His Mistress

Charlotte’s point of view

I walked further into the room, my heart was fluttering with excitement.

The candle light illuminated the place, revealing a trail of more delicate roses laid out on the floor. 

I gasped, realization was dawning upon me. I had forgotten that today was our anniversary. Nicholas had always been thoughtful, but this was beyond anything I expected.

The past happenings had made me cut off contact with our love life. I had begun to detach myself emotionally from him.

Normally, I would keep track of all our important dates. This time around, I did not even care. 

‘Maybe today can be the start of something new. Maybe he will change, for me,’ I thought as my heart decided it would give Nicholas one last chance to prove himself.

“Nick!” I called out, my voice was filled with joy.

He emerged from behind me, a warm smile was on his face. “Happy anniversary, my love!” He stepped forward and enveloped me in a warm embrace, planting a soft kiss on my lips.

I pulled back slightly to look into his eyes. “You remembered! I can’t believe I almost forgot.” 

Nicholas chuckled, his eyes sparkling. “How could I forget? It’s our special day.” He gestured toward the bed, where several luxurious bags lay neatly arranged. “I got you something. Before then, wait!”

He then circled me, and put the necklace around my neck. I had this on my wish list for a while. “Thank you, baby.”

My breath caught in my throat as I approached the bed. The bags were from Chanel and Hermes. They were expensive gifts that made my heart race with excitement. 

“Nick, you didn’t have to!” I exclaimed, running my fingers over the sturdy leather of the Hermes bag. 

“I wanted to spoil you,” he replied, leaning against the doorframe with a proud smile.

My heart swelled with affection. I turned and kissed him again, feeling grateful for his thoughtfulness. “You always know how to make me feel special.”

“Only the best for my queen,” he said, pulling me close again.

Just as we were about to lose ourselves in each other’s arms, we had begun to kiss each other and I stood in front of him, topless.

There was a loud knock that interrupted us. Nicholas frowned and glanced toward the door.

“Who could that be?” he muttered, annoyance creeping into his voice.

“I don’t know,” I replied, feeling a sense of unease wash over me. I needed this intimacy more than everyone else.

We ignored, thinking the person would leave. The knocking persisted, louder this time. Nicholas hesitated before walking over to the door. “I’ll check it out,” he said, opening it just enough to peek outside.

A guard stood there, his face serious and tense. “Your Majesty,” he began, glancing nervously at Nicholas before continuing. “There’s a lady outside who insists on speaking with you both.”

Nicholas raised an eyebrow. “What does she want?”

“Alpha, I think you should come check it out yourself.”

“What does she want?!” Nicholas barked. 

The guard shifted uncomfortably. “She claims that you made her pregnant and that she has come to confront you about it.”

My heart dropped as I exchanged shocked glances with Nicholas. “What?” I gasped, disbelief flooding my voice.

The guard nodded solemnly. “She is waiting outside with her bags and… a noticeable belly.”

Nicholas stepped back from the door as if struck by lightning. “This can’t be happening,” he whispered, running a hand through his hair in frustration.

I felt a whirlwind of emotions—confusion, anger, betrayal—all crashing over me. “Who is she?” I asked breathlessly.

“I don’t know,” Nicholas replied sharply, his voice strained. “I’ve never seen anyone like that before.” He was obviously lying. 

The guard shifted again, clearly uncomfortable with the situation unfolding before him. “She insists that you need to hear what she has to say.”

“Let me handle this,” Nicholas said firmly but with a hint of uncertainty in his tone. He turned back to me, whose expression was a mixture of hurt and disbelief.

“I can’t believe this is happening right now,” I said softly, trying to process everything. “On our anniversary?”

“I know,” Nicholas replied, his voice was  low and filled with frustration. “It’s not how I wanted this day to go.”

“Then what do we do?” I asked, feeling tears at the corners of my eyes.

“We will deal with this together,” he said decisively. “We need to know what she wants and who she is.”

Nicholas opened the door wider and stepped outside. I had dressed up and followed closely behind him, my  heart was racing as we approached the entrance of the pack.

Standing there was a woman, tall and striking, with long dark hair and an unmistakable roundness to her belly that confirmed the guard’s words. 

