Twice Shamed, Thrice Blessed

Adela I thought I was used to the pain by now. I was wrong. The pain usually starts like a full feeling but then radiates until it is like fire burning in my veins. My wolf whined, pacing inside me, begging me to do something, anything, to make it stop. What could I do? I thought as tears rolled down my cheeks. There was nothing I could do. Every time my mate had s*x with someone else, the pain was unbearable and I always felt like I couldn’t breathe. “Please,” I whispered to no one, pressing my palm over my chest while I walked down the hallway of the packhouse to my room. “Oh yes, yes, right there Alpha. Yes.” Oh my goddess no, I gasped, clamping a hand over my mouth. Ronan f****d his whores and all but he never ever brought them to my room. Ronan chased me out of our bedroom a year ago, saying I was worthless and disgusting to him. So why in the world, were the sounds coming from my bedroom? My wolf howled in pain. I could hear them. The walls of the packhouse were thick, but the sounds still reached my ears. The groans and the moans. “Ronan,” I choked out walking quickly to the door. No f*****g way. There is no way he would be f*****g someone on my bed! The door was half open. I pushed it open and saw my husband and mate, my Ronan, all naked and sweaty while he pounded with brutal thrusts into a blonde omega under him. My bed creaked under them. A whimper slipped from my lips and he heard it. His dark head snapped toward me, eyes flashing as he smirked at me. He didn’t stop f*****g his w***e. In fact, he moved harder and faster, holding my eyes and making me watch them. There was a cruel snarl on his lips as the girl beneath him cried out. “I'm cumming Alpha!” I stood there at the doorway until my throat burned. Every single fragment of my soul screamed. It hurt to see my mate with another woman. It hurt even more to see he had no shame and did it on purpose to hurt me. When I couldn’t take another second watching them, I turned and walked away, sobbing in the living room. I was an Alpha's daughter! My father was the Alpha of the renowned Ember pack and yet I was treated like dirt. We're dying, Adela, How long do we have to put up with this? Why does he do this to us? My wolf whimpered, curling into a tight ball in my chest. Because we didn't give him a child. The first year we got married, it was amazing. It was the best. We were in love and I was happy. Then the second year came and all our efforts to get pregnant were wasted. Ronan moved on to f*****g other women inflicting pain on me. The w***e he was f*****g strutted out, when they were done. She eyed me, licked her lips and sauntered out of the house. Ronan walked past me to get a drink in the kitchen. His lips curled in a sneer when he saw me and he hissed. He had the audacity to hiss. My personal maid, Sela walked in, didn't acknowledge me one bit and walked over to Ronan. They kissed and my stomach dropped. He's f*****g Sela too? Oh I was done. I had endured this for two years, how could he be so heartless. I just wanted him to feel the same pain he is inflicting on me too. If he wanted to break me, I might as well pay him back. “You want to play games, Ronan?” I muttered under my breath, stomping out of the living room. “Let's play,” My wolf howled in pain when I got to the bedroom, the smell of s*x was still heavy in the air and it only made me angrier. I went to the walk-in closet I hadn’t opened in months, grabbed a black velvet mask from the top shelf with my shaky hands and a silk red dress. My wolf argued that this was a shitty idea and I probably would never be able to follow through with it but I just had to do something. I just threw a trench coat over the dress and left the house before I could lose my nerve. I drove down to a club in an Ember pack. It was a favorite club growing up, but I had taken the mask, because I didn't want anyone recognizing me in my father's pack. I didn't want anyone recognizing Luna Adela of Nightfall pack and seeing her drunk as hell. My stepmother and step sister would definitely use that against me, making my father hate me more than he already did. “Whiskey,” I said once I got to the bar and plopped my ass on a stool. The bartender’s brows rose but he nodded and poured me a glass. I knocked it back in one swallow, the burn was a welcome distraction from the pain eating at my chest. I was halfway through my second drink when I felt it. Someone was looking at me. I turned my head slowly and froze when I saw hot burning green eyes fixed on me and the most gorgeous man I had ever seen. The stranger was sitting across the room. His massive body filled the chair he sat on, wide shoulders stretched the fabric of his black shirt and there were tattoos that snaked up one tanned forearm, disappearing under the sleeve of his top. My lips parted when his eyes darkened. He moved, shifting in his chair. Heat rushed to my face, through my veins, and every cell lit on fire. Goddess, I licked my lips, who was he? His eyes followed the dart of my tongue over my lips and he shifted again. My eyes dripped to his lap and a gasp slipped from my lips. “What the hell?” His hand was in his lap, gripping the hard, obvious bulge in his pants. The large hand flexed around his b***r. He was stroking himself while looking at me. I should have been disgusted. I should have looked away. I didn’t. Goddess I couldn't. Heat licked down my spine, pooling low in my belly. My breath came faster, my pulse racing. I almost wished he would zip down his pants and let me see his di- oh no, What the hell was wrong with me? He stood up and my breath caught. He looked even larger as he moved towards me in quick strides. My eyes were fixed on his b***r and I could swear I saw his c**k throb. My throat went dry as he stopped just a few inches away, so close enough that I could smell him. He smelled so delicious, my wolf panted. I licked my lips again and he groaned as if he was in pain. “How did you do that?” He asked in a gravelly voice. “Do what?” I whispered. “This.” He gestured to himself, his hand brushing the obvious outline of his erection. “This hasn’t happened to me in years.” I swallowed hard trying to slap some senses into myself. “You expect me to believe that?” A slow, dangerous smile curved his lips. “No I expect you to do something about it,” My thighs clenched. Goddess help me, I wanted to know what it would feel like to be the reason for that hot burning look in his eyes. He leaned closer, his mouth brushing my ear. “So? What will it be, kitten? You caused this, will you fix it?” “I've never seen you in this club before,” I muttered. “First time,” He grunted and my back arched as his hot breath fanned my face. “I guess you come here regularly?” He brushed a hand over my skin, frowning as he touched the mask on my face. The sane part of me screamed to walk away, but the part of me that had been hurting for two years, the part that wanted to hurt Ronan too, the part that wanted to feel wanted like this. “Yes,” I murmured. “I’ll go with you, but on one condition.” His brows arched. “Name it.” “You don’t see my face. You don’t take of the mask.” He didn't seem pleased with that, but he gave me a feral grin. “Deal.”