MARSTUBATE

MABEL

I stood in the cold, damp dark of the cave, watching them.

Aisha put the heavy iron key into the lock, the rusted metal grinding until the dark iron chains finally snapped loose. The second Damian was free, he didn't even turn around to look at me. He grabbed Aisha by her hands, pulling her close into his side, and they walked straight out of the cavern together. They left me standing there alone in the dust, completely forgotten like trash on the stone floor.

I hate Aisha

It took me hours to crawl out of that hill, my dress torn to shreds, my bare feet bleeding against the desert rocks. I had to bribe a passing patrol guard with my gold earrings just to get a ride back home.

By the time I finally stumbled through the grand front doors of the pack house, the sun was setting. I washed the grit and blood off my skin, took a long shower, and walked into our master bedroom.

There he was. My husband, Alpha Samson, was lying casually on the massive king-sized bed, scrolling through his phone like nothing out of the ordinary had ever happened.

He said no words to me. He didn't even look up when the heavy door clicked shut.

"I was lost," I said, my voice trembling with a mixture of raw exhaustion and rising anger as I stepped into the bedroom wearing only a thin towel. "I was trapped in a cave, Samson! And you returned home with the soldiers like I didn't even exist!"

Samson didn't bother to respond. He simply turned his body away from me, giving me his cold, muscular back.

Ever since Aisha got married to Damian, Samson has completely changed. He loves her—I know it, the whole kingdom knows it, and it sickens me to my stomach. But damn it, I am his wedded wife! I am the Luna of this pack, and I should be treated right!

I dropped the towel right onto the carpet. Walking round the room without clothes just to seduce him doesn't work anymore. I have tried it so many times over the past few months. I have even deliberately sat on the edge of the bed right in front of him, widening my legs right in his face to show him my vagina and its color, but all of it failed miserably. He acts like I am invisible.

My skin felt like it was on fire, a deep, agonizing itch in my lower body that had been driving me insane for years.

Honestly, I want to have a piece of Damian. I have seen the size of Damian's dick through his tight trousers when he stands close to me, and he is undeniably massive down there. But Damian gave me no chance either. He rejected me, played with my mind, and handed me off like a game.

This is the third year I have not had sex. Three damn years without a man touching me, without a cock stretching me, without a single drop of pleasure. I am about to go completely mad.

I marched over to Samson's side of the bed, my bare body shaking with pure frustration.

"If you hate me this much, then let us just get a divorce!" I yelled down at my dear husband who had abandoned me in the desert to rot. "End this nightmare, Samson!"

Samson slowly rolled onto his back. His dark eyes locked onto mine, completely void of any warmth or affection.

"I will divorce you and throw you out when the time comes, Mabel," he replied, his voice terrifyingly calm. "Not a single second before."

He turned back around, closing his eyes to sleep.

Just like every other night, I began parading up and down the bedroom naked, showing my sexy body off, swaying my hips, letting my breasts bounce in the dim light, hoping against hope that his male instincts would finally take over.

Nothing.

He fell asleep while I was pacing around like a desperate broad.

Tears of embarrassment filled my eyes. I couldn't take it anymore. I crept over to his side of the bed, reaching my hand under the heavy silk sheets to try and maybe play with his penis, to stroke him hard so he would wake up and just take me.

The moment my fingers touched the band of his underwear, Samson’s eyes snapped wide open. With lightning speed, he raised his heavy hand high in the air to slap me right across the face.

I winced, flinching back, waiting for the painful blow.

He held his hand mid-air for three agonizing seconds, his jaw tight with pure disgust. But he couldn't bring himself to hit me. He lowered his arm with a cold scoff, threw the covers off his body, stood up from the bed, and walked straight out of the master bedroom, slamming the door behind him.

I collapsed onto the cold wooden floor, curling my knees up to my chest, and cried until my throat was completely raw.

The tears eventually dried, leaving a cold, hard stone in the pit of my chest. I wiped my face with the back of my hand and stared at the empty bed.

I made up my mind right then and there: I am going to kill Samson. I will do exactly what Damian asked me to do.

But I am not a fool. Before I put poison in his cup or cut his throat in his sleep, I must sign all of his vast properties, his lands, and his pack assets directly over to my name. And most importantly, I must get pregnant for him. I must force him to get me pregnant with his heir. Once I carry an Alpha's child in my womb and hold his entire estate in my hands, no one in the high council can ever touch me.

I rolled onto my back on the floor, my breath coming out in ragged gasps. The burning ache between my legs was too intense to ignore any longer.

Tonight, I have to masturbate again.

I parted my legs wide on the carpet. I reached down, spreading my outer lips, and dipped my five fingers straight into my wet, aching vagina. I began to move my hand wildly, rubbing my thumb hard over my throbbing clitoris while shoving my fingers in and out of my hole, imagining Damian's massive penis, imagining Samson's heavy body, imagining any touch that could break this agonizing drought.

In a few desperate, wild minutes, my body shook violently, and I jerked off hard on the floor, letting out a bitter moan into the empty, silent room.