Samantha’s POV
“Damn, you’re f*cking tight, Samantha,” Dominic muttered as he pushed his cock further in. I gripped his shoulders, a shock of pain jolting through me as he continued, he looked focused but detached.
I looked up at him, trying to see something, anything, that would make this feel real, feel like more than a marital duty. His sharp jaw, the dark stubble that lined it, his deep, almost dangerous eyes. He had tanned skin and long, thick lashes that framed those intense eyes, a face that could draw anyone in without a word. He was everything a she-wolf could want, including me, and he knew it.
This was the man I’d loved for years, the Alpha everyone admired, the one who made every other girl in the pack watch him with a mix of awe and longing, wanting, craving his attention, his touch, and everything of him. And now, here he was—my husband. I should have felt like the luckiest woman alive. But with every thrust, it was painfully clear that to him, I was just someone to use, a toy to play with anytime he needed.
He didn’t look at me as a man looks at his mate, not with warmth, not with love. For him, I was just an object to toy with. His movements were rough, devoid of any real connection. He held my hips firmly, but there was no tenderness in his touch—just the persistent push and pull, it was not intimate.
I wanted to tell him it was my first time, but before I could say anything, he pushed harder, filling me with a sudden pressure that made me gasp. I bit my lip to stifle a scream, tears pricking my eyes. He didn’t pause or seem to notice. Or if he did, he didn’t care.
This was supposed to be everything I’d ever dreamed of, and for years, I had wanted him, every part of me craving a life with him, believing that one day, he’d see me. He’d truly see me… and love me.
But now, all I could feel was the hollow space between us, the cold stare despite the warmth of his body, the detached look despite how close we were, the distance that seemed to separate us despite being skin-to-skin. I bit my lip to hold back the tears, refusing to let him see the way this tore me apart. He leaned down, his dark hair falling across his brow, close enough that I could catch the faint scent of cedar and smoke clinging to his skin—a scent that once filled my fantasies, but now only reminded me of how unreachable he was.
I see him as my everything, yet he looked at me as if I were nothing, and this affair, as if he were just performing some unavoidable duty. However, for me, it was more than just a duty.
“Relax, you wanted this,” he whispered to my ear, almost impatiently, his hands pinning down my hips, steadying as he stretched my pussy, tearing my hymen as he thrust deeper.
Dominic’s movements quickened, each thrust driving me closer to the edge, a place where pain and desire blurred together. His lips brushed my neck, and I thought, hoped, for a moment he might mark me, that he might claim me as his. But instead, he pulled back, his lips curling into a smirk as he watched me writhe beneath him.
“Look at you, such a slut,” he muttered with disdain. “This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To be used like this?” he thrust with a mocking tone.
“No,” I whispered, my voice barely audible, caught between shame and the humiliating pleasure he forced me to feel.
He tightened his grip, thrusting even harder. “Don’t lie. You wanted this marriage. You wanted me.” His eyes bore into mine, challenging, daring me to deny it.
“Dominic,” I implored, feeling the build-up in my core. I clenched around his cock as he banged me nonstop, “f*ck,” he grunted, gripping my hips tightly enough to leave bruises.
The tension continued to build inside me, needing to be released, yet I couldn’t climb the high without him taunting me with every hard thrust and withdrawal, denying me the release that I craved.
He rubbed his fingers onto my clit, sending me in another maddening spiral, he pinched and circled, and my back arched, aching for more pressure as he continued to fill me with his cock, “Don’t stop,” I moaned.
The shame burned through me, but the sensations overwhelmed everything else. I was caught in his spell, trapped between my own desires, and my own helpless love for a man who saw me as an object.
“Yes. Ah!” I rolled my hips meeting his thrust, closing my eyes, drunk in the sensation that burned my body, pushing me to the edge. The shock of electricity coursing through me every time he deliberately hit my G-spot in a harder yet more pleasuring way was unbearable, teetering me to the brink of collapse.
“You want more, huh?” he teased, a wicked grin spreading across his face as he watched me squirm beneath him. “Tell me how much you want it, Samantha.”
“No,” I whimpered, catching my breath while our body rocked in every thrust he made.
“Liar.” He slammed and I yelped. “Your tight pussy is choking my cock, Samantha. Lie, I dare you,” he threatened as he stopped moving, denying me what I needed.
“I want you,” I breathed, feeling the heat rise in my cheeks. “I need you.”
“Beg,” he commanded, pausing, his breath heavy against my skin. “Beg for it, Samantha. Show me how much you want this.”
“Please…” I whispered, my voice hoarse, defeated.
“Please what?” He teased, eyes narrowing, savoring every moment of my submission.
