A day after I walked out of that house, leaving Harold and his bitch mistress in their elicit affair. The sting of Harold’s rejection still lingered within me, but the weight that had lifted from my chest was undeniable.
I realized that I was finally free despite how the pain from his rejection still simmered just below the surface. And it was that kind of hurt that led me straight to my bestfriend’s place, Wella, with a bottle of vodka in my hand and I was all ready to drown my sorrows with the only person in the world who would certainly understand what I was going through.
“He did fucking what?” Wella practically screeched as her eyes grew exaggeratingly wide. I could see the disbelief in her expression as I told her all about what I saw earlier. “I can’t believe that motherfucker was using you this whole time for his own gain?”
I quickly nodded while I felt the burn of embarrassment crept up my cheek. "Yep, I was too naive to realize that earlier, Harold had just used me like a pawn in his little game to prove himself worthy as the next Alpha of Clawstone pack. And now that he's got what he wanted, he thinks he can just threw me out of the picture like some of garbage."
“Urgh! That bastard,” Wella furiously spat as she continously paced back and forth in her living room, leaving me feeling dizzy watching her move. “I swear, if I ever see bullshit face of him, I swear to the moon goddess, i’m going to castrate him.”
Hearing my bestfriend, despite the anger coursing through me, simply brought a small smile on my face. “Well, I already gave him a good kick in the groin earlier,” I proudly said.
And Wella quickly cackled a loud laugh as she sat down beside me on the couch. “Now that’s my girl! But seriously, Elisse, you don’t deserve to be treated like that. You don’t deserve to be with that fucking asshole at all! You deserve someone better that would worship you like you’re his own world.”
For some reason, my eyes welled up hearing that from her while wondering if I would even be able to experience that at all, and before I knew it, the words came out from my mouth.
“Tell me, wasn’t I good enough, Wella? What did I possibly do wrong? Where could I still be lacking? Harold said I was not enough to pleasure him or even satisfy him in bed. Wella, I tried to be everything for him. I tried to be the perfect Luna, the perfect wife, and it still wasn’t enough.”
Wella then pulled me into a tight hug as the tears finally fell off. “Oh no, Elisse, don’t think like that. You didn’t do anything wrong, Elisse. He’s just a scumbag who doesn’t know how to value someone as precious as you.”
After a few moments of silent cry against my bestfriend’s shoulder, I eventually decided to pull myself away while I wiped my face with the back of my hand. “I don’t want to cry over him anymore,” I said, my voice firmer now. “I want to prove him wrong, Wella. Help me, please. I want to show him that I’m so much more than what he thought.”
Suddenly, Wella’s forehead creased as she thought about what I asked her until her eyes lit up with mischief. “Oh? And how exactly do you plan on doing that?”
A wicked smile crept onto my face. “I want you to help me make an elicit list of naughty things to make myself the perfect bitch that Harold would die hard to have again.”
Wella blinked at me, clearly intrigued. “What?”
“You heard me, Wella” I said, grabbing the notepad from her coffee table. “Help me make a list of all the bitchy nauthy things that Harold thinks I’m not capable of doing. All the things that’ll make him wish he never let me go. I’ll prove to myself—and to him—that I’m more than just some useless Luna.”
Wella leaned in closer, eyes sparkling with excitement. “Are you trying to win him back?”
“Yes, and after I do, I’ll make him pay triple if not double of the pain he made me feel.”
“Alight, tell me more about it, Elisse. How do you plan on starting with this?”
I flipped open the notepad I saw from her coffee table and scribbled at the top: ELISSE’S NAUGHTY GOALS
“Okay, here’s what I’m thinking. First, I need you to escort me in visiting a shop that sells pleasure toys. I’ll buy all the toys, the lingerie, whatever catches my eye. Then, I’m going to watch porn—because, why the hell not? And use all those toys on me while filming myself. After that, I need to hook up with a random guy, maybe even have orgy if I’m feeling bold enough. I want to take a pole dance class too, maybe even become a stripper at a club for a night. Wear sexy lingerie, do a photo shoot wearing them or nothing at all—”
“Oh, my goddess!” Wella gasped, grabbing the pen from me. “This is fucking insane, Elisse! You’re bold but I love your kinks.”
We were both giggling like schoolgirls at the absurdity of it all, but the idea triggered something in me like some sort of spark of rebellion that I hadn’t felt in so long. Perhaps it was because Harold had underestimated me, and it pushed me to the point that I just didn’t want to continute underestimating myself.
“I we should start now!” Wella declared, jumping off the couch. “Wait right here.”
I watched as she dashed down the hallway, disappearing into her bedroom. When she came back, she was holding up a variety of lace and satin in bold, daring colors.
“Sexy lingerie!” she proclaimed, tossing a few pieces onto the couch beside me. “First item on the list: Done!”
“What the fuck? Why are you keeping these with you?”
“I was planning to wear them for my second anniversary with daniel after he comes home from his deployment in Toronto. But you can have it, you needed it more now.”
