HIS SECRET

AISHA

AISHA

"Where is Mabel?" I asked Samson, my voice breathy as I tried to pull my mind back to reality.

Samson didn't even lift his head. He knocked the question off completely, paying no attention to my concern. "I don't care," he murmured, his deep voice muffled against my chest while he kept flicking his lips on my nipples and shoving his fingers deep into my neatly shaved pussy.

This man was completely crazy about me. The sheer obsession in his eyes was dangerous, but right now, it was my only shield.

"She could be with my husband Damian right now," I added, pushing his shoulder slightly to make him listen. "They could be doing something like sex down that hallway."

Samson paused for a split second, a slow, dark smile spreading across his face. "That's even better," he chuckled, his warm breath fanning against my damp skin. "The two of them can spend eternity together while I stay right here with you."

"No, that's not right," I said firmly, grabbing his jaw to force him to look at me. "You have to divorce her properly first, and then marry me."

The moment I said those words, Samson pulled his lips away from my nipples. He stood up straight, panting heavily as he stared down at me. From the sudden spark in his eyes and the soften in his face, I could tell he loved the idea. He truly wanted me to be his Alpha female.

"A divorce..." Samson muttered, running a hand through his messy hair as he buttoned his pants. "I want that, Aisha. Goddess knows I want you as my Luna. But what reason will I give to the pack elders? She is from a royal bloodline. I can't just throw her out without a massive scandal."

I slid off the dining table, pulling my red gown back down to cover my thighs. A sharp, sly thought formed in my mind.

"Now let us go and get proof that she is sleeping with Damian," I whispered, taking his hand. "If we catch them together, you have all the legal reason you need to cast her out forever."

We began to tiptoe down the quiet, dimly lit corridor leading toward Damian's private study. My heart was hammering against my ribs. Every step felt heavy with anticipation. We reached the study door and pushed it open gently—but they were not there. The grand room was completely empty, the leather chairs untouched.

Confusion set in. We searched around the main floor of the palace for a while, moving quietly through the wide hallways. Just as I was beginning to panic, we heard the faint sound of two voices laughing softly from the glass doors leading outside.

They were sitting by the poolside.

We stepped out into the cool night air. Damian and Mabel were standing near the illuminated blue water, holding crystal wine glasses. They were not having sex. The atmosphere between them looked casual, almost relaxed—maybe they truly didn't hear the sharp sound of the broken plates crashing in the dining hall earlier.

"Oh, you two found us," Mabel said, stepping toward Samson with a sweet, delicate smile on her face. She reached up and kissed his cheek gracefully, acting like the perfect, dutiful wife.

But the very second Samson turned his head away, Mabel cast a cold, venomous look straight at me over his shoulder, her eyes full of pure hatred and warning.

They both looked completely neat and organized, like nothing physical had happened between them at all. But I still doubted it deeply. A woman like Mabel doesn't spend twenty quiet minutes alone with an Alpha like Damian without pulling some kind of trick.

"What took you so long?" Samson asked, keeping his arm loosely around Mabel's waist, though his eyes kept drifting back to my sheer dress.

"We just lost track of time," Damian replied casually, his voice completely unreadable.

The tense dinner was officially over after that. The air was thick with unsaid words and hidden motives as we walked them to the palace entrance. Samson gave my hand a brief, firm squeeze before stepping into his luxury car, while Mabel gave me one last haughty glare through the tinted window.

Finally, the iron gates slammed shut, and the heavy vehicles sped off into the dark night.

I was finally alone with Damian in the massive, quiet living room.

Damian turned around, his dark eyes instantly locking onto mine with a heavy, intense hunger. He moved close to me, his broad shoulders blocking out the dim wall lights, clearly intending to make love to me right there on the sofa to take what he felt was his.

"Come here, Aisha," he murmured, his deep voice vibrating in his chest as he reached out to pull me up.

He stood up from his seat, leaning forward to wrap his arms around my waist. But as he shifted his weight, something light and silky slipped straight out of his deep tunic pocket.

It fluttered down through the air, landing softly on the carpet right between my feet.

My eyes dropped instantly.

It was a delicate, tiny string of red lace—a woman's g-string underwear.

My breath caught in my throat, my blood instantly running cold. I recognized the silk fabric immediately. It wasn't mine. It belonged to Mabel.

Damian was looking up at my face, totally unaware that the soft piece of lace had fallen out of his pocket.

Before he could look down or realize what had happened, I reacted with lightning speed. I dropped my silk dress slightly, pretend-stumbling forward into his chest like I was exhausted. As my body hit his, my hand shot down to the floor, snatching the red g-string off the carpet and stuffing it deep inside the hidden pocket of my own gown.

"Are you okay?" Damian asked, holding my waist tight to keep me steady, his heavy breath warm against my neck.

"I'm just... tired, Damian," I lied softly, burying my face into his shoulder so he couldn't see the sudden, terrifying rage burning in my eyes. "It was a long night."

"Let's go up to bed then," he whispered, pressing a hard kiss against my neck.

"You go ahead," I said, forcing a faint, obedient smile as I pulled back slightly. "I'll be up in a minute. I need to get some water."

Damian nodded, completely oblivious, and turned to walk up the grand marble staircase.

The moment his back was turned and his footsteps faded down the upper corridor, I pulled the tiny piece of red fabric out of my pocket. I stared down at Mabel's silk g-string sitting in the palm of my hand, my knuckles turning white as my fist clamped tight around it.

They had touched each other. He had lied right to my face while sitting by that pool.

I squeezed the red lace until my nails dug into my own skin, a silent, lethal smile spreading across my face in the dark room. I hid the underwear carefully inside my dress, making sure he would never suspect that I knew his dark secret.

He thought he was playing me, but he had just handed me the ultimate weapon.