“Please, Dominic… I need you.”
A dark satisfaction lit his eyes as he resumed his rhythm, harder, faster, each thrust sending me spiraling toward the release I both dreaded and craved. I gripped the sheets, my body arching toward him as he filled me completely.
“god, you feel amazing,” he groaned, his hands roaming over my body. I could feel his fingers digging into my thighs, holding me in place as he drove deeper, harder, claiming me in a way I had only fantasized about.
“Don’t stop,” I gasped, my breath hitching with every powerful thrust.
The way he said it made my heart race, and my core throbbed, sensing the impending release. The tension coiled tightly within, each thrust pushing me closer to that edge.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, grunting as he chased his own high. “I want to see you fall apart for me.” He thrust harder, and I felt that overwhelming wave crashing down, pulling me under.
“Oh god, I’m—” The tension built inside me, coiling tighter and tighter until I could no longer hold back. With one final, brutal thrust, he pushed me over the edge, and I shattered, the pleasure wracking my body in waves that left me breathless.
He drove into me one last time, harder, more desperate, riding my climax, and filling me completely as I lost myself in the sensation.
“Fuck,” he groaned, his body tightening as he released his load inside me, spurting, filling my cunt.
I remained still, trembling from the aftershocks, he pulled away, leaving me cold and exposed. I watched as he stood, reaching for his clothes with a casual indifference that felt like a slap.
He barely glanced at me, as if I were already forgotten.
“Where are you going?” I managed to ask.
“Don’t overthink it,” he replied, pulling on his shirt. “It’s just sex, nothing more.”
“But… you didn’t mark me,” I stammered, the realization hitting me like a punch to the gut. My heart sank at the thought, that even though I gave him myself, he still couldn’t love me.
He paused, looking back at me with a hint of annoyance. “Mark you? Why would I do that? This was an arranged marriage, Samantha. Don’t fool yourself into thinking it means anything to me.”
“Dominic… we’re married,” I tried to remind him, desperation clawing at my voice.
He laughed coldly, mocking, and indifferent. “Marriage is just a contract, Samantha. You’re nothing more than a Luna with no wolf, an obligation I’m bound to. Don’t read more into it than that.”
As I lay there alone, memories of our wedding flooded my mind.
The sun streamed through the bridal suite as I stood before the mirror in my wedding dress. Lena, my soon to be mother in law, entered and gasped. “Oh, Samantha, you look absolutely stunning!”
“If only your mother could see you in this dress,” she said, her voice tinged with sadness.
I forced a smile. “She would have loved it. But I’m lucky to have you, Lena. You’ve been like a mother to me.”
Lena beamed, pride shining through her tears. “You’re going to be a beautiful Luna. Dominic is so lucky to have you.”
Just then, the door swung open, and Dominic strode in. The moment he saw me, his expression soured. “What’s all this? A wolfless Luna in a fancy dress? How quaint,” he mocked.
Lena stepped between us, glaring. “Dominic, that’s enough. Samantha is going to be your wife. She doesn’t need to have a wolf to be a Luna.”
“Really?” he scoffed. “You think that’s enough? This is ridiculous.”
Lena’s eyes narrowed. “It’s considered unlucky for the bride and groom to see each other before the wedding. You need to leave.”
“Unlucky?” Dominic laughed. “What does that even matter? I’m unlucky enough to be marrying Samantha as it is.”
His words cut deep. I swallowed hard, trying not to cry. I had hoped for kindness from him today, but instead, he served me disdain.
“Get out, Dominic,” Lena said firmly. “Let her have this moment. Go find something to occupy your time.”
Dominic glared but eventually shrugged, turning to leave. “Whatever. Don’t fool yourself into thinking I’ll ever play the doting husband. You’re just a wolfless Luna to be used.”
