7. Cheating husband

Emma

When I step into the room, the first thing I see is her. Pale smooth skin, full breasts, a short gown that hugs her figure in all the right places, tossed hair, blowjob lips, crackling blue eyes, flushed cheeks and a slightly skewed dress. She radiates innocence and yet she is loaded with sensuality. She is intriguing and so damn beautiful I am livid. What the fuck was she doing here alone with my husband? And what the fuck were they up to before I came in?

My smile is sticky sweet on my lips as I enter fully into the room.

“I’m so sorry I’m late. I heard we had a visitor so I rushed here as fast as I could.”

It is hard to get a whiff of her scent, she is so pathetically weak. I pull my lips back from a sneer and keep the smile. When I finally catch her scent, everything clicks into place.

I turn my smile on my unimpressed husband while my brain fires furiously. I’ve scented her before, only once, when she marked him. The audacity of the bitch to follow him all the way to his home, to his Luna. Has she no shame?

She marked him, and he let her. No way, could she be his mate?

“Emma. I’ll call you when I need you.” My Alpha says and I bow my head.

A dismissal, because of her?

“Oh no it’s fine!” The girl interjects, ridiculously nice. “She can stay. You must be the Luna of Blood-bound pack.”

I smile and shake her outstretched hand, ignoring my Alpha.

“I am.”

So the bitch does know he has a Luna, and she put a mark on him anyway. I will gouge out her eyes and feed them to the crows. He is mine.

“Emma Larry. And you are?”

“Celine Dontellar, of The Creed pack.”

My brows rise imperceptibly. A Dontellar, one of the three sisters then? I’m shocked at the power coming off her if she is, I would expect a daughter of Alpha Dontellar to pack more of a punch.

“It is so nice to meet you.” She says.

Is it?  So nice your lips are red from my husband’s kisses?

I smile and lean in for a quick hug.

“The pleasure is all mine Celine. I can call you that right?”

“Of course.” She says, her smile straining. Good.

“I’ve heard alot about Alpha Dontellar and the Creed pack, and I can’t wait to hear more from you.”

She laughs and even her laughter is sexy. In my fantasy, I bitch-slap it out of her mouth.

“There isn’t much to say but I’ll oblige you.”

“And of course, I must give you a tour of the pack house before the end of today. I assume you will be leaving by tomorrow?”

I ask as nicely as I could, my smile straining because of Alpha Lor’s eyes on me. The male has always had the ability to see right through me.

“Uhmm...” She catches her lip and my heart pounds in anxiety.

“She will not be leaving tomorrow.” Alpha Lor says and my heart twists painfully.

“Oh yeah?”

We are both looking at him but his eyes are on her, a hidden message passing between them. I feel sick and I want to kill her on the spot.

“Her business here will be taking a little longer than that.” He says. That’s because you want to fuck her you cheating bastard.

He cannot claim her. I regulate my breathing and console myself with that. I feel like laughing really, whose sick joke is this? His mate is a handspan away from him and he will never be able to claim her. My lips curve and I finally smile genuinely.

“Have her room prepared.” He orders.

“I’m sorry.” She says, so nice and so damn irritating. “I hope I won’t be intruding too much on your hospitality.”

Die bitch, taking advantage of my hospitality to hump my husband and she asks if I’m fine with it.

“Of course not.” I say with a small laugh. “Stay as long as you want. There is a lot of space in the pack house.”

“Thank you.”

“I’ll see you soon.” I say. “Alpha.” I nod to him and go back the way I came.

When the door closes behind me, I stomp away, practically seeing red.

Why, why, why is this happening?

I head straight to my room and bang the door closed, breathing hard as the lock clicks.

I grab the vase by the door and haul it across the room, satisfied at the sound of the crashing and the accompanying tinkling of glass shattering everywhere.

“Fucking bitch!!” I scream, not bothered about being heard. The walls are insulated against wolf ears.

I drop to the couch and drop my face in my hands, realising I am shaking.

Alpha Lor has always underestimated me. He must think I’m very stupid not to have realised that it’s the same female he fucked, a female I think is his mate. Or maybe he just doesn’t care. I see his eyes again as he looked at her, heated and more alive than they have ever been in the years we have been together. Why couldn’t he ever look at me like that? I’m not nobody to him, I’m his Luna and I’m the person he needs most in his life. Why has he never ever looked at me with such amazement before?

A knock sounds on the door.

“Leave me!” I yell and the maidservant scampers away.

I grab a priceless glass piece off my nightstand and hurl it across the room again. I want to rip into my room till there’s nothing left but I hold myself back and stride to the window, gulping down fresh air.

I can’t lose him.

I worked so hard to get him in the first place. Nobody knows what it took to make myself an omega powerful enough to get his attention. An omega powerful enough to soothe his beast. It took raw power and then some. I have sacrificed a lot and I have earned my status as the Luna of the Blood-bound pack. And now, some spoilt little female thinks she can waltz in here, bat her lashes and claim my throne. I earned it and I will keep it.

After everything I have done, I refuse to lose him to anyone, not even his mate.

A bird lands on the ledge of the opposite window and my eyes narrow on its tiny body. I raise a hand and power rises to my fingertips. She tries to take off but my power has seized hold of her. She panics, her tiny eyes bulging when her body refuses to obey her mind’s command to fly.

My rouged lips curve into a smirk of satisfaction as my power lashes out and the bird drops to the ground below, lifeless. The dark energy thrums in my veins, calming me down.

I always knew there was a possibility of him finding his mate of course. In fact, I’m prepared for it. Only one of us can claim the male, and by the goddess it will be me.