All Chapters of THE SHATTERED WHITE WOLF: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

AISHADeep down in me, I was a bit confused on what to do with the underwear, but everything matters at the moment. Every small piece of evidence, every lie, every hidden secret was a weapon I could use when the right time came. I had tucked Mabel’s red g-string safely away where Damian would never find it, but the memory of it falling from his pocket burned in the back of my mind.That night, Damian made love to me with a wild, desperate hunger. He pinned me to the bed, sliding down between my thighs and eating my vagina, using his tongue inside my vagina like a small penis. Dear Goddess of the Moon, I enjoyed every bit of that. The heat radiating from his skin, the intense rhythm of his mouth—it completely drove me out of my senses. I didn't want him to stop, and I cried and begged him for more when he pulled his tongue out."Don't stop, please!" I sobbed softly, spreading my legs wider while I begged for more, my hands gripping the silk bedsheets till my knuckles turned white.Dami

AISHAA few minutes later, Mabel walked out from the car, standing right beside Samson. She was also going with us to the border, and that was fine, even though I would rather not have her anywhere near my sight. But this wasn't about personal feelings anymore—this was about a full-scale territorial war.We set out into the open desert with the full strength of our combined armies, dust clouds rising high into the sky behind our heavy armored trucks. On the way, we spotted the territory markers of the third rival pack in the region: the Dark Iron Pack, ruled by Alpha Nicholas.Nicholas was a ruthless man who absolutely hated Damian's guts. He was ready to kill Damian at any given instance, waiting for the slightest slip-up to tear Damian's throat out. Originally, this border dispute was strictly a private feud between Nicholas and Damian. But Damian, being the manipulative monster he is, had lied and dragged Samson into the conflict under the pretense of a strategic alliance. Now, the

AISHAThere was no battle scheduled for the next day. The commanders had called a temporary ceasefire to clear the fallen bodies from the sand, which meant we had the entire day to rest, recover, and prepare for the midnight battle.After the intense sex with Damian last night, my body was thoroughly exhausted and weak. The sheer exhaustion had pulled me straight into a deep, dreamless sleep. By the time I finally woke up, the harsh desert sun was already high in the sky. I sat up, stretched my sore muscles, ate a heavy breakfast delivered by the tent servants, and took a long, hot bath in the makeshift wooden tub behind the canvas partition.Damian was nowhere to be found. He had dropped a short note on the bedside table, but it didn't say where he was going or when he would return. Honestly, I really didn't care. The less I had to look at his terrifying face today, the better.I had just finished wrapping a light silk robe around my damp body when a quiet knock echoed against the wo

AISHAEven with the warm shower water cascading over my skin and Samson’s thick arms wrapped around my waist, a heavy, dark cloud hung over my mind. Samson was calm—too calm. The border land was now his, the battle was won, and his primary rival had mysteriously vanished into thin air.I couldn't just let it go. I pulled back from his wet chest, turning around in the tight stall to face him directly, wiping the water from my eyes."Samson, stop playing games with me," I insisted, my voice tight with a mixture of fear and desperation. "Where is Damian? What did you do to him?"Samson’s expression hardened slightly. He reached over, shut off the makeshift shower nozzle, and grabbed a white towel from the wooden rack, wrapping it around his waist. "Aisha, leave it alone. The battle is over. The territory is ours. Why are you so obsessed with a man who forced you into a marriage?""Because people are dying, Samson!" I cried out, my voice cracking with raw emotion as the tears mixed with t

MABELMABELThe next morning, it was the persistent knocking of a servant on the bedroom door that woke me from a heavy, restless sleep.I sat up, rubbing my swollen eyes. "What is it?" I called out bitterly."Luna Mabel, please forgive the intrusion," the maid's timid voice came through the thick wood. "There is a gentleman downstairs waiting to see you. He says it is urgent."I let out a frustrated sigh, throwing the covers aside. I took a quick shower, threw on a silk robe, and walked down the grand staircase to the main parlor.Standing beside the marble fireplace was a sharp-looking man in a tailored suit, holding a dark leather briefcase. I recognized him immediately. He was Samson’s chief family lawyer.He didn't waste any time. He opened his briefcase and pulled out a thick stack of legal documents, placing them on the glass coffee table between us."Alpha Samson had me prepare these divorce papers first thing this morning, Luna Mabel," the lawyer said calmly, pushing a pen to