Amaya POV “That’s dirty.” He didn’t listen. Instead, he groaned, moving his mouth faster and his tongue delving deeper. “But you taste so good,” he murmured. “Too much,” I whimpered. Right now, I was so sensitive, my legs twitched and my fingers gripped his hair, but even then, he still refused to let go. What the hell had gotten into him? “You can take it,” he said in a deep voice. “Let me take care of you, Amaya.” I shuddered at his words, gripping his hair tighter than I intended to. I wanted to push him away so badly, but my body was betraying me. Each time his tongue flicked over my sensitive spot, I clenched involuntarily around nothing, already missing the feeling of him inside me. Finally, he pulled away. Breathing heavily, I could see the trail of my fluid glistening on his lips, down to his chin. He slowly licked his lips, savoring the taste, and then he leaned in and kissed me, sliding his tongue into my mouth and allowing me to taste myself. When he p
Amaya POV My eyes fluttered open the next morning as rays from the morning sun hit my face. To my surprise, I found Dante lying next to me, still sound asleep. Knowing Dante, whenever we had sex, he never waited until the next morning. He was gone before I woke up, even though it was his bedroom. Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, I thought to myself, staring at him as his chest rose and fell. Memories of last night flashed in my mind—the sweet words, the soft kisses, and the rough yet intimate sex. If only he was always like that. Was it so difficult to treat me like I actually mattered? Not wanting him to wake up and find me by his side, I tried to slip out of bed, but the moment I moved, I felt his arm tighten around me. I froze, feeling his bare chest against my back and his steady breathing against my skin. Damn it. If I forced my way out, he would wake up. And if he woke up, I would have to face him. I didn’t want to. I tried to carefully lift his arm jus
Amaya POVSuri flinched at my sudden change in tone, and her teary eyes darted to me in surprise. I hadn't meant to sound so harsh, but the second Kara’s name left Suri's lips, something in my chest tightened. "I... she just mentioned the files. That there were records of rogue pups, and she thought your mate—uh, I mean, the Alpha—was hiding something," she said, swallowing nothing. My jaw clenched, and before I could stop myself, my fingers tightened around Suri's arm. "I told you Kara wasn't a good person," I snapped, raising my voice without realizing it. "Why did you listen to anything she said and not even think to tell me? Can't you see she's doing this on purpose?" Suri's eyes widened, and she winced as my grip tightened. "That woman is a bitch, okay?! She tried to strangle me, Suri! She wants to get rid of me, and now she's going after you." The moment those words left my lips, I saw fear in her eyes, and her body trembled. That was when I realized my fingers were
Dante’s POV I sat behind my desk, staring at the half-empty glass of whiskey in my hand. I had stopped drinking years ago, but my mind had been a mess for the past week, so I couldn’t help it. And now, look where it had gotten me. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it,” Mako mocked in my head. I scoffed. “You were the one who fucking took over last night.” “Yes, because you would have chickened out. We both wanted it, so I helped.” He wasn’t wrong. I didn’t want to admit it, but the moment she kissed me, I had been struggling to hold back. I wanted her so badly, yet a part of me refused to give in. Until Mako took matters into his own paws and completely took over my body. I could still remember every bit of what happened last night, since our minds were connected—even though I was drunk. Her moans. Her grip. The way I made her cum for the first time. Fuck. “Thank you,” Mako said. I sighed and I took another sip from my glass, groaning as the burn hit my throat. My grip tight
Amaya POV“I want a divorce,” I said, but there was no response.“I said I want a divorce,” I repeated louder this time, clenching my fists at my sides.Alpha Dante finally looked up from his desk, staring at me like I had come to throw another tantrum. “You are tired. Go and have a nap or something,” he said dismissively. I bit down on my lips and, in annoyance, slammed the divorce papers I had secretly gathered on his desk. “What is this?” he muttered in irritation, flipping through the papers. “These are the divorce papers. I have my signature already on them. All that’s left is your signature.” His brow furrowed, and his jaw clenched. Then suddenly, he tore the papers into shreds, causing me to gasp. “What… what do you think you are doing? I spent months gathering that… why would you…”“I will not divorce!” His voice thundered, causing me to flinch. He tossed the shredded papers across the room. “You are my wife. The Luna of the Moonshade Pack. How dare you ask for a div
I woke up the next morning with a very high fever, but I still managed to get out of bed. Outside my bedroom window, I could hear chants from protesters who wanted me gone from the pack. This had become a routine; they did it every morning until they were chased away by the guards. I got dressed and headed downstairs to join Dante for breakfast. Although I didn’t want to, he had insisted, not giving me much of a choice. So, against my will, I had to see him every morning before he left the packhouse. Today was different, though. Kara was sitting at the breakfast table, smiling as she poured Dante a cup of coffee. “Good morning, Amaya,” she said, as if she wasn’t sitting in my house, at my table, sharing coffee with my husband while I sat at the far end, away from both of them. “Good morning,” I muttered, keeping my eyes down. Dante, on the other hand, didn’t look up. He was busy reading something on his tablet. “Amaya, you look pale,” she added just as I was about to take a bi