She held several designer bags in one hand while the other rested protectively on her stomach. Her travelling bag was in the other hand. She had come to stay. 

“Who are you?” Nicholas demanded as he stepped forward. He acted like he did not know the lady. 

The woman looked up at him with boldness in her eyes. “I’m Clara,” she said boldly. “And I’m here because I’m carrying your child.”

I felt as though the ground had been pulled out from under my feet. I stood frozen in place as Clara continued speaking.

“After all this time apart,” Clara said, her voice was steady. “I thought you should know that you’re going to be a father.”

Nicholas’s expression shifted from anger to shock as he processed her words. “This is impossible! I don’t even know you!”

Clara took a step closer, not backing down from his intensity. “We had something once, something real. When you poured your seed repeatedly inside of me, did you not know I would get pregnant?” 

She gestured toward herself and then at him. “And now I’m here because I need your help. My father is the alpha of Moon Sturdy Pack.”

Truly, she was the alpha’s daughter. Nicholas started shaking. One wrong move and he was done. 

“And you know how ruthless he can be. He said that if I don’t find the father of my child and go to live with him, he will kill me. So I am here,” Clara continued.

I felt rage bubbling inside me as Clara spoke so casually about their past. They had so much fun together.

“Help?” Nicholas echoed. “You think I owe you anything?”

“I didn’t come here for money or anything like that,” Clara replied defensively. “I came because I need you to acknowledge your child and give me shelter.”

I stepped forward then, unable to contain myself any longer. “How dare you show up here on our anniversary? You have no right!”

Clara turned to Charlotte with surprise but quickly regained her composure. “I’m not here to fight with you; I just want what’s best for my baby.”

Nicholas looked between Charlotte and Clara, clearly torn between the two women. If he rejected the baby and Clara went back to her father, and her father ran a DNA test that would reveal the child is his, he would attack our pack.

 And our pack was not strong enough to go to war. I expected Nicholas to defend me. He was silent.

‘Dang! Just when I was about to get my Luna back!’ Nicholas muttered to himself.

After a little moment of silence, “She stays. Guards! Take her inside and show her to the luxurious guest room. She is the mother of my child. Make sure she has eaten and is okay.”

He had conceded. He then turned to Clara. “You will be well taken care of till you give birth. Then we will decide on what to do next.”

Clara nodded and followed the guard. “Thank you, Nicholas.”

He then turned to me. I was already red and in pain. “Sweetheart, please, talk about this inside.”

“No!” I interjected fiercely. “I won’t let you belittle me.”

I was hurt and confused. At the moment I needed some comfort. I needed somebody to tell me that everything was going to be okay.

I could not run back home. My father would send me away. And Nicholas, Nicholas would get really wild anytime I tried to leave. 

I was afraid of him. He looked calm, but he was a tiger. When he was enraged, he had no mercy for those around me.

No one tried to hold me as I left in anger, not even Nicholas. Everybody felt that men deserved to have more than one woman.

And as my father would always say. “If your husband was cheating and you ever caught him on top of a lady. It is your duty to beat the lady up and take your husband home and give him a good fuck!”

I was trained to take back cheating men! My mother was a puppet and she also endured cheating, a sexless and a loveless marriage. Even if I went back, she would turn me away out of fear.

“I’m tired of men! I hate everything!” I yelled as I walked in the dark to the garden. I needed someone to hug me. I needed some love and I needed some intimacy. 

I walked up to Zoey’s room and knocked on the door. She opened immediately as if she were expecting me.

I slumped on the floor and cried. “Zoey..my husband.. he won't stop cheating.. there’s a lady outside—”

“Shhhh…” Zoey comforted and then went to bring some toilet rolls. 

“The lady is outside…she said… she says she’s pregnant, and he said..he said…” I was stuttering. 

Zoey then walked up to me,toilet roll in her hand. She knelt on the floor next to me. She then turned my face to hers.

At that moment, our eyes were locked. My face was soaked with tears,  and Zoey’s eyes were filled with passion. 

An unfamiliar thrill went down my body, my arousal began to fill the air and the both of us shared a passionate kiss.