SILENCE AFTER THE NOISE

AISHA

AISHA

I stood by the doorway, listening to Damian’s loud voice echoing down the corridor as he barked orders at his men. I squeezed my eyes shut for a second, rubbing my temples in sheer frustration. Mabel is a Luna, for Goddess's sake. She is the female leader of a whole pack! She cannot just be commanded or dragged like a common maid.

Damian is always so full of himself. He genuinely thinks he can command anyone on this earth just the way he commands his household servants. He acts like his Alpha aura gives him total control over the entire werewolf world, but arrogance without strategy will get us both killed.

I hurried down the hall, holding up my hand to stop the guards before they could sprint out the iron gates.

"Stop!" I commanded, my voice sharp enough to make them freeze in their tracks. "Do not step foot in Alpha Samson’s territory demanding for Mabel."

I turned back toward Damian, who was strutting down the hallway behind me with a dark, angry scowl on his face.

"It doesn't work like that, Damian," I said, looking him dead in the eye. "If you send guards to drag a rival Luna out of her pack house, you are declaring an open war before we even know what cards she holds. We have to make this official. We invite them to a formal dinner. We keep it friendly."

I stared at him, screaming in my head: Dear Goddess of the Moon, do I really need to teach this grown man how to bring his enemies close and make them believe they are his best friends?

Damian growled under his breath, but deep down, he knew I was right. He swallowed his pride, nodded reluctantly, and agreed to the plan.

We fixed a date. The very next morning, we dispatched a formal, wax-sealed invitation to Alpha Samson, inviting him and his Luna to a private dinner at our palace to foster peace between our territories.

A day before the dinner, I was sitting alone in my chamber, brushing my hair, when my phone vibrated on the vanity mirror. I picked it up, my heart doing a sudden, violent flip when I saw Samson’s name on the screen.

I answered it, putting the phone against my ear.

"Aisha..." Samson’s deep, velvety voice came through the receiver, sending a sudden wave of heat straight down my spine. "I can't stop thinking about you. I miss the lovemaking we shared, Aisha. I want you to visit me again. I love you... I have always loved you, even when things went wrong."

His words sent shivers straight down my spine. I gripped the edge of the wooden table, my knuckles turning white. A strange, terrifying sensation washed over me, a feeling I tried desperately to fight off. Somehow, deep down, I felt like I was falling in love with Samson.

No, I forced myself to think, biting my lower lip until I tasted copper. Love is not needed at the moment. Love is a weakness. Right now, I only need two things: my safety and my revenge.

The day of the dinner arrived faster than I expected. The event was set to start in a few hours, and a strange, nervous energy consumed me.

I stood in front of my massive wooden closet, pulling out dress after dress. I wanted to wear something sexy—all for Samson. I couldn't even explain to myself why I was so happy at the thought of seeing him, or why I was so desperately eager to impress him with my looks.

I tried on ten different outfits, throwing them onto the bed one by one. Nothing felt right. I needed something that would make his blood run hot the second he walked through the door.

Finally, I chose a blood-red silk gown. It was dangerously sheer around the bodice, clinging tightly to my waist and showing the full shape of my breasts and the dark outline of my nipples right through the fabric. I didn't care one bit how Damian would feel about my body showing off like that. Damian was just a means to an end.

By the time I finished setting my hair, heavy footsteps echoed down the grand staircase.

They were here.

We all gathered in the grand dining room. The long marble table was laid out with lavish roast meats, wine, and warm bread. We took our seats—Damian at the head, Samson across from him, while Mabel and I sat on opposite sides.

Samson and Damian greeted each other with tense, heavy handshakes, sizing each other up like two dangerous predators sharing a cage.

I took a deep breath, trying to play my part. I looked across the table at Mabel, forcing a soft, welcoming smile onto my face. "Mabel, welcome to our home. I hope the journey was—"

"Oh, save it, Aisha," Mabel sneered, cutting me off with a cold wave of her hand as she pushed her plate forward. "You remain nothing but a filthy servant to me. Don't act like we are equals just because you stole a ring."

I didn't let her bite get to me. I simply smiled, picking up my wine glass and taking a calm sip. I turned my attention away from her and joined the men in their loud discussion about territorial borders and pack security. Mabel sat there in absolute silence, picking at her meat alone while we spoke.

