OPENLY DISCUSSED

AISHA

For the past few days, I began to avoid Damian completely.

I stayed in my room, ate my meals alone, and walked silently through the wide hallways of the Black Star pack house like a ghost. But what broke my heart even more was that he didn't seem to be bothered about it one bit. Damian acted as if I didn't even exist. He was constantly on his communication stone, speaking in low, secretive tones, or huddled in his private study with his military captains, discussing troop movements and border attacks. The warm, protective husband who used to hold me close every night had vanished, replaced by a cold, calculating leader whose mind was fixed entirely on war and revenge.

Then, unexpectedly, Alpha Samson came to our house.

I was sitting in the grand living room when the double doors swung open, and Samson stepped inside. He looked tall, imposing, and regal as ever, but his dark eyes carried a heavy shadow of exhaustion. My heart immediately began to race against my ribs. Seeing him standing there after two agonizing weeks filled me with a sudden, overwhelming wave of longing and intense emotion.

Damian walked down the stairs to meet him, his hands tucked casually into his trouser pockets, showing no surprise or anger at Samson’s arrival.

"She called a meeting," Samson announced, his deep voice cutting through the quiet living room. He looked between Damian and me, his jaw tightly clenched. "Mabel is ready to confess who the father of her child really is. She demands that both you and Alpha Damian be there. She swore that she will either reveal the truth privately in front of us, or she will step onto the high balcony and say it openly to the entire High Council."

Samson paused, taking a heavy, ragged breath before adding, "Mabel told the pack Elders that the story she is about to tell will cost me my throne forever."

My heart began to beat uncontrollably. A cold sweat broke out across my forehead as dread washed over my soul. What was Mabel planning to reveal? Damian already knew about Samson and me, but the thought of our secret affair being exposed and discussed openly in front of the entire council terrified me to my core. I was not proud of what I had done, and I knew the Elders would call for my head if the full truth came out.

I sat on the long leather sofa across from where Samson stood, trying to maintain my composure. Right in the middle of all this chaos and danger, looking at Samson's strong shoulders and handsome face made my blood run hot and my pussy wet..

 It had been weeks since anyone had held me, touched me, or made me feel desired.

I adjusted my dress, shifting slightly in my seat to position myself directly in his line of sight, I spread my legs so he could see my pink pussy, desperate for any sign that he still craved me. I looked up and caught his gaze. Samson's eyes flicked downward for a fraction of a second, his dark pupils dilating. I noticed his posture stiffen instantly, his breathing hitching as his trousers tightened visibly against his thigh. Even with his kingdom crumbling around him, the undeniable pull between us was still alive, he had erection at the sight of my pink pussy, I saw the erection as it happens.

Before another word could be spoken, the heavy side doors opened, and Mabel stepped into the room accompanied by two senior Elders. She walked in with her head held high, wearing a sleek velvet dress, her eyes cold and triumphant.

She didn't look at Damian, nor did she look at me. Her lethal gaze locked directly onto her husband.

"You all want the truth?" Mabel said, her voice piercing the silent room like a sharp blade. "You want to know why I slept with another man? My husband, Samson, has not touched me for months!"

The room went dead silent.

Mabel pointed a sharp, trembling finger directly at Samson's frozen face, her voice rising to a loud, hysterical scream. "He refused to come near my bed! He abandoned his duty as an Alpha, and instead, he sent someone else to be sleeping with me in the dark!"

The shock hit me like a physical blow.

My heart jumped into my throat, and I sat up straight on the couch, my legs snapping closed instantly as pure disbelief rushed through my veins.

"WHAT?!" I screamed, springing to my feet and staring at Samson in absolute horror.

The Elders gasped, whispering frantically among themselves, while Samson stood completely still, his face turning into a hard, unyielding stone mask.

I looked at Samson, my mind spinning at a thousand miles an hour. To think that an Alpha would willingly orchestrate such a monstrous setup—sending another man into his own Luna's bed just to produce an heir—was a level of cruelty I could barely fathom. Yet, beneath the terror and confusion, a strange, dark feeling of satisfaction began to bloom deep inside my chest.

Mabel—the arrogant, murderous woman who had made my life a living hell—had been subjected to the highest, most degrading humiliation a husband could ever give a wife. Samson had rejected her so thoroughly that he would rather use a proxy than touch her himself.

"Is this true, Samson?" Damian’s low, deadly voice broke through the noise, a cold, dark smirk spreading across his lips as he stepped forward. "Did you really send another man into your Luna's bed?"