I laughed, but before I could protest, she pushed the bundle into my arms. “C’mon, Elisse. Let’s see how you look on them, I’m excited.”
There was a moment of hesitation before I grabbed one of the lacy sets—a fiery red ensemble that I would never have dared to wear before—and headed to the bathroom to change. The fabric was soft against my skin, and as I looked at myself in the mirror, I barely recognized the woman staring back at me.
I wasn’t Harold’s Luna anymore. I was just the normal Elisse Andres and I looked damn and fucking hot in these laced lingerie.
When I walked back into the living room, Wella’s jaw dropped. “Oh. My. Goodness. You look amazing hot in that girl, no sugarcoating!” she exclaimed, grabbing her phone. “We have to take pictures. You need to show Harold what he’s missing.”
Fueled by the alcohol and the adrenaline of our plan, I didn’t hesitate. We posed and laughed, snapping photo after photo. Wella coached me through different poses—some sexy, some playful—and for the first time in a long time, I felt even more rebellious.
I even went on posing without anything on and doing some nasty poses as we both laugh with the outcome.
As the night wore on, we grew bolder. “Send it to him,” Wella urged, holding up her phone. “Let your asshole husband regret losing you.”
In my drunken haze, i found it to be the perfect idea.
Following that, I quickly grabbed my phone, selected the best photos, and sent them off without a second thought. Wella and I collapsed on the couch, right after, laughing hysterically, imagining the look on Harold’s face when he saw the photos.
“Serves him right,” I giggled, pouring myself another drink. “He’s going to be kicking himself by now since he won’t have a piece of me looking this fucking hot.”
We continued drinking and joking until we both passed out on the couch, a blur of laughter and lingerie-fueled revenge.
THE NEXT MORNING, the harsh light of reality hit me square in the face as I groggily reached for my phone. My head felt heavy, and my mouth tasted like sandpaper. My eyes squinted at the screen, blinking several times to clear my blurry vision.
And then I fucking saw it.
Horror quickly rained down my morning fucked up face when I saw that the photos I had meant to send to Harold had been sent to my husband’s most trusted Beta instead—Dominic Costales.
“Holy fucking shit,” I gasped, sitting up so fast I nearly knocked over the empty vodka bottle on the table. “Wella, damn it! wake up!”
She stirred beside me, groaning as she rubbed her eyes. “What the hell, Elisse? What are you screaming for this early?”
“I fucking accidentally sent the photos to Dominic!” I shrieked, holding up my phone. “Not Harold!”
Wella’s eyes widened, and for a moment, we just stared at each other in stunned silence.
And then, we both burst out laughing nervously.
“Oh goddess, I don’t know if that’s even sounds better! But fucking shit, Elisse!” Wella howled, clutching her stomach. “Can you imagine the look on Dominic’s face?”
I groaned, burying my face in my hands. “No, no, no! This is a disaster.”
But even as I said the words, I couldn’t stop the smile from creeping onto my lips despite not knowing what would come after this outrageously reckless disaster. Until I received a message from Dominic, who seemed to have finally saw the photos with his message:
‘The lingerie looks good. Even more good if I show it to Alpha Harold.’
As Wella went to take a morning shower, I was left at the living area having some headache on what I should do. My phone rested in my trembling hand, its screen black, as I paced the room while my heart kept pounding in my chest. The weight of Dominic’s last message hung over me like a dark cloud. ‘The lingerie looks good. Even more good if I show it to Alpha Harold.’My breath hitched at the memory of the message. I just made a terrible and most dumbest mistake—a drunken, foolish mistake to be exact—and now I was at the mercy of a beta who clearly knew how to exploit my fear with just one respond. Panic quickly clawed my throat, and the gnawing dread that my husband learn of what I did, of how I sent those pictures to Dominic by mistake made me scared to the bones. My thoughts raced, scrambling for a way out, but every option seemed to collapse under the weight of Dominic’s simple but dreadful threat.While I was deep in my thought, my phone suddenly rang, snapping me back to the r
The weight of the moment hung heavily in the air, as I was surprised to see him already standing before me when I turned around around.“I want an answer, Elisse. You can’t leave this room without agreeing with me.” Dominic replied.I tried to back away from him but he quickly curled his arms around my waist and blocking my attempt to keep some distance between us.“Why are you doing this? Huh? Why are you hitting on me, Dominic?” I pushed him away, feeling a mix of anger and confusion. “You know I’m Harold’s mate. Your alpha! What kind of loyalty is that?” I had to lie despite the fact that Harold had already rejected me.His lips twisted into a smirk, and I could see a challenge flicker in his eyes. “Loyalty? Is that what you call it? You think he deserves you?”I folded my arms, frustrated. “Harold has his flaws, but he’s still my mate.” I lied again.“Flaws? The Alpha’s a complete idiot to make you feel like you’re not wanted and compelled you to do such things,” Dominic shot back
