Secrets Of A Scorned Woman

   It was a beautiful spring day, the sun was high in the sky as we curled up together on a fleece blanket. Surrounded by the noises of the park, kids laughing, dogs barking, and adults sharing memories with old friends. He wrapped his bulky arm around my somewhat slender frame trying to get me to lay with him watching the clouds in the sky, something we had always done before our marriage. I looked over at the hunk of a man after settling onto his chest his heart thumping wildly underneath my head. As I look at him I couldn't ever picture myself with anyone else, this 6'5" man was all mine. His sun kissed honey skin, caramel blonde streaked hair, and those beautiful green eyes that could make any woman's panties drop. Today he wore his messy hair in a man bun to keep it away from his eyes it was almost shoulder length but it framed his face perfectly, he matched that with a black tank top that hugged his torso like a second skin, and lastly his ripped jeans with faded spots in all the right places making his plump ass stand out. This man wasn't handsome he was f*****g deliciously beautiful and he is all mine. We sat there reminiscing about our lives before I accidently fell asleep, my strawberry blonde hair cascading over my face as his heartbeat's rhythm kept me in a wonderful sleep. I awoke to his cologne as he carried me to the car. "Sleep my beauty, your beast will have us home shortly" his deep rich voice lulled me back to sleep. I dreamed of him like always of what our life together would lead to. I was once again brought out to sleep as the car came to a stop. His voice was hushed as he talked to his brother "Damien I told you I will handle it okay? Now I got to carry my wife inside. I'll call you later."  He hung his iPhone 12 before opening the door of our 2020 Toyota Tundra and jumping out. I hear him open the door before I sit up. "I can walk babe I'm awake" my voice still groggy his face looked angry that's the first my mind stated. The anger only lasted momentarily before it was replaced with what seemed to be pain or guilt? "Or you can carry me" my mouth spits out the words scared of the reaction he had just gave me. "That's better" he mumbled under his breath but my heightened sense heard him. "Come on I got a surprise for you" I nodded my head in response and worried filled my gut for some reason.  Today had been our one month anniversary of being married and mated fully so we took the day off for ourselves thankful for each other. Damien the beta and also Malcolm's brother said he would handle our work for the day so we took the offer gladly. It had been a crazy week and so alone time sounded amazing to me, so I used my womanly charm and got Malcolm to agree. Malcolm is the pack Alpha. He is 27 and my chosen mate. Our pack is very small, containing only around 150 wolves. It was the kind of pack that was only together for the nature of the wolf as we didn't relish in being werewolves. We preferred to live as humans and only use our wolves once a month to shift. That way they stay in check and we can be somewhat normal. I come from the Alpha bloodline and honestly hated what came with that so at 16 I moved to New Mexico to find the human living wolf pack and that is where I met Malcolm, he courted me for years before we decided to get married a month ago. I am now 22 and the Luna of said wolf pack, and couldn't be happier. My body is more on the thick side with an ass that jiggles when I walk and thighs that a man could eat up, my breasts a whopping 38DD making them the perfect meal for any man at least that what Malc says. My strawberry blonde natural waves come to my mid back, blending well along my heart shaped face and making my baby blue eyes pop. I know I'm beautiful and that just makes my confidence even more sexy.  I'm brought from my thoughts as my body is slammed into our bed, Malcolm's face red as he seethes with anger. What happened while I was distracted? "You ok" I timidly ask as I have never seen him this way.  "Yeah I'm f*****g great. Your surprise is in the bathroom I'm going to bed" he says before laying down not even changing into his night clothes. Okay not sure what is going on my mind rattled, I got up headed for the bathroom. When I get in there I see a night outfit made of a beautiful red lace and matching stockings. The tub is also full of hot water with bubbles and candles, he must have gotten Damien to come by. Now that's the man I married' I don't know what's up with him but maybe if I get in and change he will feel better. Doing just that I soak, letting the hot water turn my fingers to prunes before grabbing my towel and getting dressed. I walk out of the bathroom a smile on my face but he's fast asleep.  "Wow. Really" I mumble before getting ready to put on real clothes. Deciding on some shorts and a spaghetti strap I quickly change out of the unfulfilled lustful outfit. Buzz Buzz Buzz. "What the hell?" He never has his cell on vibrate. Why is it on it now? Curiosity fills me, making my body move forward slowly towards the  vibrating noise coming from his back pocket. Am I really gonna do this? "Yes yes you are" my wolf urging me on which lets me know something I wrong as we barely ever communicate anymore. Reaching into his back pocket slowly I wrap my hand around the Otterbox case before retrieving it. Guilt washed over me but quickly disappeared as once again the phone vibrated and a word appeared on the screen that completely shattered my heart and soul. Cleo my wolf is howling in agony as the word "My Baby girl" flashes on the screen with a picture of MY husband with a cute little blonde snuggled up together on a bed apparently half naked with a sheet wrapped around their torsos. My stomach feels sick as I stare down at this picture her breasts barely hiding under the sheet, as her hair is disheveled from their previous events, but most of all those f*****g eyes hers and HIS look so f*****g happy.! Vomit threatens to spill as I can't look away. When suddenly the phone is snatched from my hand and replaced with the livid face of my so-called chosen mate. "what the f**k do you think you are doing?" his voice filled with hate causing me to snap! Without thinking I take my right fist and before either of us can stop it, I connect it with his jaw hearing a small crack as a smile braces my lips. "f**k you Malcolm by the looks of it you don't need me anymore right? So I believe I'll take my s**t and go, have a fun f*****g life with your sleez." Turning as my heart shudders knowing I wasn't enough for my husband... Realization sets in we completed the mating ceremony what the f**k am I going to do I can't just take it back that isn't how it works...My body is rippled with pain as I'm suddenly thrown up against the bedroom wall, my bones cracking as my left arm  snap in two. Frantically looking for my attacker I did not expect to see my once loving husband and mate looking at me with so much fury, hate, and disgust I recoiled away from him trying to pick myself up to avail. My body, my wolf, and my heart all in utter sorrow feeling his emotions for us snaps what's left inside me before I'm overtaken by the darkness inside of me  accepting my fate willingly. One thought clear in my mind is that I hate him and will do whatever necessary to get away from him as my shattered heart ache's the the betrayal of my chosen mate. How could he do this to me, our souls, and our wolves?  As I swim through the darkness that keeps me here binding me to my shattered soul.