Married To My Husband’s Brother (The Alpha King)

Ariella “You are six weeks pregnant,” Those five magical words looped around in my head as I fought back the tears that threatened to spill down my cheeks. Six years of trying for a child. Six years of the other Alphas’ wives looking at me with a scowl on their faces. Six years of forcing a smile despite the rumours that floated around the pack—that I was barren. Six years of pain and now I had a life growing inside of me? I slapped a hand over my mouth to hide the scream of excitement that scraped up my throat, my other hand cradling my stomach. Honestly, I didn’t know how I would have made it through those dark times without my husband's support. Leroy, Alpha of the Red Moon Pack. He never pressured me even though I knew—everyone knew—that the reason he married an Omega like me was for the sole purpose of birthing him an heir. Yet, he never treated me badly. Not even once. An Alpha searching for a bride outside of his pack wasn’t a good sign. Everyone who tossed me out to Leroy without hesitation thought that I was going to die. I also believed that would be my fate but all through our marriage, Leroy had been nothing but sweet to me. So, it was all thanks to Leroy. Grandma Susan who loved me like her own daughter. The buzz of my phone pulled me out of my thoughts and as I glanced at the screen, a grin crept over my lips. It was a text from Leroy. “Wifey, don't wait for me tonight. I will come to the pack house tomorrow. Sleep tight and I love you so much.” I would have listened like the obedient wife I was—if I hadn't already been outside the vacation house. I’d overheard the Beta say Leroy had returned and would be staying at the border estate, because of how worn out he was from the trip to the Lycan Kingdom. Ever since the Lycan King spread rumors of a possible attack on our pack, my husband has been working tirelessly—in hopes of having a peaceful dialogue with him—to evade the attack and restore calmness to the pack. My heart squeezed with pain and I hoped that the news of my pregnancy would ease the tension from him. Reaching into the back seat, I tucked the pregnancy confirmation letter into my bag, reached for the wine and his favorite cookies. As I slid out of the car’s seat and shut the door behind me, I could already imagine the tears in his eyes as he skimmed through the report and as he crushed his lips on mine while pounding into me. An ache bloomed at my core and as I climbed up the stairs, a feeling of regret gnawed at me. I should have come with some lingerie to spice things up and— I halted in my steps, a flicker of dread crawling through me for a second as the clash of scents and perfumes seeped into my nose. “Weird” I whispered, fingers tightening around the bannister as I shook the thoughts off like it was nothing. Nothing. As I walked deeper down the hallway, I smiled at all the framed pictures of me that were hung on the wall. Leroy didn't only confess his love for me with words, he did so with his actions. He made me breakfast when he had the chance, showered me with so many gifts, and worshiped the very ground I walked on. It was no wonder that Leroy’s affection towards me rattled so many people who couldn't comprehend how an omega rose to become a Luna. A respected one at that. I followed the trail of his scent and as I opened the door, I put on a wide smile. “Le—” The smile was wiped from my face, the excitement inside of me fizzling out immediately as my grip around the bag containing the wine, loosened, falling to the ground. The bottle hit the ground with a sharp crack, the shards spilling out of the bag like my heart that was just splintered into a million pieces. My breathing was uneven. My world was spinning. My sight was failing. It had to be because there was no way that my husband was on his knees, slurping on— A d**k? His widened grey eyes filled with shock locked on mine and he was about to pull away when a thick masculine hand slipped into Leroy’s brown hair, forcing him to take the full length of his thick veiny c**k as Leroy gagged at the base of it. My breath came in small ragged gasps, fingers trembling around the doorknob, and when the man towering over him whipped his head to me with a growl tearing from his throat, a wave of nausea washed over me. It was the Lycan King, Zaden “Here comes that little Omega cunt you took for a wife. Did you have fun parading her at parties—flaunting her right in front of me!” his narrowed eyes darkened on mine. A day had never passed without Leroy talking badly about Zaden. When I helped him with his coat, when he came back home at night grumbling, the only name at the tip of his tongue was Leroy—the same way his d**k was in his mouth right now? I thought they couldn't stand each other? At the last fundraising event I attended with Leroy, Zaden had hurled a knife at him out of nowhere. Another time, Leroy had cracked his fist on Zaden’s face as a form of retaliation as they forced each other into the second empty hall. One time he had even blurted out the Lycan King’s name as he slammed his c**k into me. I could still remember the tears on Zaden’s wife's face as she pleaded for them to stop fighting. Slowly it hit me. Maybe it wasn't even a fight. Those two were in the hall f*****g. I still couldn't understand how a man whose pack’s laws banished those of the same sexuality was the same man on his knees right now Goddess, I was about to get sick to my stomach. Zaden ripped his c**k out of his mouth, Leroy gasping for breath, the shock in his eyes long gone, replaced by a flicker of annoyance. “Ariella, read the f*****g room and go home!” Zaden leaned in, gripping him by the jaw. “You don't get to mention her name until my c*m drips down your throat. Understood!” “Yes,” “Yes, what?” “Yes, Daddy,” My hands flew over my mouth. I was too shocked to even cry. Zaden turned to me with a smirk curling at the corner of his lips. “Now, I have to show your wife who owns this mouth,” In the blink of an eye, he forced his d**k back into Leroy’s mouth and f****d his mouth until he released every last drop of c*m down his throat. That was when the tears filled my eyes, spilling down my cheeks as the wedding ring sitting on my finger suddenly burned. “I can explain—” Leroy said, rising up as I twisted the ring until it was halfway off my finger. “E-Explain?” My lips trembled. “Leroy, what do you want to explain with King Zaden’s c*m dripping down the corners of your mouth?” I choked out a whisper. Zaden chuckled as he collapsed into the couch while Leroy ripped his hands through his hair. “Ariella, please let’s talk. It’s not what it looks like,” “It is definitely what it looks like!” I slid the wedding ring off my finger—the same one he ensured I wore all the time, even to sleep—as I tossed it at his feet. “Don't come after me. I’m done with you and whatever this is.”