Samantha’s POV“Where’s Dominic?” I asked one of the gammas as I made my way toward the pack house, keeping my tone as casual as I could, burying any suspicion in my chest.“He’s… having lunch with Olivia,” he replied, his gaze flicking away as if the very mention of her name would spark a fire. Last night, Dominic never returned after our heated affair. I expected that he would at least still be in the house by the time I woke up but he was not around. I brushed it off and thought about earning his attention, that perhaps if I did well as a Luna, he’d learn to acknowledge me—love me. So this morning I reviewed reports and visited the farms, hoping that he’d appreciate my efforts, and hoping to encounter him along the way. But we didn’t. Only to find out now that he had been with Olivia. A bitter smile tugged at my lips, and a trace of sarcasm slipped into my voice before I could stop it. “He never eats lunch with me.”The gamma shifted awkwardly, giving a small shrug. “Alpha has h
Samantha’s POV“I’m so glad you’re finally here, Samantha,” Lena called out from the dining as I walked downstairs after I woke up. Surprisingly, Dominic’s back home, seated beside Olivia who was laughing at something he said.They looked more like a family than I ever did with him.“Samantha, come sit,” Lena gestured to the seat across from Dominic. I forced a smile, swallowing the knot in my throat, and took my place at the table. I couldn’t bear to look at Dominic and Olivia, shame and pain coursing through me after what I witnessed in his office. As I settled into my seat, I caught a glimpse of the small band-aid on Olivia’s neck—the same spot where Dominic had been. Her fingers drifted to it, a soft, smug smile playing on her lips, almost as if she wanted me to see it, reminding me of their intimate affair in his office. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from that band-aid, and I felt the sting of betrayal burn deeper.“Are you all right, Samantha?” Lena’s voice broke through my thou
Samantha’s POV*6 years later*"Devon, remember what I told you about picking fights," I reminded my son firmly as I knelt in front of him because I knew how much of a troublemaker he was. His dark eyes were so much like mine but held a mischievous glint as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Beside him was his twin—Diana, trying to fasten the straps on her tiny backpack with her tongue poking out in concentration. She looked up at me, her eyes wide and full of innocent excitement as she spoke."Mommy, we will be good!" Diana promised, her curls bouncing as she nodded fervently."That’s what you said last time," I reminded them, eyeing Devon especially. He had a habit of protecting his sister, even when she did not need it, which had led to a few incidents in the past. "And no running too far in the park. Stay close, and listen to Annie,” I said.Devon puffed out his chest. "I will protect Diana," he declared, and for a moment, I could not help but smile. He might only b
Samantha’s POVWas he here because of the twins? The thought struck me like a physical blow, and I gripped the glass in my hand so tightly that it almost shattered. I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think. Had Dominic found out? My gaze locked onto him, and everything around me blurred into an indistinct haze of panic. He stood near the entrance, exuding authority and undeniable power, and yet I felt stripped bare under his stare, as if he could see right through every carefully constructed lie I had built around my life.I swallowed hard, trying to push down the terror rising inside me. It’s impossible, I told myself desperately. There was no way he knew. I had gone to such lengths to protect my children—to hide our identities. I had changed my last name, changed their last names, and buried every trace of our past. Even to the twins, Dominic was nothing more than a ghost, a father I had lied about, saying he was dead.But why was he here? Why now? The meeting was not supposed to include
Samantha’s POVA low rustle came from the trees, and every nerve in my body went on high alert. I skidded to a stop, my paws digging into the earth as my senses sharpened. Someone was out here. I could feel it, the prickling awareness crawling along my spine. A soft breeze carried a familiar scent, unmistakable, I could guess who it belonged to. Dominic. My wolf bristled at the recognition, and without hesitation, I shifted back into human form, hurriedly pulling on the clothes I had stashed behind a thick oak earlier before I went for a run.I barely had a moment to catch my breath before Dominic emerged from the shadows, stepping into the silvery moonlight that was just rising in the sky. He was shirtless, sweat glistening on his skin, his chest rising and falling with each labored breath. His muscles were carved like hard sculptures, displaying power and strength. His body was forged through years of battle and discipline. Every inch of him exuded dominance—his broad shoulders, th
Samantha’s POVThe call from the twins brought me back to reality, clearing my head from the highs. Devon’s voice still rang in my ears, and I had to cut this trip short and get home to them as soon as possible. Whatever was going on here with Dominic could not compare to the urgency of being there for my twins.My fingers tightened around the phone, and a wave of realization hit me so hard that I felt my knees weaken. Dominic was my mate. My wolf had confirmed it, the strong attraction, the pull drawing me closer to him, it was the mate bond tugging, aching to be fulfilled. It felt like fate had reached out to mock me, ripping away any sense of control I thought I had. All those years of trying to move on, of telling myself I was strong enough to build a life without him, now felt like a cruel lie.Why did I have to suffer his betrayal and neglect first before I was made to realize that we were fated to each other? Why did fate have to play dirty on me? It’s unfair! Now that I had
