Chapter 1
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.”
Chapter 2
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 his priorities.”
“Right,” I muttered, turning away as anger flared up. I wanted to scream, to demand answers, but the fury only made me feel smaller. How could he just disregard me like this?
As I entered the dining room, Olivia’s gaze zeroed in on me, a smug smile playing on her lips. She was seated beside Dominic, a little too comfortably close, as if trying to stake a claim. Dominic, as usual, ignored me completely, his attention focused on his food. I took a seat across from them, asserting my position as the Luna of the pack.
“Well, well, decided to finally join us?” Olivia mocked.
“Is there a problem with that?” I retorted, meeting her gaze.
She laughed softly, a sound that held no warmth. “I just find it amusing that the ‘perfect Luna’ can’t even keep her husband’s interest.”
I clenched my jaw, choosing to ignore her taunt. I reached my plate from the omega serving me, and Olivia continued.
“Oh, come on, Samantha,” she pressed with a vicious edge to her smile. “You know he doesn’t care, right? You’re just… convenient.”
Dominic glanced at me briefly before turning back to his meal, leaving me to fend for myself.
I took a deep breath, refusing to give her the satisfaction of a reaction. “Convenience is something you wouldn’t understand, Olivia,” I replied smoothly. “After all, desperation hardly allows for it.”
Her smile faltered for a brief second, before she leaned forward, her voice barely above a whisper but dripping with venom. “You think you’re so untouchable, but you’re nothing more than a placeholder, Samantha. Eventually, Dominic will realize he deserves more.”
I met her stare and didn’t back down. “Funny, I was just thinking that you might want to be careful. Temporary pleasures don’t always end in permanent rewards.”
A flicker of annoyance crossed her face, but she quickly recovered, flashing a fake sweet smile. “You’re so not sure about that,” she sneered, rubbing her palm on Dominic’s shoulder, displaying that this time, he had chosen her.
I glared at her yet she was only pleased by my anger, knowing that Dominic would take her side.
He finally looked up, glancing briefly between us before settling on Olivia. “Are you done?” he asked her, his tone impatient.
I watched as Olivia shifted, obviously irritated by his lack of attention toward her. But the satisfaction was short-lived as Dominic turned to me with his eyes cold.
“Don’t you have something to be doing?” he asked bluntly, clearly dismissing my presence.
I swallowed, feeling the sting of his words. “Right. I’ll be going,” I replied, standing up, my hands trembling slightly as I forced myself to walk away, leaving them both to whatever twisted satisfaction they found in belittling me.
~
I didn’t get far before I heard footsteps behind me. I turned to see Lena hurrying to catch up, a mixture of concern and guilt was etched on her face.
“Samantha,” she called softly. “I’m so sorry. I had no idea Dominic would be like that. He just… he needs time, I promise you that.” Lena must’ve witnessed what happened in the dining room, as she immediately came to me.
“Time,” I murmured, my voice laced with a bitterness I could not mask. “I’ve given him all the time I could. And last night… I thought maybe things had changed. But…”
“Samantha, darling, he’s never been in love before. You’re the first person he’s let into his life in this way. I know it doesn’t seem like it now, but he’ll come around. Last night… was a good start, wasn’t it?”
I looked away, feeling the heat rise to my cheeks. “Maybe,” I whispered. “But it’s hard to see that when he acts like this.”
Lena gave my hand a reassuring squeeze. “Trust me. He just needs to realize what he has in you. Give him time for now. He’ll eventually come around.”
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A month passed, and Dominic barely came home, always giving some excuse—pack business, work, duties. When he wasn’t “busy,” I’d hear rumors of him out with Olivia, their lunches, their meetings, all private moments he never bothered to share with me.
Lena’s advice repeated in my mind like a mantra. “Give him time.” And so I tried. I smiled, stayed patient, and performed my duties, hoping that one day Dominic would give me attention.
Maybe, I needed to be the one to make the first move. I couldn’t just keep waiting for him to see me. I had to show him I was here.
After all, if I truly loved him, shouldn’t I be the one to reach out?
The door to Dominic’s office was slightly open, and what I thought were murmured discussions turned out to be something far worse.
I froze, staring through the narrow gap.
Dominic had Olivia pressed against the wall, her legs around his waist, his lips trailing down her neck. Her eyes fluttered closed, and she tilted her head back, whispering, “Yes, Dominic. I’m yours.”
The way he held her sent a stabbing pain through my chest, twisting deep and sharp. I wanted to look away, to run, but I was frozen to my feet, forced to watch as he held her intimately, kissing the most sensitive spot on her neck, making her frown and tremble in ecstasy as a soft moan escaped her lips.
I backed away quietly, my vision blurring from the tears. Maybe Olivia was his fated mate that’s why he was so willing to give her everything, especially what I had desperately wanted, and needed as his wife.
