All Chapters of THE SHATTERED WHITE WOLF: Chapter 31 - Chapter 38

MABELThe world stopped spinning. The ground beneath my velvet slippers felt as if it had opened up, swallowing me whole into a dark, bottomless abyss.My back pressed hard against the cold stone pillar in the courtyard, my fingernails digging into the rough masonry until my cuticles bled. Every single word echoing through the open air sliced through my ears like jagged glass, shredding my heart, my mind, and my soul into a million unrecoverable pieces."She just left here and she confirmed that you sleep with her every night!" Aisha cried out, her voice broken, hysterical, and dripping with raw, wounded jealousy as she shoved at Samson’s chest. "She stood right in my living room, Samson! She held her stomach and bragged about how you worship her body in the dark!""No, I don't!" Samson yelled back instantly, his voice desperate, heavy, and furious. He grabbed her wrists, holding her tight against him. "Aisha, look at me! I do not sleep with her! I haven't touched that wretched woman

MABELSeeing Alpha Samson the next morning at the breakfast table and pretending everything was completely okay was the most difficult, exhausting act I had ever pulled through in my entire life.I sat across from him in my sheer silk robe, forcing my face into a warm, dutiful smile while my stomach churned with pure disgust. Looking at his handsome, stone-cold face, all I could hear was his voice echoing from yesterday's courtyard, promising Aisha that he would run a secret DNA test, ruin me publicly, and throw my body to the dogs."The baby is growing, Samson," I purred softly, resting both of my hands over my showing pregnancy belly, stroking the distinct bulge under my gown. "You can almost feel the heartbeat now."Samson paused, lowering his cup of black coffee. He looked at my stomach for a brief second, and a tight, fake smile crossed his lips. "That's good, Mabel. Eat well."I leaned forward over the table, tilting my chin up, closing my eyes as I tried to kiss him on the lips

MABELSo this is what Samson had reduced me to.A trash remover.Jack was the most disgusting, filthy, low-ranking slave in the entire estate. He was a nobody who picked up garbage and smelled of rot. Several times in the past, when he had accidentally stepped in my path or looked at me the wrong way, I had beaten him with my own riding crop. I had even ordered the guards to strip him naked right in front of the female maids and flog him until his back bled, just to teach him his place.And now? He was the very man who had been smacking my pussy every single night in the dark. He was the owner of the thick dick I had sucked, licked, and played with like a desperate whore. I had even begged him for more, moaning under his heavy weight while he used my royal body for his pleasure.And to top it all off, that disgusting garbage collector was the biological father of my unborn child."I will kill Samson myself," I growled into the empty silence of my locked bedchamber, my nails digging in

AISHAWhere is my husband, Damian?That single question had burned in my brain all night, keeping me awake while the cool night breeze rattled the bedroom windows. After Samson sped off toward Blue Wing to deliver the final blow to Mabel, the eerie silence of the empty mansion had become completely unbearable.I couldn't just sit in my room wringing my hands like a terrified child. I needed answers, and I needed them immediately.I threw on a silk robe, tied it tightly around my waist, and walked out into the grand hallway. My voice rang out like thunder through the empty corridors as I called every single security detail to the main courtyard."All guards to the grand hall! Right now!" I shouted, my Luna authority vibrating in the air.Within five minutes, twelve heavy-built Black Star guards stood in a crisp, rigid line before me, their heads bowed, their eyes fixed firmly on the marble floor. I paced back and forth in front of them, my hands folded behind my back, letting my icy ga