ABOUT TO BE DISGRACED

AISHA

Where is my husband, Damian?

That single question had burned in my brain all night, keeping me awake while the cool night breeze rattled the bedroom windows. After Samson sped off toward Blue Wing to deliver the final blow to Mabel, the eerie silence of the empty mansion had become completely unbearable.

I couldn't just sit in my room wringing my hands like a terrified child. I needed answers, and I needed them immediately.

I threw on a silk robe, tied it tightly around my waist, and walked out into the grand hallway. My voice rang out like thunder through the empty corridors as I called every single security detail to the main courtyard.

"All guards to the grand hall! Right now!" I shouted, my Luna authority vibrating in the air.

Within five minutes, twelve heavy-built Black Star guards stood in a crisp, rigid line before me, their heads bowed, their eyes fixed firmly on the marble floor. I paced back and forth in front of them, my hands folded behind my back, letting my icy gaze rake over every single one of them.

"For three months, I have been asking where your Alpha is," I snapped, stepping directly in front of the head guard. "For ninety days, you fools have pretended not to know his whereabouts. I am giving you one last chance to speak before I have every single one of you thrown into the dungeon for treason! Where is Damian?!"

After a long, suffocating hour of intense questioning, intense pressure, and fierce threats, the head guard finally cracked. He swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he looked up at me.

"Forgive us, Luna Aisha," the guard stammered, sweating profusely under his heavy leather armor. "Alpha Damian instructed us on his life never to disclose his location to you. He... he is not missing, my Luna. He has been living in the secondary estate building on the far eastern ridge of the territory—the old stone fortress far away from the main mansion."

A cold realization washed over me, instantly followed by a wave of foolish clarity.

The far eastern building!

I should have known! I should have figured it out weeks ago! Pack activities had been running smoothly this entire time. The border patrols were strictly organized, the daily training sessions went on without a hitch, the trade shipments arrived on schedule, and there was absolute order throughout the entire territory. A pack without an Alpha falls into chaos within weeks, but Black Star had remained completely tight and secure. Damian had never left the territory at all—he had simply moved out of our shared house, watching everything from a distance while keeping the pack running like clockwork.

Now that I knew he was perfectly fine and alive, a slow, triumphant smile spread across my face. I dismissed the guards with a flick of my wrist and glided back up to my private quarters.

Damian was safe, which meant I didn't have to worry about a sudden power vacuum collapsing our territory. But more importantly, the long-awaited moment of Mabel's absolute ruin had finally arrived!

Today was the grand day. The news had already spread across both territories: the newborn heir of Blue Wing was going to be officially presented to the pack elders and nobility at noon.

Just as I sat down at my vanity mirror to fix my hair, my communication stone chimed. A private message from Samson flashed across the glowing surface:

‘The stage is set, my love. The elders are assembled. I have personally invited you as the guest Luna of Black Star to witness the presentation of the heir. Come and watch me destroy Mabel once and for all.’

A thrill of pure excitement shot straight through my veins. I let out a soft laugh, my heart racing with intense delight. I was so excited, practically counting down the minutes until I could stand among the noble crowd and watch the prideful, murderer Mabel get exposed as a whore who birthed a slave's bastard.

At the exact same time, a dark sense of relief settled into my heart. With Damian back and healthy in his eastern fortress, I was completely ready to face him. I was done hiding in the shadows. Today, after Mabel was stripped of her title, I was going to walk straight up to Damian, look him dead in the eye, and tell him the absolute truth: I am out of your life forever, and I am choosing Samson.

I stood up from my chair and began pacing around my bedroom, jubilating, dancing softly to the music playing in my head, and admiring my reflection in the long glass. I picked out a stunning, emerald-green silk dress with a deep neckline, ready to dress like a queen celebrating her rival's execution.

Click.

The heavy brass handle of my bedroom door slowly turned.

My heart did a sudden, violent flip inside my chest. I turned around, expecting to see a maid bringing up my polished shoes.

Instead, the door swung open, and Damian stepped into the room.

My entire body went completely stiff. I froze right where I stood, the breath catching in the back of my throat.

Damian looked imposing, cold, and terrifyingly calm. He wore his dark Alpha armor, his thick black hair pushed back, his razor-sharp jawline clean-shaven. His dark eyes locked onto mine with an unblinking, predatory intensity that sent a wave of icy terror straight down my spine.

My mind raced at a thousand miles an hour. How long has he been standing outside? Does he know I know where he was?

