Mating with Another woman

“Would you care for a drink?” Darius asked, offering a glass of wine to Amara. But just as she was about to take it, she suddenly felt a sharp, searing pain that tore through her soul.

Her eyes widened in pain as the bond between her and Damon flared to life, connecting her to him in the most excruciating way possible.

“Are you okay?” Darius asked, concern etched on his face as he noticed her sudden discomfort.

“I’m fine. I just need to use the restroom,” Amara replied, her voice strained. She quickly excused herself, rushing back to her room with her heart racing and her entire being consumed by the searing pain.

“What is happening?” she asked her wolf, who whimpered in discomfort.

“Damon is having sex with another woman—and we’re going to feel every bit of it,” her wolf announced grimly. “Brace yourself, Amara.”

Suddenly, Amara’s breath hitched as a wave of heat surged through her body—not her own, but Damon’s. She could feel his hands, the way they roughly gripped another woman.

Amara’s stomach churned violently as the sensation of his touch—meant for her—was shared with someone else. She could feel the intensity of his lust, the desperation in his movements.

And it felt as if she were being violated along with him.

“Stop,” she whimpered, her voice barely a whisper, as she clutched her chest, trying to block out the sensations.

But it was impossible. The bond was relentless, forcing her to endure every second of Damon being with another. She could feel the way his body moved—with every thrust and every groan of pleasure—sending a jolt of pain through Amara’s heart, as if someone were stabbing her repeatedly.

It was unbearable. The ultimate violation of the sacred bond they were supposed to share.

Amara’s fingers dug into the bedsheets, her nails tearing at the fabric as she screamed in agony. She could feel the weight of another’s body beneath Damon’s, could hear her lustful moans. Their connection was too strong, and it tore Amara apart from the inside out, leaving nothing but a gaping wound where her heart used to be.

“Please, make it stop,” she begged, tears streaming down her face as she writhed in pain, sinking to the floor in a pool of tears. But the bond did not listen.

The pain became so intense that Amara felt like she was losing herself. She could no longer tell where Damon’s emotions ended and hers began.

All she knew was that it hurt—more than anything she had ever experienced in her life.

“Damon, please stop,” she pleaded, hoping he would hear her through the bond—but he didn’t. Instead, the pain intensified. Her body trembled as she clung desperately to the bed, her entire world collapsing around her.

The pain. The betrayal. It was too much for her to bear.

Just when she thought she couldn’t take it any longer, the door to her room creaked open.

She looked up, her vision blurred by tears, and saw Darius standing in the doorway. His face was clouded with concern.

“Amara, what’s wrong?” he asked, taking a hesitant step forward.

But Amara couldn’t respond. The agony was all-consuming. She tried to speak, to tell him what was happening, but all that came out was a choked sob. Her body was shutting down, unable to cope with the torment.

Darius rushed to her side, his hand reaching out to touch her shoulder. The moment his skin met hers, Amara’s vision darkened, and the world around her faded. The last thing she saw before everything went black was the look of pure panic on Darius’s face.

“Amara!” he yelled, shaking her vigorously, but she didn’t respond.

“Somebody help! Gods!” Darius yelled, his scream echoing through the room.

Instantly, guards rushed in—including Luna Anita.

“What is wrong?” she asked worriedly, moving closer to them.

Darius shook his head, terrified. “I don’t know, Mother. I walked in and found her in pain, but before I could ask what was happening, she fainted. Mother, please call the healer,” Darius pleaded.

Luna Anita nodded, turning to a guard, who quickly ran out of the room.

“Amara, please open your eyes,” Darius pleaded, the fear of something happening to her frightening him.

“What happened?” Damon asked in panic as he walked into the room, seeing an unconscious Amara in Darius’s arms. He was still in the process of putting on his shirt.

You are the cause of this. You put her in this condition.

His wolf snarled at him.

She felt it. She felt you having sex with Benita—and it broke her.

His wolf muttered angrily.

Damon’s eyes widened. “I didn’t—” he stuttered. He knew Amara would sense him with another woman, but he never imagined it would cause her this much pain.

Consumed with guilt, he tried taking a step forward but held back and looked away, ignoring his wolf’s whimpering.

Hurried footsteps entered the room, and when they all looked toward the door, it was the pack healer, accompanied by guards.

“Please, check her,” Luna Anita urged, her voice filled with worry.

The healer quickly moved to Amara’s side, placing a hand on her forehead. He began chanting a spell to bring her back to consciousness.

After a tense moment, Amara’s lips parted and her eyes fluttered open, though only slightly.

“Amara…” Damon tried to approach her, but he stopped in his tracks, controlling his emotions.

“Are you okay, Amara?” Darius asked, relieved to see her awake.

Amara, now conscious, moved her gaze around the room, seeing Darius and Luna Anita seated beside her. Then her eyes met Damon’s, who couldn’t look at her and had to turn away. Her gaze lingered on him, pain and confusion swirling within them both.

“What happened to her?” Darius asked the healer, who hesitated, unsure of how much to reveal. He could see the plea in Amara’s eyes—begging him not to expose the truth.

“The energy of her wolf was a bit too much for her, but there is nothing to worry about, my Queen. She is fine,” the healer lied, and a silent sigh of relief escaped Amara’s lips.

“Really?” Darius asked, doubtful. He couldn’t believe a wolf’s energy could cause such intense pain.

“Yes, but she’s fine now,” the healer assured them before rising to his feet and bowing to Luna Anita.

“Are you okay?” Darius asked again, brushing a strand of hair off Amara’s face. “Do you want me to take you to the hospital?” he asked, with so much care and love that it made Damon frown.

Unable to stay any longer, Damon walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him.

His outburst caught everyone’s attention, but they quickly returned their focus to Amara.

“I’m fine. I just need to rest,” Amara assured Darius with a soft smile, though he still looked worried.

“She’s fine, Darius. We should let her rest,” Luna Anita suggested gently.

Darius hesitated, not wanting to leave her side, but eventually agreed.

“Call us if anything happens, okay?” he urged, and Amara gave a weak nod.

“I’ll come to check on you later,” Luna Anita said, placing a gentle kiss on Amara’s forehead before leading Darius out of the room.

Once alone, Amara burst into tears.

She wished she had never loved Damon. It would have been easier to let go of him—but her love for him made the pain unbearable.

“I will accept his rejection,” Amara whispered to her wolf, who did not object this time.