Dominic’s POVI stood there, stunned, long after Samantha’s figure disappeared, leaving her words echoing in my head. “Do you still want to find your fated mate?” I had not been prepared for the sharp edge of that question or the way her voice had almost cracked when she said it, like she was keeping something inside, something she did not want me to see.My mind spun, grasping for answers, but none of it made sense. Samantha had never shown any sign of being my mate before. She had never had a wolf, and even when I had searched for my fated mate years ago, there was nothing about her that set off that primal connection.My wolf stirred restlessly, more agitated than I had felt in years. ‘She can’t be our mate,’ I told him, a denial that sounded weaker by the second. Yet the pull was there, so intense and undeniable, clawing at the edges of my control, wanting to be freed, to be fulfilled. There was something in me that ached to be satisfied, a longing for a mate that had been sittin
Samantha’s POVI barely managed to push the door shut behind me before my knees trembled and I dropped on the floor. The room was quiet, too quiet, and for a moment, all I could hear was the pounding of my heart in my ears. I pressed my back against the door, closing my eyes and trying to steady my breathing. Dominic’s presence had a way of ripping scars and opening old wounds, making everything feel raw again. But I could not let that get to me. I had to stay focused, to keep my head on straight for Devon and Diana.My phone buzzed in my pocket, yanking me out of my thoughts. I pulled it out, and my breath caught when I saw the caller ID: Annie - Home.Panic twisted in my chest as I quickly answered. “Annie? Is everything okay?” I tried to keep my voice steady, pushing my worries away, but my nerves were on edge.“Samantha,” Annie, the human nanny I had trusted to care for my twins, spoke in a soft tone. “Sorry to bother you, but the twins called you earlier, yeah? I noticed this on
[DEVON’s Point of View]“Devon, we have to go!”“Shhh!”“Madison must be already in the room!” Diana grabbed me by the arm and forced me to return to the playroom. ‘I
[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]I had to know what was really going on.Why was my mother involved with those people? What was her part in what was going on at Silver Crescent? All I knew was that Lena was my mother's best friend. They’ve always been together, discussing the issues in the pack, and Lena trusted Mom—her judgment and Mom’s advice were always appreciated by Mothe
[ALPHA Dominic’s Point of View]I was on my way to the pack house.My eyes were focused on the road while my mind was on Samantha and my kids. Feathers appeared on the muscles of my jaw as I ground my teeth. I couldn’t leave them when things like this happened in the pack. Liam was right. It was worse than we imagined, and the first thing I had to ensure was my family's safety.
[DEVON’s Point of View]I sensed something wasn’t right, and I knew Diana felt it.I caught her looking at me the second Madison and Cynthia left the room. I was anxious and confused, but Diana's stare made me confirm that these feelings were not just uneasiness but an instinct that she and I had been feeling since Mom suddenly disappeared days ago.“I’m scared, Devon,” Diana whispered as she pulled her blanket halfway over her face. “Can you feel it too?”I was scared, too, but I couldn’t show it to my sister. “Yes, something is wrong. Mom and Dominic have been acting strangely since they came back. Liam said they are just dealing with something to help the people of the pack.”“I can sense Mommy always being anxious,” Diana murmured, teary-eyed. “How long are we going to stay here? I miss home. I miss Annie.” she pouted her lips, almost crying.“It’s okay, Diana. I believe Mom is doing her best to solve whatever is happening.” I gave her a reassuring smile. “Things will be better.”
[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]After I read that horrifying letter, I thought of searching for any suspicious things around the manor, especially the twins’ room. How could those people perpetrate the inside of the pack manor?! Did they have spies here? Should I tell Dominic? Or will it only bring chaos to the pack, knowing there are enemies inside my husband's turf?The panic made my stomach tighten, and I decided to solve this alone. Dominic was already dealing with the incident at the eastern gates, and I couldn't distract him when he already had so many problems to attend to with his Beta. This would only divert my husband's focus to the real problem of the pack.“Miss Samantha, is there a problem?” Madison noticed my distress after I had slipped the letter into my jacket pocket. She looked at my pocket with a puzzled look and then at my face.“N-Nothing, Madison. Nothing's wrong. How are the kids? Are they asleep?”“Yes. Diana insisted she would rather not sleep yet, but Master Devon
[ALPHA DOMINIC’s Point of View]My brain kept convincing me that I had to stay and solve this.But my heart and feet wanted to go to where my car was parked, drive back to the Pack Manor, and stay with my mate and the twins.
[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]“I’m sorry if we have to head back so soon. I know you still have so many questions you want to ask Ethan, but Madison already texted me that the kids are looking for me.”“You shouldn’t feel bad about it, love. I know you want to focus on this matter as well. But the kids are important too. And after you were gone for days, Diana and Devon became too worr
[SAMANTHA’s Point of View]“What’s happening here?”Dominic's face was filled with confusion and fury as he repeated his question, "Wolf? What do you mean about it, Samantha?”Ethan an
[SAMANTHA's Point of View]I couldn't believe what I was seeing.I was still in shock, and my heart was racing as I looked at my mate—my husband! He was here! He looked for me. He was limping, and my heart sank when I saw that long, stitched wound on his back.