CHAPTER FIVE

AISHA

The echo of Samson’s threat of war rang in my ears all night. I couldn't let that happen. I didn’t want a war between Alpha Samson and myself. He was a good man who was simply blinded by the lies of a monster. The real war was between myself and Mabel, and she was the only one who deserved to bleed.

To stop this madness, I knew I had to handle it myself. I decided to pay Samson a secret visit. Alpha Damian wouldn't know a thing about it; ours was a marriage of convenience, and we did not sleep in the same room. He stayed in his grand master suite, and I stayed in the guest wing.

The next night, under the cover of darkness, I slipped out of the Black Star palace. I moved swiftly through the woods, heading back to my birth pack. Oh, I knew my way around every tree, fence, and guard route of the Blue Wing territory. Slinking past the perimeter patrols was easy for a White Wolf. I sneaked into the main pack house through the servant's entrance and made my way up to the private study. I knew exactly where Samson would be—drowning his sorrows and planning his battle strategies.

When I pushed the heavy oak door open, he was sitting behind the desk, a bottle of whiskey in his hand. He jumped up, his dark eyes widening in shock and rage as he saw me standing there.

"Aisha? How dare you—"

Before he could call the guards or draw a weapon, I closed the door behind me and locked it. How else was I going to get this furious man to listen to me and not call his soldiers? I needed to disarm him completely, to break through the wall of anger he had built up against me.

Slowly, deliberately, I unzipped my dress and let the fabric pool at my feet. I stood before him completely naked. Yes, I decided to seduce him. I could still remember the way he used to look at me in the old days, back when I was just a maid—the hidden desire and lust in his eyes whenever our paths crossed in the corridors.

The anger in his face instantly collided with raw, primal shock. His gaze traveled down my body, taking in my firm breasts and wide hips. His breathing hitched, his eyes locking onto the dark, unshaved hairs between my thighs. The sheer sight of me had him instantly aroused.

He groaned, abandoning his desk and closing the distance between us in two large strides. He grabbed me by my waist, his hands hot against my skin, before lifting me up.

"But Aisha... you shouldn't have killed my dad," he growled against my neck, his voice thick with conflict even as his hands traveled up to firmly grab my rounded breasts.

"Forget about the dead for now," I whispered into his ear, my voice dripping with seduction.

I took his large hand and guided it down between my legs, placing his fingers directly against my core. He groaned loudly as he felt the intense wetness already pooling there. The shared tension between us was a raging fire.

With a low growl, Samson pushed me onto the plush leather couch in the corner of the study. He quickly unbuckled his trousers, freeing his large, fully erected dick. He leaned over me, guiding it toward my face. I opened my mouth and took him in, sucking him with a natural rhythm as if I had been doing this for a very long time. In reality, today was my very first time, but my instincts guided me, and I was good at it. He threw his head back, his fingers tangling in my hair as he gasped for air.

He couldn't take the torture anymore. Samson lifted me, parting my legs, and drove himself deep inside me in one swift push. A sharp pain tore through me, and a small gasp escaped my lips. Alpha Samson took my virginity that night, but despite the initial sting, it quickly turned into the best experience of my life. I gasped, clinging to his broad shoulders, absolutely enjoying the size of his dick as my tight vagina stretched and swallowed every single bit of it. He moving inside me fiercely, his heavy thuds echoing in the quiet room until we both collapsed together in a breathless, sweating heap.

As the adrenaline began to cool, I immediately slid out from under him. The mission was done; I had softened his resolve.

"I don't want you as an enemy," I whispered softly into the dark room as I quickly gathered my clothes and got dressed.

Before he could even find his voice or stop me, I slipped out of the study window and vanished into the night, racing back to my room in the Black Star Pack. I felt no regret for what I did. I was not completely married to Damian anyway; he had explicitly called it a fake marriage built only on a shared alliance. My body was my own to use.

But my relief was incredibly short-lived.

The next morning, the heavy doors to my bedroom were violently thrown open. I bolted upright in bed, my heart hammering against my ribs.

Four elite Black Star guards marched into the room, followed closely by my dear husband, Alpha Damian. His handsome face was a mask of cold, unreadable fury, his dark eyes pinning me to the mattress.

"What is the meaning of this?" I demanded, pulling the silk sheets up to cover my chest.

"Aisha," Damian said, his voice dropping to a dangerous, icy whisper that made the hairs on my arms stand up. "You are under arrest."

I stared at him in utter disbelief. "Arrest? For what?"

"For treason and breaking our pact," Damian stepped closer, leaning over the edge of the bed. "My border patrols saw everything. You sneaked out of the palace at night and ran straight into enemy territory. Did you think I wouldn't notice my own wife slipping into another Alpha’s bed?"