Rejected 1

NIA

"Happy Anniversary my da…..” The words trailed off, fading completely like her sanity,

“Ahhmm, Michael…Ughh faster please…” The blonde female moaned as the bed creaked in unison, while the man held her butt up in the air and was thrusting into her from behind.

The cake slipped from her hands, hitting the floor with a muffled thud. The sound shattered the silence of the room like a glass breaking into many shards, each one cut through her chest.

Her feet froze in the doorway, and air suddenly seized from her lungs. She couldn’t process what she was seeing. Her husband. On their bed. Tangled in between sheets with…with her. Since when did she come into the picture?

Someone she had trusted, someone she had thought was harmless. The same person that had advised her to get this cake, to celebrate her day with her husband, to rekindle their romance, because she sure as hell knew that he wouldn’t get her a cake first, why would he? He didn’t even remember it was…

Their wedding Anniversary, neither did he know it was her birthday either. But she….she was supposed to be her best friend…Zora.

Her mouth hung opened as she struggled for air, They didn’t notice her at first, too wrapped up in their betrayal. But when the silence stretched, the woman—Zora—turned her head. Her eyes widened the moment they met hers, but instead of guilt, her lips curved into something that looked far too much like satisfaction.

“Michael…” She managed to call, her vision already clouded by the tears she was seriously fighting back. He turned lazily, his face showed not a flicker of guilt, only irritation. It was as if she had walked in on something important, like she was a burden, an uninvited guest.

“W-what is this?” Nia’s voice cracked, trembling with the rawness of her disbelief.

He sighed, sitting up and pulling the sheet carelessly around himself, as though she were the one intruding. “What does it look like, Nia?”

The way he said it—was so cold, so dismissive—something inside her just broke. To think she was his Luna, a Luna to a cheating soon to be Alpha.

“It’s our bedroom,” she managed to say, her voice was thick with tears, when did it all go wrong? The questions just played like a broken record in her head. When did he get together with her best friend, she always knew that Zora wanted whatever she wanted, but she never thought she’d covet her man.

“Why? Why would you do this to me? Here? On my birthday, Michael”

He rolled his eyes, swinging his legs off the bed and standing.

“it’s your birthday, so what? Does everything have to revolve around you? Why are you such a hypocrite, Nia?”

He ran his hands through his hair, and an exasperated sigh followed.

“Stop being so clueless, you’d have seen this coming a long time ago.”

She stared at him, not understanding. Her ears could barely hear anything he said with how loudly her heart was pounding in her chest.

“You…” she couldn’t even say the words. Her lips quivered as anger and pain collided in her chest. “You don’t even feel bad?”

“Bad?” he sneered, as if they very notion of him having the slightest pity for her amused him. “What do I have to feel bad about? You should have known. Look at you, Look at what you’ve become.”

Her teary eyes went down to examine herself, how was she the problem. The carribean skirt she wore danced around her waist gracefully, and the flowery top was loose against her chest.

“If I needed a maid, I would get one. Not watch my wife turn into one, always buried in chores, looking like a twerp half the time. Answer this, how long has it been since I’ve even wanted to touch you?”

His words just hit her like a whip to an already freshly open wound. The air remained scarce in her lungs, and the tears she had thought she could control just fell uncontrollably. He walked back toward Zora and placed a kiss on her forehead, as if he was comforting her from the sight of Nia.

“This woman right here, knows how to treat a man.” His fingers traced her jaw line, she giggled softly while shrugging cutely to his advances.

“You’re disgusting,” Nia whispered, as tears poured from her eyes and her anger bubbled to the surface. “Utterly disgusting, Michael.”

She stormed out of the room, her voice rising with blazing anger.

“Everyone will know what you have done, Michael. I’ll make sure you never become Alpha of the Roughstone wolves. They’re better without a leader like you!”