MASKED GIRL

MABEL

MABEL

The next morning, it was the persistent knocking of a servant on the bedroom door that woke me from a heavy, restless sleep.

I sat up, rubbing my swollen eyes. "What is it?" I called out bitterly.

"Luna Mabel, please forgive the intrusion," the maid's timid voice came through the thick wood. "There is a gentleman downstairs waiting to see you. He says it is urgent."

I let out a frustrated sigh, throwing the covers aside. I took a quick shower, threw on a silk robe, and walked down the grand staircase to the main parlor.

Standing beside the marble fireplace was a sharp-looking man in a tailored suit, holding a dark leather briefcase. I recognized him immediately. He was Samson’s chief family lawyer.

He didn't waste any time. He opened his briefcase and pulled out a thick stack of legal documents, placing them on the glass coffee table between us.

"Alpha Samson had me prepare these divorce papers first thing this morning, Luna Mabel," the lawyer said calmly, pushing a pen toward me. "He instructed me to hand them directly to you."

I stood there, staring at the white pages in absolute shock. A surge of wild anger boiled in my chest. Just last night! Just last night he looked me dead in the eye and said he was not ready to divorce me yet! And now, a formal divorce paper was being served right to my face!

I snatched the papers off the table, my eyes scanning the heavy legal terms.

According to the conditions set in the contract, I was to be granted fifty percent of his monetary wealth upon signing. But as my eyes read further down the page, a sharp realization hit me: if I succeeded in getting pregnant with his child before any legal separation was finalized, my child would automatically inherit the entire pack territory and all of Alpha Samson's assets.

Fifty percent of his money was nothing compared to holding the entire pack in my hands.

"I am not signing this," I snarled, tearing the top copy in half and throwing the pieces straight at the lawyer's chest. "Take your papers and get out of my house!"

The lawyer simply bowed his head, picked up his briefcase, and walked out without another word.

I spent the rest of the day pacing up and down the halls, my mind racing as I planned how to force Samson to sleep with me. I was so consumed by rage and desperation that I ate nothing all through the day. My stomach was completely empty, but my mind was focused on one thing: getting his seed into my womb.

It was in the middle of the night when the sharp pains of hunger finally came disturbing me.

My throat was dry, and my stomach was cramping from lack of food. I quietly stepped out of the bedroom and went downstairs toward the kitchen to get something to eat.

The house was dark and silent, but as I got close to Alpha Samson’s private study at the end of the long corridor, a faint sound stopped me right in my tracks.

It was the unmistakable, heavy sound of a woman moaning.

My blood turned to ice. I crept closer to the study, pressing my back against the cold wall.

Could he be cheating on me with one of the household maids? I thought, my knuckles turning white as I clenched my fists. I was still dealing with the frustration of the sex video I had recorded between him and Aisha back at the Blue Wing pack house, and now he was bringing a maid into his study?

Determined to catch them in the act and have the wretched maid sacked the very next morning, I tiptoed around the side of the building and peeped straight through the large glass window of his study.

My breath caught in my throat, my jaw dropping open in total disbelief.

The woman inside had her face fully covered with a dark silk veil, obscuring her identity completely. She was lying flat on the heavy leather desk, her long legs hanging high over Samson's broad shoulders. Samson’s face was buried completely between her thighs—he was eating her pussy like it was a slice of hot pizza, his tongue working frantically while the veil on her face rustled with every sharp gasp she took.

I watched in agonizing envy as the girl reached down, taking his massive dick into her hands, and began to suck it with wild, experienced hunger. She rolled her wet tongue all over the cap, spitting saliva onto his shaft to make it slick. While she was busy blowing his dick, Samson bent over her slightly, shoving two of his thick fingers deep inside her vagina.

They were both moaning loudly, whispering desperate words to each other, begging for more and more.

I stood outside in the dark, my heart hammering against my ribs. Honestly, I couldn't even remember the exact shape and size of my husband Alpha Samson's penis anymore, considering how many years it had been since he last touched me. Seeing it now—thick, rigid, and throbbing—made me want what was rightfully mine. I wanted my husband back, and I was going to get him back no matter what it took.

Damian has offered to sleep with me if I kill Samson, I reminded myself, my eyes fixed on the steamy action inside the room. I will do just that—I will kill Samson for Damian. But only AFTER I have forced Samson to get me pregnant with his heir!

Inside the study, Samson lifted the girl's hips higher. He aligned his heavy cap with her entrance and penetrated deep into her slightly hairy pussy with one swift, brutal stroke.

The girl let out a loud, shuddering cry of pleasure that echoed through the room. Samson quickly brought his large hand up, covering her mouth to muffle her loud screams.

Oh, she was clearly enjoying every single second of it.

Watching the wild, raw passion unfolding right in front of my eyes sent a wave of uncontrollable heat straight down to my core. My pussy got completely soaked in a matter of seconds. The sharp hunger in my stomach vanished entirely, replaced by a desperate, agonizing itch between my legs.

I couldn't control myself anymore. Right there in the dark garden outside the window, I sank down onto the bare stone floor. I threw my legs up, letting them hang in the air, spread my wet lips wide, and began to fuck my own pussy with my ten fingers.

I shoved my fingers in and out frantically, rubbing my thumb hard against my throbbing clitoris, completely lost in the dirty action. The sheer visual of my husband pounding a masked woman drove me over the edge. I began screaming and moaning so loudly in the night air that my voice carried right through the glass.

The second I jerked off, my whole body shuddering with a violent climax, I opened my eyes.

The glass door of the study was wide open.

Alpha Samson was standing in the doorway, staring down at me on the bare floor with absolute, skin-crawling disgust.

I must have been so embarrassingly loud.

"Can you not just be in your room?!" Samson asked, his deep voice shaking with pure rage and embarrassment as he looked at me lying there, soaked and disheveled. "Must you act like an animal in heat outside my window?!"

I scrambled up from the ground, my silk robe covered in dirt, my eyes whirling wildly around the dark study behind him.

"Where is the girl?!" I demanded, my voice shrill as I tried to push past him into the room. "Where is she?!"

I spun around, looking left and right, but the study was completely empty. The mysterious masked girl was already gone, having slipped out through the back emergency exit while I was lost in my own orgasm.

Breathless and furious, I ran toward the front gates of the estate and peeped through the heavy iron bars out onto the main road.

Far down the dark highway, the red taillights of an expensive, dark SUV were speeding away into the night.

I recognized that vehicle immediately. It was one of Alpha Damian's private estate cars.

I stood by the cold iron gates, my chest heaving, a terrifying realization washing over me as I stared into the dark night.

Could that strange, veiled girl in my husband's study... actually be Aisha?