SILLY ME

AISHA

Damian didn't say a single word at the iron gates.

He didn't yell. He didn't demand an explanation in front of the guards. He simply reached out with a hand like an iron clamp, grabbed my wrist so tight I heard the bones creak, and dragged me across the gravel driveway, through the massive front doors, and straight up the stairs into our master bedroom.

The moment the heavy door slammed shut and the lock clicked, hell broke loose.

He threw me across the room. My body flew through the air, crashing hard against the edge of the marble fireplace mantle before I hit the floor with a sickening thud. Pain exploded across my side, but before I could even catch my breath, Damian was over me.

He gave me the beatings of my life.

He hit me so hard that my vision blurred into swimming spots of black and red. He dragged me up by my hair, throwing wild, furious strikes against my shoulders, my back, and my face. I am a White Wolf—a lethal, powerful warrior. I could have shifted. I could have fought back. I could have drawn my dagger and carved into his flesh just like I did on the battlefield two weeks ago.

But I couldn't bring myself to lift a hand. I lay there on the cold floor, taking every blow, taking every hit, because deep down in my soul, I knew the bitter, dark truth: I had hurt this man so many times. I had destroyed his pride, betrayed his trust, fought against his army, and slept with his sworn enemy.

Damian grabbed me by the front of my dress, lifting me off the floor and slamming my back flat against the wall. The back of my head cracked violently against the hard wood. Warm, thick blood instantly began to trickle down the nape of my neck, soaking into my disheveled collar.

"Aisha... why?" Damian cried, his deep voice cracking into a raw, broken rasp. "Why are you doing this to me?!"

I froze, looking up through my swollen, tear-filled eyes.

For the first time since I had known him—the terrifying, cold Alpha who ruled half the continent with an iron fist—I saw real, hot tears welling up in his eyes. He tried to hide it, turning his face away and jaw flexing, but a single tear slipped down his bruised cheek, glistening in the morning light.

His eyes fell upon the crimson blood running down my neck and pooling onto the floor. The sight of it seemed to snap something inside him. His hands began to tremble on my shoulders.

"I don't want to hit you," he whispered, his voice shaking with a terrifying mixture of remorse and agony as he backed away, staring at his own blood-stained knuckles. "I don't want to hit you, Aisha! But you keep making me do it! You keep pushing me until I lose my mind!"

I slid down the wall, sitting on the cold floor, wiping the blood from my chin with a trembling hand. The pain in my head was agonizing, but the exhaustion in my soul was far worse.

"I want a divorce," I croaked out, my throat raw and dry. "I want a divorce, Damian... so we stop torturing ourselves. Just let me go."

Damian let out a bitter, manic laugh that made my skin crawl. He took three steps forward, towering over me, his dark eyes burning with a lethal, absolute truth.

"A divorce?" he snarled, leaning down until his face was inches from mine. "You think I don't know why you want a divorce? I know you are with Samson, Aisha! I know about the battles you fought for him! I knew it was you under that iron visor on the frontline! You had to cut my leg just to cover up your dirty betrayal!"

My heart stopped beating. Every drop of blood drained from my face.

"I know you sneak out every single night to be with him," Damian barked, his chest heaving like a wounded beast. "I know everything, Aisha! I've known for weeks! But I love you! I love you so damn much that I swallowed my pride every night while you drove away! I stayed silent hoping you would come back to your senses... because I can't let him have you!"

He straightened up, his face darkening into a mask of pure, absolute executioner rage.

"I will kill Samson tonight," he roared, the sound echoing through the room like thunder. "I am going to march into his estate and rip his head off his shoulders with my bare hands!"

Panic, raw and paralyzing, slammed into my chest.

He was going to kill him. And even if Damian didn't cut his throat personally, if he publicly announced to the High Council of Alphas that Samson was sleeping with his anointed Luna, the ancient pack laws were absolute. The Council would immediately order Samson's head to be placed on a spike for high treason and adultery.

I couldn't let that happen. Samson was my love, my escape, my everything. I couldn't let him die because of me.

"No! Please!" I cried out, throwing myself forward onto my knees, my hands grabbing the hem of his dark tunic, sobbing uncontrollably. "Please, Damian, no! I'm pleading with you! Don't do this!"

Damian was too angry. He kicked my hands away, his breathing ragged, pacing the room like a madman ready to summon his entire army for war. Words weren't going to stop him. Reasoning wasn't going to work. He was an Alpha blinded by utter betrayal, and I desperately needed to calm him down right now.

And I knew the only way to tame a beast like Damian was with sex.

