NOT MINE

MABEL

This pregnancy was the single best thing that had ever happened to me.

Every morning when I woke up and ran my manicured fingers over my lower stomach, a wave of dark, triumphant satisfaction washed through my blood. I was carrying the next Alpha heir of the Blue Wing pack. I was cementing my throne, securing my legacy, and permanently burying that white wolf bitch, Aisha, in the dust where she belonged.

Best of all, Alpha Samson, my husband, had completely changed his behavior toward me.

Ever since the pregnancy was confirmed, he kept coming to my private bedchamber in the middle of the night to make love to me. It had become our secret, passionate routine. These days, I went to bed completely naked, laying on top of the silk sheets with no clothes on at all, my clean, pink vagina wide open and staring up in the dark, just waiting for him to come in and eat.

He always started each night the exact same way—dropping to his knees between my thighs, his broad hands gripping my hips as his hot tongue began scrubbing over my sensitive clitoris. He would swirl his tongue rhythmically, flicking it against my tip, using his tongue like a small penis to slide against my sensitive core.

Dear Goddess of the Moon, I loved it.

I would arch my back off the mattress, gripping the headboard, groaning out his name as a sweet, intense heat consumed my entire body. While his hot tongue kept gliding inside my wet folds, he would slowly insert his baby finger into my tight hole, curling it inside me with short, expert pumps. The combination of his tongue swirling above and his finger working deep inside drove me completely out of my mind.

Samson loved me. I knew it in my heart. He was a proud, cold Alpha to the rest of the world, but in the dark of my bedroom, he worshipped my body. I just wondered why he was so stubbornly quiet about it during the daytime—why he refused to let his true feelings show in front of the pack elders.

This night was even more wild than usual. I had both of my legs flying high in the air, resting over his broad, muscular shoulders, while he relentlessly smacked his Luna's pussy with heavy, rhythmic thrusts of his thick shaft. The wet, slapping sound of our bodies colliding echoed through the quiet room as I screamed in pure ecstasy.

When I was finally satisfied, my body shivering from a massive climax, he slowly pulled himself out, collapsing beside me for just a brief second. Before he stood up to adjust his trousers, he leaned down close, burying his face in my damp hair, and whispered three faint words into my ear:

"I love you, Mabel."

My heart soared. The voice was faint, raspy, and barely audible, but I believed it was just because of the hard, long, rough sex we had just shared. He buttoned his pants in the dim moonlight and quietly slipped out of the room, as he always did.

The next morning, the bright sun streamed through the dining room windows. Samson sat at the head of the long marble table, sipping his black coffee and reading through a stack of war reports. He looked as cold, calm, and distant as ever, wearing his formal dark tunic.

I walked into the room wearing a sheer silk robe, my hands resting proudly over my stomach. I sat down right beside him, pouring a cup of warm tea.

"Why don't you spend the whole night with me after sex?" I asked him softly, tilting my head as I looked at his handsome profile. "And why do you always have to sneak into my room in the middle of the night to sleep with me?"

Samson didn't look up from his papers right away. He took a slow sip of his coffee, his jaw setting firmly before he finally turned his dark eyes toward me.

"That's because I love strange sex settings, Mabel," he said smoothly, his voice deep and completely calm. "I like the thrill of the dark. Is there a problem with that?"

I let out a soft laugh, swirling my tea. "Well... that actually makes sense. You've always been unpredictable." I leaned over, laying my hand gently on his knee under the table. "You know, I am pregnant, and your baby needs you in the middle of the night anyway."

A brief, unreadable flicker crossed Samson's eyes, but he didn't pull his leg away. Instead, a tiny, rare smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. We both laughed softly, the tension in the room dissolving.

I leaned back in my chair, my heart filled with absolute joy. I was so incredibly happy that I had him. Ever since the council confirmed my pregnancy, Samson had completely dropped all talk of divorce. He no longer brought up Aisha's name. He no longer looked at me with disgust. I was winning this war, step by step, taking back everything that belonged to me.

After breakfast, my head maid walked in to remind me of my schedule. "Luna Mabel, the pack physician called to confirm your antenatal appointment today. Should I tell him to come to the house to examine you?"

"No," I replied immediately, a wicked, brilliant idea popping into my head.

Normally, the Alpha's Luna stayed in the mansion and had the royal doctor come to her private suite. But I didn't want to stay home. I was glowing, my stomach was starting to show a tiny, perfect bump, and I wanted the whole world to see it. Most importantly, I desperately needed to taunt Aisha with my victory. I needed to rub my pregnancy in her pathetic face until she choked on her own tears.

"I will go to the hospital myself," I ordered, standing up. "Prepare my grand carriage."

I went to the pack hospital, where the doctor bowed low, checked my vitals, and declared that the Alpha heir was growing strong and healthy inside my womb. Leaving the clinic with a radiant smile, I instructed my carriage driver not to head back to Blue Wing, but to drive straight across the territory border toward the Black Star pack house.

When my golden carriage pulled up to the grand Black Star estate, the guards looked surprised, but they couldn't deny entry to the Luna of Blue Wing. I strutted up the marble front steps, holding my head high, my hand resting prominently on my stomach.

Aisha was sitting in the formal reception room, looking pale, tired, and deeply stressed. Her hair was pulled back loosely, and her eyes had dark circles beneath them. The moment she looked up and saw me walking in, her entire body went stiff with hatred.

