WE ARE BOTH LOOKING FOR OUR PARTNERS

AISHA

Damian didn't return immediately, which gave Samson and me the luxury of time we desperately needed.

We stayed wrapped in each other’s arms on the bed, far away from the cold reality of the war waiting outside. Samson was relentless with his touch. He cupped my breasts gently, rolling my nipples between his warm fingers, kissing down my neck whenever I let out a soft groan. When he was clearly tired of using his thick dick inside my vagina hole, he shifted down, using his thumb and tongue to play with my sensitive clitoris while we lay together talking about different things.

At every second, he made sure my hands were placed directly on his already fallen dick. He liked feeling my bare skin against him, keeping me as close as humanly possible.

We loved the sex, but more than that, we loved ourselves. I genuinely enjoyed his company. I loved the deep, melodic way he spoke to me, I loved the way he loved me without conditions, and I loved the soft, breathless way he called my name in the dark. I loved everything about Samson. He made me feel like a woman, not just a pawn in a bloody territory war.

As midnight approached, the peaceful quiet inside the tent was shattered.

BOOM!

A heavy explosion rocked the ground beneath us, followed by the terrifying war cries of advancing wolves. It was a surprise attack—not from Damian, but from Alpha Nicholas and his Dark Iron Pack.

Samson reacted instantly. He pulled on his trousers, grabbed his heavy blades, and sprinted out into the night. Our surviving soldiers rallied, locking shields and clashing violently with Nicholas's invading men in the dark sand. Somehow, during the initial chaos, Samson expertly fought his way through the frontline, cutting down attackers left and right. The guards formed a heavy defensive wall around him while they anxiously waited for Alpha Damian to return and take command.

One hour passed. Then two. Then three. There was still no sign of Alpha Damian anywhere on the battlefield.

A cold, sickening knot tied itself tight in my chest. I knew something was horribly wrong. What on earth has Samson done to him?

I may not love Damian, but deep down, my soul was heavy with guilt. A lot of innocent people had already died because of me, because of my presence, because of my secrets. As harsh, cold, and possessive as Damian was, I was simply not ready to let another person die for my sake—not even him.

Driven by panic, I shifted into my White Wolf form, my bones popping and my fur bursting forth as I leaped out of the tent into the bloody battle.

The sand was stained red, illuminated only by scattered torchfire. I sprinted toward Samson, who was right in the middle of the violent melee. The border fight had officially begun in full swing, yet Alpha Damian was still completely missing. Strangely enough, Mabel was also nowhere to be found.

Without Damian’s terrifying presence on the field, Samson took total control of the combined forces. Together, we fought like wild beasts. I ripped through Nicholas's flank while Samson decapitated their front ranks. We slaughtered most of Nicholas’s men—nearly all of them—until the sand was littered with Dark Iron corpses.

Realizing he had been completely outmatched and outfought, Alpha Nicholas let out a bitter, retreat howl and fled into the dark night with his few remaining soldiers. Nicholas was soundly defeated.

Even as the dust settled, there was still no news of Damian. Because Damian was absent, Alpha Samson officially won the battle for the territory. By ancient pack law, the prized land at the border now belonged entirely to him.

The next morning, the desert was dead silent. The sun beat down on the empty tents, but there was still no sign of Damian anywhere.

A wave of frustration and anxiety drove me straight toward Samson’s private Alpha tent. I was determined to confront him, to demand that he produce Damian or tell me where his men had buried his body.

I pushed past the heavy canvas flaps without knocking. "Samson!" I called out, my voice sharp. "We need to talk right now!"

The main living area of his tent was empty, but I heard the steady splash of running water coming from behind the wooden partition near the back. I marched over and pulled the curtain aside, ready to scream at him.

The words caught completely in my throat.

Samson was standing under the makeshift shower, warm water cascading down his bronze, muscular shoulders and dripping off his heavy chest. His broad back was turned to me for a second before he slowly spun around, wiping water from his eyes.

At the immediate sight of his thick, long dick hanging heavy between his thighs, my entire body went completely weak. My bones felt fragile, my knees trembled, and within two seconds, my pussy was dripping wet. It was terrifying how much control he had over my body without even touching me. Only Samson could make me feel this helpless, this wild, and this intensely aroused with just a simple look.

Samson looked up, a dark, slow smirk spreading across his wet lips when he saw the desperate hunger in my eyes.

Without saying a single word, he reached out, grabbed my arm, and pulled me directly under the stream of water with him. He splashed cold, refreshing water over my face, then spun me around violently, pressing my front flat against the slick stone wall of the shower stall.

Before I could even process the movement, he raised my dress, lifted my left leg, and slammed his thick, rigid dick straight into my wet vagina from behind.

"Ah!" I gasped out loud, my hands slapping against the wet stone wall for balance.

He didn't give me time to think or argue. He gripped my hips with incredible strength, his heavy body smacking rhythmically against my backside as he drove himself deep inside me over and over again. The sound of water splashing mixed with the wet, intense smacking of our bodies echo-chambered inside the small space, driving us both to the absolute edge.

We broke the quiet morning with our wild, relentless passion, climaxing together once, then twice, and then a third time until my legs were shaking so badly I could barely stand on my own two feet.

After we finally finished our third climax, Samson slowed his pace, resting his heavy, wet chest against my back while his dick slowly slid out of my exhausted entrance. His chest rose and fell against my shoulder blades as he caught his breath.

I leaned my head back against his collarbone, my voice panting softly as my mind slowly cleared.

"Where is Mabel?" I asked softly, my hand resting on his thick forearm.

Samson wiped a stray droplet of water from his chin, turning his head to press a warm, gentle kiss against my neck. A dark, amused smile spread across his face.

"You see?" Samson replied smoothly, his deep voice vibrating against my back. "We are both looking for our partners."

I stood there in the warm shower, water streaming down my skin, staring at his reflection in the small mirror mounted on the wall.

A slow, chilling realization washed over me. I had spent all this time thinking Samson was just a passionate, heartbroken man blinded by love for me, someone who needed my protection against Damian’s ruthless dominance. But looking at his calm, unbothered expression right now, I realized the truth:

I think I am the one underestimating Samson.

This man can clearly take care of himself when it comes to Damian.