GOING FOR WAR

AISHA

The next few days went on like everything was completely normal. Damian left early every morning for his official duties, held long, secretive meetings with the pack elders late into the evening, and then came straight to our bedroom in the middle of the night to screw my always wet vagina.

He was relentless, taking my body whenever he pleased, completely satisfied with the illusion of control he had over me. Sometimes, a tiny, foolish part of my mind whispered that maybe I should just relax, surrender to the luxury of this palace, and enjoy being the Alpha’s wife.

But then I would close my eyes and see the blood on the floor. I would see the lifeless bodies of my two little brothers, Leo and Toby, their innocent eyes staring into nothingness. I would remember old Alpha Brad—the only man in that pack who had shown me genuine warmth and treated me like a human being—dying a painful death from poison all because he cared for me.

I couldn't relax. I had to deal with Mabel and make her pay for every single drop of blood she had spilled.

The biggest problem now was Damian. He was blocking my every move. He no longer cared about helping me clear my name or letting me go; he simply wanted me to remain married to him forever, locked away as his personal possession.

Things took a sudden, dangerous turn on Friday morning. A serious crisis broke out along the borders. A massive rival pack was mobilizing near the jagged hills, threatening an all-out invasion. Damian had no choice—he had to march his military forces out to war.

He called me into his private study right before the commanders gathered.

"You are coming with me to the battlefield, Aisha," Damian said, his tone leaving absolutely no room for argument as he strapped a dark leather chest plate over his broad torso. "As the White Wolf, your raw strength and speed will crush their front line before they even know what hit them."

A sudden wave of exhaustion and bitterness washed over me. I stared at him, tears of frustration stinging my eyes.

"You are getting everything you want from this marriage, but I am getting nothing!" I cried out, my voice cracking with deep emotion. "I am not your soldier, Damian! I am not going to any war!"

"You will go where I tell you to go," he growled, stepping close and grabbing my arm with a firm, unforgiving grip. "You are my Luna, and your power belongs to this pack."

I pulled my arm away, glaring at him through my tears. But beneath my anger, my mind was racing, trying to analyze the real situation.

I knew Samson’s pack would be forced to join the battle line as well due to the ancient border treaties. And then, like a lightning bolt, the dark truth hit me.

Damian didn't just care about the rival pack—he was using this war as a perfect cover. He knew I was sleeping with Samson. He knew Samson had laid his hands on me, and his possessive Alpha pride could not tolerate another man breathing the same air as his wife. Damian had secretly stoked the tension between the three packs so Samson would be forced into the open field, where Damian could execute him in the chaos of battle and call it an accident of war.

No way, I said to myself, my heart pounding wildly against my ribs. I will not let that happen.

If Samson died, my heart would shatter, and my best chance at bringing Mabel down from her high tower would die with him. Right there, in that heavy silence, I changed my mind completely.

"Fine," I said, wiping the wet tears from my cheeks and hardening my gaze. "I will go with you to the desert."

Damian nodded, a triumphant, arrogant smirk touching his lips, completely ignorant of the fact that I wasn't going to help him win his war—I was going to protect Alpha Samson at all costs.

The day of the march arrived, hot and suffocating. The sky was a pale, dusty yellow as hundreds of heavily armed wolf warriors gathered at the edge of the vast, scorching desert. The air was thick with the scent of pine, sweat, and impending blood.

I stood beside Damian in my dark leather armor, my White Wolf spirit restless beneath my skin, waiting for the right moment to strike.

Across the open sand, a procession of heavy war-jeeps kicked up clouds of dust. Alpha Samson stepped out, looking dangerously handsome in his silver battle gear. My breath hitched in my throat the moment my eyes met his. He gave me a quick, intense look across the distance—a look full of raw longing and unspoken promises.

Samson walked toward our camp with his top commanders, stopping a few feet in front of Damian. The tension between the two Alphas was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

Somehow I want the two men to fuck me at the same time, but each want me to himself…..