CHAPTER 3
2364 Words
STEFANNY WATSON
The pleasure is intense, and I moan louder as I feel him entering me with a single movement.
I sigh against his lips.
He looks at me, and I completely lose myself in his pupils.
Each time he enters me, I feel like I'm going crazier with pleasure.
My mind screams for me to pull away from him, but I can't do it now. My body is begging for more of him.
"God, I've dreamed of this moment every time...", he moans against my neck, and I close my eyes, feeling him entering me faster than before.
I tilt my head back, feeling him biting my shoulder.
The night between us is far from over, and we don't stop on the rug.
It happens again against the kitchen sink, then on the couch, and we end up lying on the rug near the fireplace, listening to the sound of the rain.
I think about Damien and how he would look at me, knowing that I made a huge mistake with his best friend.
The daylight filters through the cabin window, softly illuminating the room.
I open my eyes, and reality settles in my chest like a heavy stone.
The warmth of Maycon's body still lingers in the air, mixed with the memories of the previous night that crush me.
Everything was so intense, so wrong. I can't shake the feeling of guilt, as if it's now rooted in me, part of who I am.
I take a deep breath, and his touch is still on my skin, as if the memory could burn me again.
I should feel relieved to be alive, to have escaped the Lycans that attacked me.
But I can't think about that. All I can remember is what happened between us.
With each thought, the weight intensifies. The desire, the kiss, the touch... everything is still so vivid. I hate myself for it, for having given in like that. How could I let this happen?
I get up from the rug where I was lying, my body still sore, and quickly put on my clothes.
The cold fabric is a shock against my warm skin, but it doesn't help lessen the guilt that consumes every part of me.
The rain that fell outside during the night has already stopped, and now the only sound I hear is the oppressive silence of the cabin.
I look around, and everything seems empty. How could I have let this happen? I'm married, and Damien doesn't deserve this. Maycon... he's just a friend.
I shouldn't have allowed him to get close to me like that. I shouldn't have felt anything for him.
Maycon's voice pulls me from my thoughts.
He's outside, talking on the phone, his voice low and firm.
I take a deep breath, blinking my eyes in an attempt to clear my mind. I need to get out of here.
When I open the door and our eyes meet, I feel a wave of nervousness. What have I done?
"Good morning. The pack is taking care of the Lycans that attacked you last night. They're identifying everyone.", he says with a slight smile, but his face still carries the intensity of the previous night.
I try to focus on what he's saying, but everything inside me feels wrong, out of place.
I can't look at him for long, so I quickly avert my gaze and walk towards the car.
"Stefanny...", Maycon calls my name with his deep voice, and I hear the concern in it.
I stop for a second but don't dare look back.
"That can never happen again. I'm married, and you're the Beta. We can't lose control like that again. That was wrong."
I know my voice falters at the end, but I can't help it. Maycon stays silent for a moment, and when he finally responds, it's with a respectful nod, though I can see the pain in his eyes.
"If there's no more danger, I want to leave. Please.", I say, almost begging.
He doesn't question it, and together we walk towards the car.
The silence between us is oppressive, heavier than any words could be. Each mile we drive increases the guilt inside me, as if it's building up in layers, suffocating every part of my being.
When we arrive at the mansion, I see the broken windows around the property, and the memory of the attack hits me.
But at the same time, the weight of what happened between Maycon and me continues to suffocate me.
As I enter, I see Damien in the hall, talking to the police, probably explaining what happened last night.
"Damien...", I murmur, my voice barely a whisper.
He turns, and when our eyes meet, I see the worry and relief in his.
Without thinking, I run towards him, and he does the same.
He wraps me in a strong, almost crushing embrace, and I feel the tears welling up.
I'm not crying because of the attack, but because of the betrayal that now weighs on my heart. Damien holds me so tightly, as if he's afraid of losing me.
"My God, Stefanny... I thought they had done something to you... I was so worried.", he whispers, his voice heavy with emotion.
The tears continue to fall, more intense now, as I cling to him.
But he doesn't know the truth. He doesn't know that I betrayed him, that I let someone else touch me, that I lost myself in Maycon.
The sobs grow louder, not from the fear I felt last night, but from the guilt that eats away at me.
"It's all okay now. I should have been here with you."
If he had been here, none of it would have happened. I wouldn't have let Maycon tempt me, I wouldn't have fallen into that trap. I try to compose myself, but the tears keep flowing.
"I'm here now. I'm so sorry for leaving you alone. I won't stay away anymore. I know I've spent too much time at the company, but our marriage is more important. I'm going to save this, Stefanny. I'm going to save us. I love you."
He kisses my forehead, and every word weighs even more on my heart.
I let out a sob, not knowing what to say. I know he's being sincere, but I don't know how to face what I've done.
And then I hear Maycon's footsteps approaching.
My body tenses.
"Maycon. Thank you for keeping her safe. I'll never forget what you did.", Damien says, turning to him.
"It's my duty to protect everyone, Damien.", he responds, his voice neutral.
Our eyes meet for a moment, and I quickly look away. I can't look at him. I can't deal with this.
A FEW WEEKS LATER
The following weeks are a blur. I avoid Maycon at all the pack meetings, doing my best never to be alone with him.
With Damien, things seem to improve. He spends more time with me and takes me to places I've always dreamed of. Our marriage seems to bloom again, as if we're being reborn.
