OBSSESSED

AISHA

AISHA

The sun rose over the burning desert, painting the sky in blood-red streaks. Out on the open field, hundreds of soldiers stood in formation, weapons gleaming in the harsh morning light.

As the war horn sounded and the troops began to advance, my eyes immediately scanned the battlefield. That was when I noticed it. Damian had quietly directed about fifty of his elite soldiers to surround Samson. Even though Samson was an Alpha and had his own loyal soldiers surrounding him for protection, a cold fear gripped my heart. I knew how Damian operated. I was absolutely sure those fifty soldiers had strict orders to ambush and kill Samson under the chaotic fog of war.

In that moment, I abandoned the plan. I refused to fight for Damian's cause. My only goal on that field was to protect Samson.

I couldn't hide my true intentions any longer. As the frontlines collided in a violent clash of steel and shifting wolves, I unleashed my White Wolf power. But instead of striking down the enemy, I turned my rage toward Damian’s pack—the very pack I belonged to by marriage. I sprinted across the sand, a blur of silver fur and raw power, tearing through Damian’s elite squad before they could reach Samson. I slammed my paws into their chests, ripping through their armor and throwing their heavy bodies across the dirt.

Damian noticed. Samson noticed. Even Alpha Nicholas of the Dark Iron Pack noticed the chaos unfolding. They all watched in utter shock as the Alpha’s own Luna fought against her husband's men. But at the moment, I didn't care about their stares or their judgment. All that mattered was keeping Samson alive.

By the time the dust settled and the horn signaled the end of the skirmish, the battlefield was silent. Most of our soldiers lay dead in the sand—and a huge portion of them had died by my own hands because I had brutally slaughtered them to shield Samson.

The moment we got into our command tent, away from the eyes of the surviving troops, Damian’s violent fury exploded.

Before I could even catch my breath, Damian swung his heavy hand and slapped me heavily across the face.

SLAP!

The force of the blow snapped my head to the side, the stinging pain burning across my cheek.

"You are protecting the enemy!" Damian roared, his jaw muscles tight with pure, unbridled rage, his dark eyes flashing with lethal danger.

I wiped a streak of blood from the corner of my lip, standing my ground and glaring straight into his dark eyes. "He is not an enemy!" I yelled back at him, my voice shaking the heavy canvas of the tent. "You don't care about the border or the pack! You just want to kill him out of sheer, sickening jealousy!"

I spat on the ground, turned my back on him, and was about to walk out of the tent.

"Aisha!" Damian growled.

He lunged forward, grabbing a fistful of my hair and yanked me backward with ruthless strength. I lost my balance and landed heavily on the fur-covered bed, gasping for air as he loomed over me like a dark shadow.

"Aisha, you do not walk out on me!" he shouted, his voice vibrating with absolute authority.

I lay on the bed, tears finally spilling over my lashes as the weight of everything hit me at once. "I gave you my body to use as you want!" I sobbed, my chest heaving with deep, painful gasps. "My strength and my power, I promised to use them to defend your pack! But the one favor I demanded from you—to spare Samson, to destroy Luna Mabel, you refused!"

"Today you did not defend the pack!" Damian yelled back, stepping closer and slapping me again heavily across the face. "Instead, you defended your crush!"

The second slap hit with terrible force. My head slammed against the wooden frame of the bed, dark spots exploding across my vision. The sounds of the desert faded away into a dull ring, and everything went completely black as I passed out cold.

Hours passed in total darkness.

Sometime in the middle of the night, I slowly began to regain consciousness. My head was throbbing with a dull pain, but a deep, intense heat was radiating from the lower half of my body.

I didn't open my eyes. I felt his long, rigid dick already buried deep inside my vagina, pounding into me from behind.

Damian was simply obsessed with my body. Even after hitting me, even after I had betrayed his soldiers on the battlefield, he couldn't stay away from my skin for a single night.

I kept my eyes shut tight, pretending to be fast asleep, allowing him to continuously pound my vagina from the back. The situation was completely insane, a twisted nightmare I couldn't escape. I love Samson with all my heart, but God help me, I cannot resist Damian's touch and his dick. The sheer power of his Alpha aura and his physical dominance stirred something primal inside me that I couldn't fight off, no matter how much I hated him.

Slowly, carefully, Damian adjusted my limp body, placing me flat on the bed with my face buried in the soft furs, and continued his relentless thrusting from behind. His broad hands gripped my hips tight, his fingers digging deep into my skin as his hips slammed against my backside in a heavy, rhythmic beat.

I bit my lower lip, trying with every ounce of my willpower not to make a sound. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction. I didn't want to express pleasure for a monster who had just struck me down.

But damn it, Damian's dick was so powerful, and the sensation was so overwhelming that my self-control completely shattered.

"Ah... Oh, Goddess!" I let out a loud, shuddering moan, my hands clutching the sheets as the intense wave of pleasure washed over my entire body.

I threw all my pride away, rolling my hips back to meet his hard thrusts. "More, Damian! Kick it harder!" I moaned out loud, giving in completely to the raw heat consuming the room.

Damian let out a low, guttural growl against the back of my neck, his thrusts becoming faster, deeper, and more brutal, driving me wild until the bed groaned under our weight.

"If you stay away from Samson, I will give you this every single hour," Damian panted heavily into my ear, his breath hot and ragged against my skin. "Trust me, Aisha... I can't share you with anyone. You belong to me."

His possessive words echoed in the dark tent. Just then, a sudden, sharp memory flashed through my mind—the image of that delicate piece of silk falling onto the carpet after our dinner party.

The heat in my body instantly turned into a cold, sharp focus.

"If I belong to you..." I gasped out mid-thrust, my voice trembling between pleasure and suspicion, "then what were you doing with Mabel's pink g-string pant in your pocket?"

Damian’s movements didn't stop, but a slow, wicked smile spread across his face in the dark as he leaned down close to my ear.

"You just don't want to know," he murmured again, his voice dark and unreadable as he drove himself into me one last, powerful time.

I buried my face in the furs, my eyes wide open in the dark. He was still keeping secrets, still playing his twisted games with Mabel behind my back. As he held me tight from behind, his heavy body weight resting on mine, I knew one thing for certain: this war was far from over, and I would have to play my cards better than ever if I wanted to survive both of these dangerous Alphas.