Prologue

Maliya's POV.

I got married to the love of my life last week.

It has been a solid week but I can't seem to wrap my head around it yet. I mean, one minute, I was in Maldives having the time of my life, and the next, I was bundled back home when I got the shock of my life. My dad was gone. For good. Like he was dead. The news broke me, okay? And yeah, I am yet to get over that one. As always, though, in the good ol' daddy's girl fashion, my dad gave me the one thing he knew I have always wanted - Angelo Silvermoon. I have been in love with Angelo since the moment I met him- it was love at first sight for me. I think I was eight or thereabout. Anyways, that was the moment that I knew, I could never love anyone like I love Angelo.

Let us ignore the fact that he doesn't feel the same way. Yet. Yet, I plan on doing everything in my power to make him fall in love with me. I have known Angelo since I was a kid; I know what makes him tick; I know the things he enjoys doing, his favorite meals, and the type of women he loves. I am far different from the type of women that Angelo has been with, I am a little on the thick side, I have got enough boobs to suffocate me in my sleep coupled with a slim waist and an ass for days, and my body has always caught the attention of every man, every man apart from Angelo, plus I am a blonde and there is one more deal breaker, I don't have a wolf. It makes no sense that I am twenty-three years old, and I still haven't shifted, not even once.

"Don't you think you are taking this a little too far? He is my brother but I have to admit that this is... A little bit weird." Angela Silvermoon, my best friend in the entire world, sister to the Alpha of the Silvermoon Park who also happens to be my husband.

"Shush, Angy. When you get married then you will understand why I am doing this." I responded.

She shook her head "I don't want to understand why you are doing this, ever. I don't get why you even married my brother in the first place. He treats you like shit, Mali. He is my brother, but you are my best friend, and I don't like seeing it and...."

I interrupted her. "He doesn't treat me like shit. He smiled at me this morning. That has got to mean something."

"You are going as far as dyeing your hair for my brother. You never add weight, but you are still dieting, and that is also because of my brother... What's next? You are going to sign up for boob reduction surgery or..."

"That, Stella recommended a really good doctor that..."

"There is no way on earth that I am letting you do that. No fucking way. Angelo is not worth all of this. You deserve way better than him, you deserve to be treated like the queen that you are and..."

"Angy, you know I have loved your brother since the moment I laid my eyes on him..."

"I still blame myself for introducing you to him."

I rolled my eyes playfully. "And I think you are also forgetting the fact that he is my mate.  The moon goddess paired us together and you know how sacred the mate bond is. I know how you are feeling, and I also know that you only want the best for me, but you should also know that I think Angelo is the best thing for me..."

"Liya..."

"Besides he doesn't have to treat me like a queen. I am already the Luna."

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My hair is a big part of my brand. It has to be one of the things that draws big brands to my page, and yes, I get why Angy was livid. Dyeing my hair is a big deal, even I know that but it is for a good course. I would do anything to make Angelo fall in love with me even if that meant changing my entire appearance to match his taste. Besides, I still look hot even as a brunette. Even though Angy did not think so.

It was already nighttime by the time I got back to the park. I walked straight to Angelo's home-- it is more like a castle. We sleep in the same wing, the same bed. We couldn't go on our honeymoon yet because he has been busy doing Alpha stuff, and I get it, totally; I am willing to wait. I was so excited to show him my new look that I ran up the stairs. I got to our wing of the castle and I was just about to open the door to our bedroom when I heard it.

First, it was just a very deep, very male grunt, followed by a very feminine squeal then...

"Oh yes, Angelo."

Yes? Yes, to what exactly?

My mind went numb and it felt like my heart was about to jump out of my ribcage with how hard it was beating.

"Oh, baby...oh fucking hell. You feel so good... So tight..."

Make it stop. Please. Somebody make it stop. I needed to get out of there but my legs were falling me. I couldn't move, I couldn't even shut them out. I stood right outside the door and listened to my husband fucking a random girl, someone that is not me... Till they both climaxed.

"That felt so good. You are so perfect. It was even better than before." That was my husband. I have memories of Angelo's voice. I have heard him scream for joy, I have heard him shout out of anger, I have heard him being bossy before but what I have never heard before was this. He was speaking so softly, he sounded completely besotted, he sounded like he worships the ground that woman walked on... He sounded perfect as always, everything about Angelo is perfect, just like his name. It's just that, he has never for once looked at me affectionately not to even talk of speaking to me that way. He has never so much as pecked me, not to talk of kissing. He didn't even kiss me on our wedding day, but I didn't mind; I was overjoyed....I...

"When are you going to get rid of her?" That voice. I know that voice.

"Give me some time, my love. I will get rid of her and make sure she never shows herself in this park again." My husband, Angelo, answered.

"Why did you even marry her in the first place? What good is a wolfless Luna?" For the life of me, I couldn't seem to place that voice that sounded way too familiar.

"You know I had to marry her to officially become the Alpha. My dad is one old-fashioned man; he made a promise to her dad, and besides, she ended up being my mate..." He trailed off and sighed wistfully, I heard the sheets ruffle and the smacking sound of kisses.

"We could get rid of her completely. Wipe her off the surface of the earth..."

I heard a gasp, I don't know if it came from me or someone else but I heard my husband laugh out loud.

"You are so mean and so devious, Stella but I love it."

I gasped audibly, and the glass of wine that I had in my hand dropped and rolled down the stairs, making so much noise that I would have flinched on a normal day, but I was just...numb.

The door to the bedroom opened, and my husband and my second closest friend in the world walked out of the room together, scantily dressed with wild hair and the smell of sex surrounding them.

"Mali..." Stella started when she saw me.

"I am sorry, I...uhm...I..." I trailed off.

"What are you doing here, Maliya?" Angelo asked.

I blinked. Once. Twice. "I'm sorry what?"

"What are you doing here?" He repeated.

"What am I doing? In my home? In front of our room where you just had hot sex with my close friend?"

For the love of God, Mali, did you have to add 'Hot sex?'

"Well, it was way more than just hot." That was Stella.

"Why? What...." I stuttered. 

"We should get a divorce."