But no matter how perfect everything seems, the night at the cabin still haunts me. Whenever I close my eyes, I remember Maycon's touch, the kisses, and the intensity of that night.
That same night, we went to bed together, and I satisfied the longing I had for my husband.
He's more affectionate, more present, and even surprises me by cooking my favorite meal.
"Close your eyes, love.", he says with a smile as he prepares everything.
I obey, smelling the delicious aroma in the air. When he puts the spoon in my mouth, I chew, smiling, but the nausea hits me like a shock.
I run to the bathroom, with Damien right behind me.
"Love, are you okay?", he asks, holding my hair while I vomit.
I just nodded, tears in my eyes.
Something is very wrong.
I wake up with my stomach churning and the nausea rising so fast that I barely have time to think.
I run to the bathroom, barely reaching the toilet before throwing up everything inside me.
The tears burn my eyes as I lean on the sink, taking deep breaths to try to calm down.
What is happening to me?
My gaze fixes on the birth control pills on the sink.
I should have been taking these, shouldn't I?
But it's been weeks since I last remembered even touching them.
Stopping was a decision I almost unconsciously made when things with Damien started to fall apart.
Our relationship was so cold and distant that it seemed impossible to think about children at that moment. But now, after everything that happened...
My hands tremble as I touch the pill bottle.
Everything comes back to me: the night at the cabin with Maycon, the heat, and the forbidden desire that consumed us both.
And then came the night with Damien, where we tried to recover what we had lost.
Neither of them used protection.
My heart races, panic rising quickly through my veins.
Am I pregnant?
That question echoes in my mind so loudly that I can barely breathe.
If it's true, if I really am pregnant, whose baby would it be? Damien, my husband? Or Maycon, the beta I should never have crossed that line with?
Terror takes over me, the consequences of this possibility crush any logic I try to hold on to.
I stand up from the bathroom floor, feeling my body tremble.
I need an answer.
Now. I grab my phone and schedule an emergency appointment with the doctor.
I can't continue with this doubt.
The possibility of being pregnant by two men consumes me in a way I never imagined.
The life I knew would end. Everything I built with Damien, our relationship, our pack... Everything would crumble.
I barely finished scheduling the appointment when I received a message from Damien.
He asks why I'm not in the company with him.
My heart tightens. How can I lie to him? With hesitant fingers, I reply that I'm at the doctor for a routine checkup.
He immediately offers to accompany me, but I quickly refuse, claiming everything is fine.
He insists, concerned, but I stand firm. I need to face this alone.
I arrive at the doctor's office, my body a whirlwind of nerves.
In the waiting room, every minute feels like an eternity, and my stomach churns even more. When the nurse calls my name, I feel like I'm walking towards an inevitable fate.
The blood test is quick, but the wait for the result is torturous.
I sit in a chair, the silence swallowing me.
My mind travels through terrible scenarios. If I'm pregnant with Damien's child, he will be happy, finally having an heir for the pack. But if the baby is Maycon's... I can't even imagine what that would mean.
Damien would reject me, and Maycon? Would he be banished?
My thoughts are interrupted when the door opens, and the doctor enters with a calm smile on her face, holding the results.
"Stefanny, I have your test results.", she says, and my heart practically stops.
She looks at me gently before confirming what I already knew deep down.
"You're pregnant. A few weeks."
Her words hit me like an avalanche. My body trembles, and tears start streaming down my face before I can stop them.
"I... I...", I try to say something, but the words just don't come out.
The doctor places a comforting hand on my shoulder, giving me a pamphlet about vitamins and the start of prenatal care, but everything seems like a blur. My world is falling apart, and I don't know what to do.
Should I tell Damien? He deserves to know. But how can I? How will I explain that I'm pregnant and that there's a possibility the baby isn't his?
My heart feels like it's going to explode just thinking about it. If I told him, he would hate me and abandon me... I would lose everything. And if I didn't tell him and kept this lie, the guilt would eat me alive.
I leave the doctor's office in shock, my tears not stopping.
I drive back to the mansion without really seeing the road ahead of me.
When I arrive, I go up to the bedroom, my body heavy with the new reality I now have to face.
I stand in front of the mirror, looking at my belly, still without any visible signs of pregnancy.
Everything seems the same, but now I know the truth.
My missed period, which I attributed to stress, was something much bigger.
I am pregnant. By whom? I have no idea.
The hours drag on, and all I can do is wait for Damien to arrive.
When I hear the sound of his car approaching, my heart races again.
I walk down the stairs slowly, feeling the weight of everything I'm hiding beneath my skin.
"Did everything go well at the appointment, love?", Damien asks as he walks towards me, his face lit up by the caring smile that always makes me feel safe.
"Yes...", I respond, my voice sounding weak.
He approaches and gives me a soft kiss on the lips. My heart tightens.
He trusts me so much. How can I keep him in the dark about something so big?
Damien looks at me, his expression sweet and gentle.
"Are you okay? You look a bit pale.", he asks, concern in his eyes.
I smile, even if it's a fake one.
"Just a little tired... Nothing major."
He nods, seeming to accept my answer, and wraps me in a warm hug.
I close my eyes, trying to ground myself in the comfort he offers, but the guilt throbs inside me like an open wound.
As we stand there, in silence, I wonder if I'll ever have the courage to tell the truth.
Because, with each passing minute, it becomes clearer to me that there's no escaping this reality.
I am pregnant. And no matter how much I want, the question that consumes me won't disappear: who is the father?
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