MY HUSBAND LOVES HER

MABEL

The world stopped spinning. The ground beneath my velvet slippers felt as if it had opened up, swallowing me whole into a dark, bottomless abyss.

My back pressed hard against the cold stone pillar in the courtyard, my fingernails digging into the rough masonry until my cuticles bled. Every single word echoing through the open air sliced through my ears like jagged glass, shredding my heart, my mind, and my soul into a million unrecoverable pieces.

"She just left here and she confirmed that you sleep with her every night!" Aisha cried out, her voice broken, hysterical, and dripping with raw, wounded jealousy as she shoved at Samson’s chest. "She stood right in my living room, Samson! She held her stomach and bragged about how you worship her body in the dark!"

"No, I don't!" Samson yelled back instantly, his voice desperate, heavy, and furious. He grabbed her wrists, holding her tight against him. "Aisha, look at me! I do not sleep with her! I haven't touched that wretched woman in months!"

Aisha shook her head, tears spilling over her eyelashes. "You're lying! She said you come into her room in the middle of the night! She said you eat her out, that you make love to her until morning—"

"I made one of my servants sleep with her!" Samson barked out, the confession bursting from his throat like a lethal curse.

I froze behind the pillar. My breath hitched, dying right inside my throat. What?

"What?" Aisha gasped, her eyes widening in pure shock, her hands going limp in his grip.

"It was a servant, Aisha!" Samson rasped, his face twisted in disgust as he held her face in his broad hands. "Mabel found out about the secret dungeon where I kept Damian caged months ago. She was going to go straight to Damian and tell him everything to start a war that would destroy me. She gave me a condition—she threatened to expose the secret unless I agreed to keep quiet and sleep with her every single night to give her an heir."

He took a harsh, ragged breath, his dark eyes fixed entirely on Aisha’s face.

"Aisha, I could not bring myself to touch her. The thought of laying with her made me sick to my stomach. I have not slept with her for so long! So I had to hire a servant—a shadow warrior from the lower ranks—to do that in the total dark. I ordered him to never speak, to cover his face, to enter her room only when the lights were completely off, and to leave before dawn. She thinks I was the man that sneaks into her room every night, but I am not! It was never me!"

A cold, horrific shudder ran through my entire frame. My stomach turned violently upside down.

The dark figure who slipped into my bed every night... the hot tongue scrubbing over my clitoris... the fingers inside my core... the rough, silent thrusts that had made me scream with pleasure... the faint, raspy whisper of I love you in the dark...

It wasn't Alpha Samson.

It was a nameless, dirty, low-ranking servant.

A wave of pure, overwhelming nausea hit me so hard I had to clap both hands over my mouth to keep from vomiting right there on the grass. The pride I had felt just an hour ago, the arrogance with which I had walked into Aisha's house, the victory I had celebrated over my pregnancy—it was all a grotesque, filthy illusion. I had been laid, touched, and bred by a servant while believing I was being worshipped by my Alpha husband.

"And the baby?" Aisha whispered, her voice trembling as she stared at him in disbelief. "What about the baby inside her womb?"

"It is that servant's bastard," Samson spat with cold, lethal venom. "I am just playing along for now, letting her believe she won. When she puts to bed, I will conduct a secret DNA test in front of the entire High Council, prove the child is a mongrel, and then publicly disgrace her and throw her out of the pack forever. She will lose her title, her name, and her life."

Hearing those words from the mouth of the man I had burned the world for... hearing him map out my complete destruction with such cold, heartless precision... it broke something fundamental inside my brain.

I stood there in the shadows, completely paralyzed, watching them. I couldn't move. I couldn't run. I was trapped in my own nightmare, forced to witness the absolute truth of my pathetic existence.

Samson didn't pause. The moment the confession left his lips, his hands slid down from Aisha's face, wrapping possessively around her waist. He pulled her flush against his chest, burying his face in the crook of her neck, inhaling her scent like a dying man gasping for oxygen.

"I only love you, Aisha," he groaned softly, his voice thick with a dark, terrifying obsession. "Only you. I belong to you."

He reached up, his large, calloused hand cupping her breast right through her red dress. He began fondling it so hard, squeezing the soft mound with fierce, needy pressure. Aisha let out a soft, helpless whimper, her hands gripping his shoulders, her body instinctively leaning into his touch.