The next days that followed, I started noticing Dante more often in the house than before. Although we never truly had a proper conversation, he wasn’t yelling like he used to. “My husband has been really cold and distant lately.” I overheard a conversation between two maids while I was walking down the hallway. They were whispering, but I could hear them clearly. “Do you have a child yet?” the older maid asked while the younger one shook her head. “I wanted to wait, but now… I don’t know. Maybe it was a mistake. He’s barely home, and when he is, it feels like we’re strangers.” “Ah, that’s just what happens with newlyweds. Men get restless, but trust me, once you give him a child, everything will change. He’ll return to his loving self. That’s how it’s always been.” I froze upon hearing those words. A child? Was that the answer? But Dante had never asked for one, which is why I never even considered it. But now… maybe… just maybe. That night, I found mysel
Dante’s POVI was at a pack meeting when I got the call that Amaya had been stabbed—by not just anyone, but one of my own men.“What?” I barked into the phone, startling the Alphas around me. My heart pounded violently in my chest, and for the first time in years, true fear gripped me.I left immediately, shifting into my wolf and racing toward the hospital. By the time I arrived, I was breathing heavily, and my hands were shaking.The doctor was waiting for me.“The wound was deep,” he started. “She lost a lot of blood. It will take at least a month for her to fully recover.”I frowned. “A month?” That didn’t make sense. With her wolf, she should be healed in a week at most.“There’s… something else.” The doctor hesitated.“Spit it out,” I growled.“Your wife was weeks pregnant, Alpha… but she lost the child due to the trauma.”Everything stopped.A ringing in my ear drowned out all other sound, and my eyes turned red. The doctor’s mouth was still moving, but I couldn’t hear him.Pre
Dante’s POV I sat behind my desk, staring at the half-empty glass of whiskey in my hand. I had stopped drinking years ago, but my mind had been a mess for the past week, so I couldn’t help it. And now, look where it had gotten me. “Don’t act like you didn’t enjoy it,” Mako mocked in my head. I scoffed. “You were the one who fucking took over last night.” “Yes, because you would have chickened out. We both wanted it, so I helped.” He wasn’t wrong. I didn’t want to admit it, but the moment she kissed me, I had been struggling to hold back. I wanted her so badly, yet a part of me refused to give in. Until Mako took matters into his own paws and completely took over my body. I could still remember every bit of what happened last night, since our minds were connected—even though I was drunk. Her moans. Her grip. The way I made her cum for the first time. Fuck. “Thank you,” Mako said. I sighed and I took another sip from my glass, groaning as the burn hit my throat. My grip tight
Amaya POVSuri flinched at my sudden change in tone, and her teary eyes darted to me in surprise. I hadn't meant to sound so harsh, but the second Kara’s name left Suri's lips, something in my chest tightened. "I... she just mentioned the files. That there were records of rogue pups, and she thought your mate—uh, I mean, the Alpha—was hiding something," she said, swallowing nothing. My jaw clenched, and before I could stop myself, my fingers tightened around Suri's arm. "I told you Kara wasn't a good person," I snapped, raising my voice without realizing it. "Why did you listen to anything she said and not even think to tell me? Can't you see she's doing this on purpose?" Suri's eyes widened, and she winced as my grip tightened. "That woman is a bitch, okay?! She tried to strangle me, Suri! She wants to get rid of me, and now she's going after you." The moment those words left my lips, I saw fear in her eyes, and her body trembled. That was when I realized my fingers were
Amaya POV My eyes fluttered open the next morning as rays from the morning sun hit my face. To my surprise, I found Dante lying next to me, still sound asleep. Knowing Dante, whenever we had sex, he never waited until the next morning. He was gone before I woke up, even though it was his bedroom. Perhaps it was because of the alcohol, I thought to myself, staring at him as his chest rose and fell. Memories of last night flashed in my mind—the sweet words, the soft kisses, and the rough yet intimate sex. If only he was always like that. Was it so difficult to treat me like I actually mattered? Not wanting him to wake up and find me by his side, I tried to slip out of bed, but the moment I moved, I felt his arm tighten around me. I froze, feeling his bare chest against my back and his steady breathing against my skin. Damn it. If I forced my way out, he would wake up. And if he woke up, I would have to face him. I didn’t want to. I tried to carefully lift his arm jus
