, her vision already clouded by the tears she was seriously fighting back. He turned lazily, his face showed not a flicker of guilt, only irritation. It was as if she had walked in on something important, like she was a burden, an uninvited guest.

"W-what is this?" Nia's voice cracked, trembling with the rawness of her disbelief.

Michael sighed, sitting up and pulling the sheet carelessly around himself, as though Nia was the one intruding.

"What does it look like, Nia?" The way he said it—was so cold, so dismissive—something inside her just broke. To think she was his Luna, a Luna to a cheating soon-to-be-Alpha.

"It looks like you are cheating with my so-called best friend in our bedroom," she managed to say, her voice was thick with tears. When did it all go wrong? "You could have done this with anybody else, but with Zora?"

The questions just played like a broken record in her head. When did he get together with her best friend? She always knew that Zora wanted whatever she had, but she never thought she'd covet her man.

"Haha," Michael lightly chuckled.

"Could you be more disrespectful, Michael? Why? Why would you do this to me? Especially today, of all days?" She asked, her throat burning with anger. "It's my birthday Michael! Or you just don't care?"

He rolled his eyes, swinging his legs off the bed. His bare feet were firm on the floor as he stood.

"It's your birthday, so what? Does everything have to revolve around you? Why are you such a hypocrite, Nia?"

He ran his hands through his hair, and an exasperated sigh followed. "Stop acting so clueless. I know you're not all that stupid. You must have seen this coming a long time ago."

Nia stared at her husband, confused at what he was saying. Her ears could barely hear anything he said with how loudly her heart was pounding in her chest.

"Have you..." she couldn't even say the words. Her lips quivered as anger and pain collided in her chest. "Have you no remorse?"

"Remorse?" he sneered, as if the very notion of him having the slightest pity for her amused him. "What do I have to feel bad about? You should have known this would happen. I'm a man with needs and desires," he hissed. "Look at you, look at what you've become. There is nothing about you that a man could ever desire."

Her teary eyes went down to examine herself. How the hell was she the problem? The Caribbean skirt she wore danced around her waist gracefully, and the flowery top was loose against her chest.

"You're supposed to be my wife, but instead of dressing sexy for me, I have to always see you in those clothes that make you look like a damn nun," he scoffed. "Plus, I'm tired of watching you constantly burying yourself in chores, looking like a twerp half the time. Ask yourself this, how long has it been since I even touched you?"

His words hit her like a whip to an already freshly open wound. The air remained scarce in her lungs, and the tears she had thought she could control just fell uncontrollably. He walked back toward Zora and placed a kiss on her forehead, as if he was comforting her from the sight of Nia.

"This woman right here knows how to treat a man." His fingers traced her jaw line, she giggled softly while shrugging cutely to his advances.

"You're disgusting, Michael," Nia whispered, as tears poured from her eyes and her anger bubbled to the surface. "Utterly disgusting, the both of you." She stormed out of the room, her voice rising with blazing anger. "Everyone will know what you have done, Michael. I'll make sure you never become Alpha of the Roughstone wolves. They're better without a leader like you!"