Samson pulled the collar of her gown down, exposing her bare breast to the cool air. He lowered his head and began sucking her nipples, taking the dark peak deep into his mouth, swirling his tongue around it with a desperate, wild hunger that he had never shown me. He sucked her so hard her back arched off his chest, her hands tangling frantically in his dark hair.

I stood there, watching my husband worship the woman I hated more than death itself.

He slid his hand down the front of her gown, hoisting the short red skirt up past her hips. He shoved her silk lace panties aside and plunged two of his long fingers deep inside her wet, open pussy. He began fingering her right there in the open courtyard, his thumb rubbing over her clitoris in fast, heavy circles, the wet, squelching sound of her moisture echoing loudly in the quiet space.

Aisha closed her eyes, her head falling back against his shoulder as she moaned softly. But even in the middle of the intense pleasure he was giving her, tears began streaming down her cheeks again.

"Samson..." Aisha wept softly, her voice raspy as he fingered her harder, driving her toward a peak. "It doesn't matter anymore... It's over for us."

"Don't say that," Samson growled into her skin, his fingers pumping inside her core with relentless pace. "I will protect you."

"You can't," Aisha sobbed, her fingers tightening on his arms. "I am just waiting for Damian to return from wherever he went... and kill me. He caught us, Samson. He walked into the washroom at the Moon Ball and saw your dick inside my vagina. He saw us having sex. He knows everything. I am waiting for him to come back and take my head, since I slept with an Alpha while married to him."

Samson stopped his fingers for a split second, his body going rigid with shock, but instead of fear, a dark, primal rage ignited in his eyes.

"He won't touch a hair on your head," Samson snarled, pulling his wet hand from between her legs. "If Damian comes for you, I will tear his heart out with my bare hands!"

My husband loved this woman. He loved her with a terrifying, suicidal madness that defied all reason, all laws, and all pride. He didn't care that she was married to his deadliest enemy. He didn't care that sleeping with her could drag our entire pack into a bloody, catastrophic war. He was ready to burn the whole world to ashes just to keep her wet and whimpering in his arms.

Samson unbuckled his heavy leather belt with frantic, shaking hands. He pulled his long, rock-hard dick out of his trousers, thick and throbbing in the dim light.

Without a single second of hesitation, he lifted Aisha's thigh over his hip and thrust his entire length straight into her soaking, eager vagina in one deep, brutal stroke.

Aisha let out a sharp, breathless gasp, her arms wrapping tight around his neck as she locked her legs around his waist. Samson pinned her against the stone wall of the terrace and began making love to her right there in the open daylight.

The sound of his heavy hips slapping relentlessly against her bare thighs filled the courtyard. He drove himself into her again and again, deeper and rougher with every stroke, his dark eyes locked onto hers with a desperate, possessive fury. He kissed her deeply, plunging his tongue into her mouth, stealing her whimpers, swallowing her tears as they rocked together in dirty, forbidden passion.

"You are mine, Aisha," Samson gasped against her lips, his thrusts becoming faster, harder, and completely wild. "You have always been mine... I will never let him have you again..."

"Samson... oh Goddess, Samson!" Aisha cried out, her nails digging deep red tracks into his back as her body shivered from a powerful, shattering orgasm around his shaft.

I stood behind the stone pillar, frozen like a statue carved out of ice.

I watched the man I called my husband pour his seed deep inside the woman who had ruined my life. I watched the love of my life kiss her bruised lips with sweet, gentle reverence after he came, cradling her face in his hands as if she were the most precious jewel in the world.

Every lie I had built my life upon was dead.

The baby inside my belly was not an Alpha heir—it was a bastard fathered by a faceless servant in the dark. My husband did not love me—he was plotting to publicly ruin me, strip my title, and throw my body to the dogs. And the victory I had paraded in front of Aisha was nothing more than a pathetic, humiliating joke.

A quiet, deadly stillness settled deep inside my chest. The tears dried up on my face. The pain in my heart hardened into something cold, heavy, and lethal.

If Samson was planning to disgrace me... if he was ready to kill for this white wolf whore... then I had nothing left to lose.

I turned around slowly, my silk gown rustling against the grass, and walked silently away from the courtyard, leaving the two lovers tangled in each other's arms.