DOMINIC’S POVOne day ago…The night wrapped around me like a comforting shroud as I retired to my room. The dim glow of the full moon spilled through the window, casting soft shadows across my bed. I sank into the cool sheets, ready to let the day’s exhaustion take over, damn that Alpha Harold had me taken care of meeting up with the elders again when it was supposed to be his business. And just as I was about to close my eyes, my phone buzzed incessantly on the bedside table.“What the hell could he want again?” I murmured, reaching for the device thinking it was Harold once more.The screen lit up, and my breath caught in my throat as I saw the flood of notifications. Suddenly, curiosity washed over me as most of the messages were from a person I least expect to message me—Luna Elisse.To my confusion, all of it were image attachment.And with a flick of my thumb, I opened the images. I was immediately met with a series of nude photos—of Elisse’s, my alpha’s mate, in nothing but s
The air between us felt thick with intensity as Dominic’s lips traced a line down my neck, igniting a rush of shivers that I couldn’t control. I wanted to protest, to push him away. Yet the warmth of his touch, the way his eyes captured mine with a fierce possession, scattered my thoughts, leaving only the thrill of his presence.His hand moved from my shoulder to cup my chin, lifting it until I had no choice but to meet his gaze. His eyes were a shade darker, feral but calculating, assessing. “You put yourself in danger back there, Elisse.” His voice was low, almost a growl. “Do you even realize what could have happened if I hadn’t arrived?”I fought for my voice, though I could still feel the weight of his touch, holding me captive. “I didn’t… think things would get out of hand,” I stammered, more to myself than to him. The truth was, it had started as an attempt to reclaim some sense of control, to rebel against the quiet neglect Harold left behind. But now, under Dominic’s gaze, I
The night was quiet as we drove farther away from the city, a stretch of road surrounded by thick trees and darkened hills. With every mile, we were sinking deeper into a place far from any familiar territory. The tension in the car felt tangible, and Dominic’s silence only heightened the unease curling in my chest. When he finally spoke, it was in a low, steady voice, almost as if he’d sensed the questions twisting inside me.“Do you regret this, Elisse?” he asked, his gaze fixed on the road. “Coming with me?”I hesitated, my eyes drawn to his profile as he drove. “Regret… isn’t the right word,” I murmured, unsure myself of what I meant. The emotions I felt were too complicated to untangle, a mess of desire, guilt, and a longing I didn’t want to admit to. “I don’t know what I feel.”Dominic’s jaw tightened, a muscle working as he absorbed my words. “I know what I feel,” he said, voice laced with quiet intensity. “I want you safe. Away from him. And I want you to feel what it’s like t
The days passed, but the mark Dominic had left on my neck refused to fade. I had taken to wearing high collars and scarves, but Dominic’s mark stayed, as if unwilling to let go of its claim on me. Life with my husband, Harold had continued as well, though it had become even more strained. There was an unspoken tension between us, an almost mocking civility, as if he was daring me to say something, to admit I knew the truth of his neglect and his contempt.Then, one morning, a summons arrived. Harold wanted to see me in his study. I knew what awaited me—after everything that had happened, after years of silence and resentment, there could only be one reason he’d called me there. For the Divorce.The thought of it should have brought relief, maybe even a sense of freedom. But as I walked down the long hallway toward his study, I could feel something else stirring inside me, a nervous anticipation that I hadn’t felt in a long time.I opened the door to Harold’s study, expecting to see
A few days passed after the confrontation with Harold in his study, and I found myself constantly on edge. Every time I passed a mirror, I could see the faint but undeniable mark on my neck—the mark that Dominic had left.It was a reminder of our forbidden connection and a danger I couldn’t afford, not with Harold so close to uncovering the truth. I tried everything to conceal it, even resorting to layers of makeup, scarves, and high collars, but I knew the day was coming when it would be impossible to hide.One morning, while I was applying concealer in front of my vanity, there was a sudden knock on my door. Panic flared as I dabbed the makeup sponge over my neck, the door swinging open before I had a chance to answer.“Elisse.” Harold’s voice was cold, and I froze, feeling the hairs on the back of my neck rise. He was already halfway into my room, his gaze narrowing as he caught sight of me. His eyes drifted to the makeup sponge in my hand and then to the side of my neck, where I h
“Happy Birthday, my dearest Harold,” I whispered to myself, practicing the line I would say as I clutched the gift tighter. A luxury watch, engraved with my hubby’s name. Today was the birthday of my husband, Harold Gutcheri, the alpha of the Clawstone pack, a famous pack here in Nebraska. I remembered the time when I was told by my beta father that I would become the next Luna of the pack once Harold ascends the position of the Alpha.It was a quick wedding that took off between our families, and even our mating ceremony happened not before long. It was just that, every single time we make love, nothing passionate ever comes out of it. Harold always ends up reaching his climax quickly before I could even cum. There are moments when I question myself if I was even good enough for my husband, which was why right now, I want to try and persuade him to make love with me again after I give him his birthday gift.Elation came within me as I returned to our house with the small box in my