The Alpha’s Wife Wants Revenge

Chapter 3 - One Night Stand

Laura’s PoV

The distant mountains are covered with white snow, and the spruce trees are neatly aligned. Last night, I was busy admiring Charles instead of enjoying the scenery outside. And I have to say, last night was the best s*x I have ever had.

Inside the room, it is hot and messy.

I rolled off the bed, picked up the slip dress on the floor, walked to a beautiful mahogany table, took a cigarette from Charles’s cigarette box, and lit it up.

"Do you want some cigarettes?”

I asked. Charles had just woken up, stretching himself on the bed without covering his body. When he heard my voice, he froze as if he forgot that I am here but he quickly hide his surprise with a smile. His already sexy voice sounded hoarse and even more captivating than last night-

“I'd rather have you on top of me again, though.”

I scoffed before blowing the smoke into his face.

“Is that so? I’m honored.”

Charles suddenly grabbed my hand before leaving trails of kisses on my arm to my neck. His movements were careful as if he’s touching something fragile. I leaned back as this man worked his way, leaving marks all over my body. When Charles seemed satisfied with his work, he lay back on his side with one hand supporting his head while showing his well-built body to me.

I bite my lower lip when his tight lines and bulging muscles are hard to resist. He raised his eyebrows playfully and calmly looked at her,

“Do you like what you see, Laura?”

I nodded and put the cigarette on an ashtray.

“I need to stop smoking. It would be hard for me to stop if I got addicted again. It costs money to buy cigarettes. And you, don’t you think it’s time to put on my clothing?”

Charles chuckled lightly, his shallow voice filled with sarcasm,

"When you tried my ‘cigarette,’ weren't you afraid of getting addicted?"

Charles asked while shaking his hips, letting my heart pound harder than before. I thought for a moment and chuckled,

"I was, but sucking yours doesn't cost me any money."

Charles continued to maintain posture, but the smile on his face gradually disappeared, replaced by curiosity and scrutiny, looking slightly offended,

“Laura, you're quite daring, playing with me like this."

I didn’t say anything. I admit I was a bit nervous and guilty; after all, I just slept with Matthew’s uncle. Ugh, thinking of Matthew first thing in the morning makes me sick. Even I didn’t gag when I sucked on Charles’s hard d**k. And now I want to puke while thinking of that bastard.

The satisfaction on my face instantly disappeared, replaced by annoyance and disgust.

"I have a question for you. Did you know that Matthew and his stepmother are sleeping together?"

Charles seemed to have anticipated that I would ask this question. There was no change in his expression, and he nodded faintly,

“Of course, it’s a known fact. And it seems only my i***t half-brother, and you didn’t know about this.”

Really? I sat at the corner of the bed and cursed myself for being stupid and gullible. After a suffocating silence, I spoke,

"I always thought they were mother and son, but when I caught them..."

I couldn't help but burst into tears. I don’t even care if I have to cry like a child in front of Charles. I didn’t hold back and showed my ugliest facial expression to the man I just met.

Suddenly, I felt Charles hug me from behind with his big arms around me before placing his chin on my shoulder. I should have been sad, but I blushed when his member pressed against my back.

“Don’t cry. You look far too beautiful to be crying for a bastard him.”

I cry even harder when this man comforts me.

“Easy for you to say. I saw my fiancé screwing his stepmother with my own eyes. You have no idea what I felt.”

Charles didn't say a word, remained silent for a moment, and then asked,

“You had s*x with me so you could forget about Matthew, right?”

My motives were exposed, and I couldn’t deny or directly admit it. Instead, she skipped his question and smiled,

"Well, perhaps."

I was a little anxious and wanted to hear an explanation from Charles- the reason why he flirted with me, but that man had no intention of telling me.

"I never knew Matthew before, so I didn’t know he was into milf. Don’t blame yourself. It’s his fault for betraying you. You only need a man who can appreciate you. Matthew is blind.”

Is Charles trying to say that he’s here and tell me to forget about Matthew? Well, I’m planning to forget about him. I couldn't help but feel helpless. My shoulders slumped, and I sighed gently while leaning back to Charles’s.

I turned to the side and looked up to Charles with watery peach eyes,

"Am I a w***e for liking you without knowing who you truly are?”

"Heh."

Charles laughed. His face remained unchanged as he issued a dismissal,

"Aren’t you worried that someone would come through the door and see us like this?”

I shake my head no.

"Are you kicking me out?"

Charles raised an eyebrow without confirming or denying,

"Who knows- I’m a very busy man. So, once you get a hold of yourself, you should leave.”

His voice was deep and resonant, full of threat and naughtiness. A plain glance was enough to make people shudder. Is he kicking me out of his room?

"What happened to the soft and gentle man I slept with last night?”

My voice was small in the end, but he still heard it. Charles let go of his arms and got up from the bed. He smirked before raising his hand and pinched my chin, looking down at me with a superior gaze, and said word by word,

"Did you think I didn’t hear what you said when you screamed my name last night? I am not a tool for your revenge.”

The moment I met his eyes, I couldn't help but tremble involuntarily. No one has ever looked at me like that. Usually, one would keep their distance, but why am I ready to throw myself into the pits of hell?

Charles's eyes suddenly change. When I looked into his eyes, it reminded me of when I was thrown into the darkest room in my mansion. My parents called it a correctional room where I spent most of my time whenever I did something they deemed inappropriate as the daughter of an alpha.

“Do my eyes remind you of your deepest, darkest secret?”

I slowly nodded my head.

“Now leave before Matthew sees you in my room.”

I watched as Charles grabbed a towel and covered his lower body while I sat there, thinking. Charles didn’t say much, but his action tells me otherwise.

“What if I told you I can help you be a respected alpha for this pack?”

Somehow, my question made him turn his attention to me.

“You got my attention.”

Finally.

“I can help you gain the power and influence you want. Just take me as your Luna. I am the daughter of the Star Shadow Pack Alpha. I may live behind my father’s shadows, but I have a network of people. From the looks of things, you need me, and I need you.”

Charles laughed.

“When did I ever say I need your help?”

Oh really?

“Matthew and his father will never stop protesting against you. I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but— people here hate you.”

Charles hummed. I watched as he walked towards me while pushing back his hair with his hand. I just met the man last night, slept with him and now I’m begging him to marry me.

“And what do you gain from being my Luna?”

Simple.

“Revenge. I decided to have my revenge. And you’re the only one capable of doing so.”

Charles stood in front of me before grabbing my chin.

“If this is one of your plans to trick me, forget about it. Otherwise-“

Charles leaned in for a kiss, and I didn’t try to stop him. When we pulled away, I looked deep into Charles’s eyes and asked-

"Otherwise, what?"

He snorted coldly,

"Try it, and you'll find out."