With shaking, bloody hands, I reached for the front of my dress. I unbuttoned the torn fabric, sliding the straps off my bruised shoulders, and let the gown drop completely to the floor. I stood up on trembling legs, totally naked, covered in dark purplish bruises and my own blood, laying my body bare before him.

It worked like magic.

The moment his eyes fell upon my nakedness, Damian's pacing instantly stopped. His heavy breathing hitched in his throat. His gaze swept down my chest, my flat stomach, and my exposed thighs. Right before my eyes, the sheer, primal grip I had over his body took control—at the sight of my nakedness, a king-sized erection swelled violently beneath his dark trousers.

Despite the blinding headache, despite the throbbing pain on my head from the smack against the wall, I swallowed my pride and stepped closer to him.

I dropped to my knees in front of him. I unbuckled his heavy belt, pulled down his pants, and took his massive, rigid shaft into my hands. With my fingers, I played with his heavy balls, gently stroking his length, guiding his body away from thoughts of war and blood.

He didn't say a word. He grabbed me by my arms, lifting me onto the edge of the heavy oak bed, and we had sex silently.

It was very rough sex—a silent, desperate war played out on the silk sheets. Because of the beatings, the fear, and the intense stress, my body refused to cooperate. I could not get wet. My vagina was completely bone-dry.

Noticing my dryness, Damian pulled back for a brief second, leaned down, and spat directly into my pussy hole to get it wet enough to take him.

Without waiting another second, he shoved his massive penis straight inside me. His thrusts were hard, rough, and punishing, the heavy thuds echoing through the quiet room as he used my body to bleed off his rage. While he drove himself deep inside my dry, aching hole, his large hands slammed down onto my hips, smacking my skin red, while he bit my sensitive nipples tightly with his teeth, leaving deep mark after mark.

I held on, taking the rough treatment, keeping my mouth shut, silently enduring the pain just to keep Samson alive for one more night.

Late that night, around 1:00 AM, I woke up to the sound of a quiet door clicking shut.

I sat up on the bed, wincing as the bruises on my back flared with sharp pain. The space beside me was cold and empty. Damian was gone.

A terrible, suffocating feeling settled in my gut. He hadn't calmed down—he had just satisfied his physical hunger before heading out to do what he promised. I suspected immediately that he had gone straight to Samson's house.

Ignoring the agony in my body, I pulled on a dark cloak, threw on my riding boots, and slipped out of the estate. I trailed behind his horse's tracks in the dark, driving recklessly through the foggy roads toward the Blue Wing territory.

I arrived at Samson's grand estate just minutes after Damian. Moving like a ghost through the back entrance, I reached the inner private corridor right behind Damian's silent shadow. My chest was beating out of my ribs. I was ready to throw my body between Damian and Samson, ready to beg on my knees, ready to take a blade for the man I loved to spare his life.

We reached the partially open mahogany doors of Samson's private quarters.

Damian stopped in his tracks, his hand resting on the hilt of his broadsword, listening to the voices inside. I stepped right up behind him, reaching out to touch his arm, opening my mouth to utter a desperate whisper, pleading with him to spare Samson's life.

But before a single word could leave my lips, a loud, ringing voice from inside the room cut through the silence like a silver blade.

"Samson!" Luna Mabel's voice echoed with overwhelming, joyful triumph. "I am pregnant! I am carrying your baby!"

The entire world came to a sudden, screeching halt.

I froze. Damian froze.

From the gap in the doorway, I saw Samson standing by the bed. He wasn't pushing her away. He wasn't yelling at her. He was standing right next to Luna Mabel, looking down at her as she held her lower stomach with a victorious, glowing smile on her face.

The floor beneath my feet felt like it had completely opened up and swallowed me whole.

I stood there in the dark hallway, my hands trembling, my breath completely catching in my throat as a wave of cold, sickening nausea washed over me.

Pregnant.

I have never felt so betrayed, so dirty, and so thoroughly cheated in my entire life.

My mind spun out of control, replaying every single word Samson had ever whispered to me in the dark. Samson had sworn to me over and over again that he never touched Mabel. He had looked into my eyes while screwing my pussy, promising me on his life and his Alpha honor that he had completely rejected her, that he protected his bed only for me.

And I... like a foolish, desperate idiot... had ruined my own Alpha for him. I had betrayed Damian, cut my husband's leg, taken severe beatings, let Damian spit on my dry pussy and bruise my body, all just to keep Samson safe.

I had destroyed everything for a man who was busy putting a baby inside his wife's womb behind my back.