Amaya POV “That’s dirty.” He didn’t listen. Instead, he groaned, moving his mouth faster and his tongue delving deeper. “But you taste so good,” he murmured. “Too much,” I whimpered. Right now, I was so sensitive, my legs twitched and my fingers gripped his hair, but even then, he still refused to let go. What the hell had gotten into him? “You can take it,” he said in a deep voice. “Let me take care of you, Amaya.” I shuddered at his words, gripping his hair tighter than I intended to. I wanted to push him away so badly, but my body was betraying me. Each time his tongue flicked over my sensitive spot, I clenched involuntarily around nothing, already missing the feeling of him inside me. Finally, he pulled away. Breathing heavily, I could see the trail of my fluid glistening on his lips, down to his chin. He slowly licked his lips, savoring the taste, and then he leaned in and kissed me, sliding his tongue into my mouth and allowing me to taste myself. When he p
Amaya POVThe moment my lips crashed into his, his body stiffened at first, clearly caught off guard, but then he melted into the kiss, grabbing my waist and pulling me closer to him. I gasped as he deepened the kiss, struggling to breathe. When he pulled away to catch his breath, I looked up to meet his glowing red orbs. "What was that for?" His voice was hoarse, like he was trying to hold back. I opened my mouth, trying to come up with an excuse, but he shook his head. "No," he whispered. "Don't answer that." Saying that, he lifted me up and placed me on the edge of the desk. He held my chin up so I was forced to meet his burning gaze. "I don't care why you did it," he whispered close to my ear, causing me to shudder. "All I care about is that you did—and it's too late to back out now." He suddenly bit down on my earlobe, making me wince. I knew he was drunk, but damn it, why was he suddenly so good at this? My senses were getting overwhelmed. His lips moved from m
Amaya POV Three years in this pack after marrying Dante had been nothing but hell on earth for me. The people hated me, so leaving the pack house was almost never an option. Even inside, I found no peace. The maids took every opportunity to mistreat me, knowing I wouldn't complain. They would "accidentally" spill water on my clothes, whisper behind my back, and leave my food cold. Sometimes, they ignored me completely, treating me like I was invisible. Other times, they made sure I knew I was unwanted. But I never said a word. Although I knew if I did, Dante wouldn't hesitate to punish them. But then... it wouldn't be fair. Because deep down, I knew I deserved it. The hatred, the whispers, the cold stares—I had accepted them long ago. I was the daughter of a traitor, an enemy to their kind. No matter how much time passed, no matter how much I tried to be invisible, they would never let me forget it. And I didn't blame them. Not really. But then... Suri came into my l
Amaya’s POV As soon as I returned to my room, I rushed to the bathroom and started throwing up in the toilet. I had forced myself to eat—not because I was hungry, but because I just couldn’t stand Dante’s presence. When I finished cleaning up, I stepped out of the bathroom and collapsed onto my bed, spreading my arms as I stared up at the ceiling. My body felt weak, drained from both the nausea and the exhaustion that never seemed to go away. “I can’t wait to leave,” I muttered and closed my eyes. The door creaked open, and I opened my eyes as Suri stepped in, holding a glass of water in one hand. “You look pale.” She muttered, closing the door behind her. “Did you throw up again?” I sighed. “What do you think?” She frowned, walking over and handing me the glass. I took a sip before setting it on the nightstand. “Have you heard anything from your friend Adam?” I asked, but she shook her head sadly. “You know the Nightshade Pack is very far from here. It would take a couple
Suri POV“What’s your name again… Suri, right?” Kara said.It was just the two of us now, alone in the kitchen. I kept my head low and nodded.“You’ve been here for almost a month now. It seems you’ve gotten attached to the Luna. She must mean so much to you for you to defend her with so much passion,” she continued. I could feel her gaze studying me intently, and I didn’t dare to look up.“I’m simply doing my job. Then again, she’s been nothing but kind to me. I couldn’t just stand by and watch the other maids talk badly about her,” I muttered.“You know what? You are absolutely right. Even though Amaya’s father was… well, let’s just say, not the most honorable man, she shouldn’t have to suffer for his mistakes.”I smiled, but that quickly disappeared when she added—“But… you do realize how difficult you’re making things for yourself, don’t you?” she said, and I noticed the shift in her tone.I finally glanced up, looking at her, confused. “Difficult?”She smiled, reaching for a nap
Suri POV My eyes widened as I saw Luna Amaya cough out blood, but I had to try my best to keep calm for her own sake. With her hands around me, I was able to guide her back to her room. I noticed she held her breath as we passed the guards, but as soon as we stepped in, she resumed coughing even more violently. I didn’t know what to do, but I quickly sat her down on her bed. She gripped my hand tightly as she coughed, leaving me with no choice but to watch her while thinking of my next move. After a minute or two, she calmed down just a little and finally let go of my hand. “Water,” she said in a weak voice. I nodded and rushed over to the table, pouring a glass of water from the pitcher that was sitting there. As I did, I noticed a red bruise around my wrist from how tightly she had gripped me. My heart ached. How much pain was she in to be holding on that tight? I shook the thought away, grabbed the glass, and rushed back to her side. “Here, Luna,” I said and