After a few minutes, I caught Damian’s eye from across the table. I gave him a subtle, sharp signal—a quick nod toward Mabel and then toward the back hallway. It was time for him to execute the plan: get her alone, make her talk, and find out what she knew.

Damian caught the hint immediately. He stood up, wiping his mouth with a napkin. "Mabel, step with me into my private study for a moment. We need to discuss the border patrol matters your pack requested."

Mabel glanced at Samson, who barely even raised an eyebrow. Samson didn't have a single problem with his wife walking off with another Alpha because his dark, hungry eyes were entirely locked onto me. He was completely mesmerized, staring directly at my revealing nipples through the sheer red silk.

As soon as the heavy oak doors of the study clicked shut down the hall, Samson stood up. He walked around the long dining table, his heavy boots clicking against the marble floor until he was standing right behind my chair.

"Oh, Goddess, I missed you, Aisha," he murmured, his deep voice thick with raw desire.

He reached down, grabbing my shoulder and pulling me back against his broad chest. His large hand slid down my neck, hooking into the collar of my red gown to pull me close to his shirt.

Part of me screamed to push him away, but I knew I had to play along. I needed to keep him completely distracted so he wouldn't think about where Mabel was or what she was doing. Damian needed time to get all the information we required to destroy her.

Samson didn't waste a single second. He pulled my gown up past my thighs, his warm, thick fingers sliding underneath the thin fabric. I gasped softly as his hand reached my vagina, his fingers immediately finding my wetness. He began to finger my pussy, his thumb moving in slow, agonizing circles as he tickled and stroked my sensitive clitoris.

My breath hitched in my throat, a soft groan escaping my lips despite my best efforts to stay silent.

"You like that, don't you?" Samson whispered darkly into my ear.

Before I could answer, he grabbed my hips, lifted me effortlessly off the chair, and sat me down right on the edge of the grand dining table. He spread my knees wide apart, his hands rough and impatient. With his free hand, he unbuckled his heavy leather belt and pulled out his massive, throbbing dick.

He pushed the thick tip against my entrance, looking deep into my eyes with intense, possessive passion.

"I disvirgined you, Aisha," he growled out, his voice shaking with emotion. "And so you belong to me. No one else."

He plunged deep inside me with one swift, brutal stroke.

The sheer size of him filled me completely, sending a wild wave of fire through my veins. My hands shot out, gripping the edges of the wooden table as he pulled back and slammed into me again, increasing his speed and depth with every single thrust.

"Oh! Samson, go harder!" I screamed out, completely losing control of my own mind. I threw my head back, my chest heaving as I craved more and more of his dick inside me. It felt like no matter how deep he hit, it was never enough.

I think I am in love with Samson, the terrifying thought echoed in my mind as my body thrilled under his touch.

He kept digging deep into my vagina, his hips moving in a wild, relentless rhythm while his mouth dropped to my chest, sucking and biting on my exposed nipples through the red dress.

"I will take you away from him, my dear," Samson moaned against my skin, his hands digging into the meat of my thighs. "Very soon. I'll take you back to my pack where you belong."

"And Mabel?" I panted out, trying to keep a sliver of my brain focused on my goal as my waist rolled against his. "What about your Luna?"

"Oh, I will divorce her even tonight if you wish!" Samson gasped out, his thrusts growing wilder. "I'll cast her out into the cold!"

No, I said to myself in the silence of my own head, gripping his shoulders tightly. Not until I have her confess all her crimes. Not until she suffers for what she did to my brothers.

Samson pushed me back farther onto the table, his movements becoming frantic. As he hit me harder and harder, his heavy body slammed against the fine dining set. Plates rattled violently, and a stack of expensive ceramic dishes crashed off the edge, shattering into a hundred sharp pieces across the hard marble floor.

The loud noise echoed through the grand dining hall, the sound of breaking glass sharp enough to wake the dead.

I froze for a split second, expecting the doors to burst open. But no one came. The loud crash didn't bring Damian and Mabel running out of the study like I expected them to.

Samson let out a dark, satisfied laugh, completely unbothered by the mess, happy that we were still uninterrupted as he continued to pound into me.

But a cold, sickening knot tied itself in my stomach.

Why hadn't Damian come out to check on the noise? Why was it so quiet down that hallway? A disturbing suspicion began to creep into my mind, turning my blood cold right in the middle of the heat.

Could Mabel be doing the exact same thing to Damian right now in his private study?