I swallowed my panic, instantly forcing my facial features to shift into an expression of deep, heart-broken worry. I squeezed my eyes shut for a brief second, forcing tears of fake frustration to gather in my eyelashes, and then rounded on him with pure, dramatic fury.

"Damian!" I screamed, my voice cracking with emotional strain as I stomped my foot against the floor, acting as if I cared deeply about his absence. "Where in the world have you been?! How could you do this to me?!"

I marched right up to him, beating my small fist against his solid, armored chest, letting out a heavy, dramatic sob.

"Three whole months, Damian!" I yelled at the top of my lungs, making it look as though I had been dying of grief and worry. "Three whole months you disappeared without saying a single word to your wife! I thought you were dead! I thought someone had ambushed you in the forest! I have been crying myself to sleep every night in this empty bed, wondering if I was a widow, and you just walk in here without an apology?! Do you have any idea what I’ve been going through?!"

Damian didn't flinch. He didn't move an inch. He didn't even blink. He stood there like a towering marble statue, letting my fist hit his chest, watching my performance with a cold, terrifying smile slowly creeping onto his lips.

He reached up, gently wrapping his thick, calloused fingers around my wrist, stopping my hand in mid-air. His grip was as tight as a steel vise.

"Are you done, Aisha?" Damian asked softly, his voice dropping into a smooth, low, deadly whisper that chilled my blood to absolute zero.

"No, I am not done!" I snapped, trying to pull my wrist back, but his hold was unbreakable. "You abandoned your pack! You abandoned me! You owe me an explanation!"

Damian let out a quiet, dark chuckle that sent shivers straight down my spine. He leaned down, placing his face just inches from mine, his warm breath fanning across my trembling lips.

"I don't owe a cheating whore a single thing, my sweet Luna," Damian murmured gently.

My heart completely stopped. The fake tears froze on my cheeks. "W-what did you just call me?"

Damian’s dark eyes flashed with an unholy, terrifying crimson light as his smile widened, revealing his sharp, white fangs.

"Did you really think I was gone, Aisha?" Damian asked, his voice dripping with sadistic amusement. "Did you honestly believe your little Alpha lover was being sneaky?"

He let go of my wrist and took a step back, folding his arms loosely across his broad chest, looking at me like a cat watching a trapped mouse.

"Just a few weeks ago, when you thought I was out of town, I walked into this very house," Damian said calmly, raising one eyebrow. "I walked past the sleeping guards, stepped right up to the master quarters, and caught you in this bed with Alpha Samson... getting your pussy sucked out against the sweet sheet."

A gasp of pure, suffocating horror escaped my lips. I took a shaky step backward, my hand flying to my mouth.

"N-no... Damian, listen to me, that's—"

"Shut your mouth," Damian interrupted smoothly, his tone as casual as if he were discussing the morning weather. "And then, a few weeks later, when you two thought you were being so clever by the pool... do you remember asking for a bottle of chilled champagne?"

My knees buckled. I had to grab the edge of the vanity table to keep myself from collapsing onto the floor.

The silver ice bucket... the bottle of champagne by the glass table...

"Yes, my love," Damian chuckled darkly, reaching into his inner jacket pocket and pulling out a small, crystal recording stone and a stack of crisp, high-resolution photographs. "I served you wine the other day when he was lying between your legs, licking your wet pussy until you screamed his name. I stood right there beside the table while his face was buried in your fluids. I even took pictures of it."

He tossed the stack of photographs onto the bed right beside me.

I looked down, and my blood ran completely cold. There, in crystal-clear, sharp detail, was a picture of me laid out completely naked on the pool floor, my legs thrown wide over Samson's shoulders, while Samson's face was buried deep between my thighs, his mouth wet with my fluids.

"You..." I whimpered, tears of genuine, blinding terror finally streaming down my face. "It was you who brought the bottle..."

"Of course it was me," Damian smirked, taking a step toward me, towering over my trembling frame. "Did you really think a common slave would have the guts to stand three feet away from an Alpha eating out a Luna without making a sound?"

He reached out, his thumb gently stroking my wet cheek, his touch feeling like a burning iron against my skin.

"You thought today was going to be your victory day, didn't you, Aisha?" Damian whispered into my ear, his voice laced with pure venom. "You thought you were going to Blue Wing to watch Samson disgrace Mabel in front of the entire High Council..."

He pulled back, looking into my terrified eyes, his smile turning into a cruel, ruthless mask of vengeance.

"Today, while we disgrace Mabel at the grand assembly," Damian purred coldly, "I will also show the entire pack—and the entire realm—your own pictures. I will expose both Alphas' women on the very same stage."