All Chapters of THE SHATTERED WHITE WOLF: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

MABEL"Are you sleeping with Aisha?!" I screamed after Samson as he strode down the dimly lit hallway toward his bedroom.My voice echoed off the cold marble walls, sharp and desperate. He didn't even slow down. His long, heavy strides carried him forward as if I were nothing more than a ghost whispering in the wind."She is your maid!" I went on and on, my chest heaving, tears of pure rage burning the back of my eyes. "You should be able to remember the days she scrubbed the floor! You should remember how she smelled like dirt and bleach! Have you forgotten who you are, Samson? You are an Alpha! And she is a weak, filthy Omega!"I kept running behind him, my silk gown rustling loudly against my legs, but Samson didn't even turn his head. He reached his door, pushed it open, and stepped inside. I tried to follow him, but he turned around right at the threshold. His dark eyes were cold, void of any warmth, looking at me with absolute disgust."You were on the floor masturbating because

MABELThe room was pitch-black, drowned in the heavy, suffocating silence of 2:00 AM.I was drifting in that foggy space between sleeping and waking, my body still sore and aching from the dry friction of my own fingers. I turned over onto my side, wrapping the silk sheet tightly around my waist, when a cold shiver suddenly ran down the back of my neck.My inner wolf didn't whine, but my heart instantly dropped into my stomach.I opened my eyes. Through the thick darkness of the bedchamber, I saw a tall, massive silhouette standing right beside the edge of my mattress.My breath caught in my throat. I panicked, reaching my shaking hand out toward the nightstand, desperate to turn on the bedside lamp and see the face of the intruder. I wanted to scream for the guards, to call for help—but as my fingers brushed the warm lampshade, my gaze fell downward.The moonlight filtering through the sheer curtains hit the figure's body.He was completely naked. Standing right in front of my face w

AISHAThe stench of copper and burnt pine hit my nose the second we breached the ridge.The fight began immediately. Clashing steel, gut-wrenching screams, and the furious howls of shifted wolves shattered the midnight quiet. I didn't hold back. Charging into the chaotic frontline, I attacked Nicholas's men, driving my blade into their shields and throwing my weight into every strike. The objective was absolute: destroy Nicholas’s army and solidify Samson’s hold over the region.Through the narrow slit of my iron visor, my eyes swept across the bloody battlefield, constantly searching for one face.That was when I saw him.Surrounding Samson’s inner flank was a dense ring of dark, heavy armor—Damian’s elite Vanguard. My heart leaped into my throat. Damian’s men had surrounded Samson, just like they did the last time on the western border. Damian didn't care about Nicholas or the territory rights tonight, he truly wanted to kill Samson once and for all."No," I gasped under my breath,

AISHADamian 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

AISHAThe next two days were just sex and tea.Damian cancelled every single meeting with his generals, war councils, and pack elders just to be with me. He shut out the rest of the world, locking the world outside our master suite so we could heal the broken pieces of our marriage in private.On the afternoon of the second day, while we lay tangled in the soft silk sheets, Damian noticed that my vagina hair was growing out of proportion. Without saying a word, he left the bed and returned with a bowl of warm water, a soft cloth, and a sharp razor blade.He had me lay flat on my back with my legs spread wide. He knelt between my thighs, his broad hands surprisingly gentle as he lathered my core with warm soap and carefully began shaving away the disheveled hair. While he was shaving it, the cool edge of the blade tickled my sensitive skin, and a soft, genuine giggle escaped my lips. I smiled—a real, warm smile. It was my very first smile since hearing the announcement of Mabel’s pregn