"What are you doing in my home, Mabel?" Aisha snapped, her voice dripping with venom as she stood up from her chair.

"Oh, calm down, Aisha," I purred, letting out a soft, mocking laugh as I smoothed down my form-fitting dress. "I actually came to see Alpha Damian on an official territorial matter. Is your husband home?"

Aisha's jaw tightened. She tried to hide it, but a flash of deep worry and panic crossed her face before she quickly masked it.

"He is busy," she lied coldly.

"Is he?" I smirked, stepping closer to her, lowering my voice so the nearby guards couldn't hear. "Because the guards at the front gate whispered that Alpha Damian hasn't returned home for weeks. In fact, he hasn't been seen since the Moon Ball."

Aisha didn't answer. Her eyes darted away for a fraction of a second—a clear confirmation.

I stroked my chin, pretending to look puzzled. "How strange... Damian loves you so much, doesn't he? He practically started a war for you. I wonder what could have possibly kept him away from his precious white wolf for three whole weeks?"

Seeing her stand there, helpless, miserable, and abandoned, filled me with a intoxicating rush of power. I stepped right into her personal space, tilting my head up, letting my eyes burn into hers with pure, unfiltered malice.

"I came here today just to look at you, Aisha," I whispered savagely, my smile widening. "I wanted you to look at my belly and remember who I am. I killed your sweet little brothers, Leo and Toby, and wiped out your bloodline. And now? Now I have my husband back in my bed every single night. I have his heart, his baby, and his pack."

Aisha's hands trembled at her sides, her white wolf aura flaring weakly, but she was too broken to strike me.

"You returned to Blue Wing thinking you could destroy me," I continued, leaning in until my breath touched her ear. "But the Goddess of the Moon placed me far above you. And above you I must remain forever."

I stepped back, patted my stomach gently, gave her one last blinding, victorious smile, and turned around, sweeping my silk cloak behind me as I walked out of her mansion like a conquering queen.

When I arrived back at the Blue Wing pack house an hour later, I felt like I was walking on air. I strutted into Samson's private study, where he was sitting at his grand oak desk, reviewing border patrol maps.

"Samson, darling!" I chirped happily, walking over and leaning against the edge of his desk. "You won't believe the scandalous rumor I just confirmed."

Samson slowly raised his head, his dark eyes fixated on me. "What rumor?"

"Damian has abandoned Aisha!" I laughed, shaking my head with fake pity. "I just came back from the Black Star mansion. Aisha is living there all alone, looking like a pathetic stray dog. Damian hasn't set foot in his own house for weeks! He completely left her!"

I expected Samson to smile. I expected him to chuckle with me, or at least show some satisfaction that our greatest rival pack was falling into chaos from within.

Instead, the moment those words left my mouth, Samson's entire face turned deathly pale. His eyes widened in sheer, sudden panic.

Without saying a single word to me, Samson abruptly slammed his palms onto the desk, stood up so fast his heavy leather chair flipped backward, and bolted out of the study.

"Samson?!" I gasped, stunned. "Where are you going?!"

He didn't answer. He sprinted down the hallway like a wild beast, ignoring my calls. I heard the front doors burst open, followed by the furious roar of his luxury sports car engine as the tires screeched violently against the driveway gravel.

He was speeding back to her. He was rushing straight to Aisha's house at a dangerous, suicidal speed.

A sharp, painful stab of betrayal pierced right through my chest. The dizzying high of my victory vanished in an instant, replaced by a cold, sickening terror. Why is he running to her? Why does he care if Damian left her? After everything I had bragged about to Aisha—after boasting about how Samson loved me, worshipped my body, and slept in my bed—his desperate reaction felt like a brutal slap across my face.

"Get the secondary carriage now!" I screamed at the head guard in the foyer, my voice trembling with rage and heartbreak. "Follow him!"

My driver pushed the horses to their absolute limit, chasing the dust trail left by Samson's speeding car. By the time my carriage pulled up outside the Black Star mansion for the second time that day, the front gates were wide open.

I threw the carriage door open, grabbed the sides of my gown, and marched straight up the steps into the mansion. The servants were too terrified by the sudden Alpha intrusion to stop me. I followed the loud, echoing sound of shouting coming from the grand courtyard behind the house.

I rounded the corner of the marble terrace and froze.

Samson was standing in the middle of the courtyard, gripping Aisha forcefully by both of her upper arms. Aisha was trying to push him away, her face red and tear-stained.

"Samson, let go of me!" Aisha yelled, slapping at his chest. "Get out of my house!"

"I'm not leaving you here alone with no protection!" Samson roared back, his voice thick with a raw, desperate possessiveness that he had never used with me. "If Damian has left you, you are coming back to Blue Wing with me right now!"

"I am not going anywhere with you!" Aisha screamed, her eyes blazing with tears. "You lied to me! You put a baby inside Mabel! You made her your true Luna!"

I stood hidden behind the stone pillar, my breath catching in my throat, my heart pounding so hard against my ribs I thought it would shatter. I waited for Samson to put her in her place. I waited for him to tell her that he loved me, that I was carrying his heir, that she was nothing to him.

Instead, Samson pulled Aisha closer, cupping her face in his broad hands, looking down into her eyes with an agonizing, raw intensity that tore my soul into pieces.

"I didn't lie to you, Aisha!" Samson yelled, his voice echoing across the empty courtyard with terrifying clarity. "Listen to me! I swear on my life, the baby in Mabel's womb is NOT MINE!"