CAMILE

For the next three days, I did nothing, ate nothing, and only survived on gulps of water that was now making my stomach hurt. I remained on the floor of the dark room in the old Luna's corners that I was dragged to with my life falling apart all around me.

I hoped and prayed that it was a nightmare. But I couldn't wake up from it. I couldn't get out of it. The whispers that drifted into my ears from outside the windows confirmed it. Zane had discarded me like I was a worthless piece of nothing.

I saw it coming.

I mean, he should never have married her but then, he did and she couldn't even conceive for him.

I only feel bad that he has to waste that many years keeping her around because of the silly pack rules.

Serves her right. How dare a nobody like her even aspire to be the Luna?

Those were the snickers from the maids and attendants that once admired me but now delighted in my scorn. It was too much to bear. I had nothing to hold on to and I thought of ending it all until the sound of their laughter, Zane's throaty one and Emma's boisterous one drifted to my ears the evening I held a blade to my wrist.

I followed the sounds to where they were in the garden, loving up as if they didn't just destroy my life completely.

"How could you, Zane?" I accused the second I got to them, "How could you do this to me?"

"For moon's sake, Camile," he growled, "haven't you heard enough? Why do you keep doing this? Why? What do you want me to say?"

I couldn't believe this was Zane. Something must have gone wrong somewhere.

"I want you to tell me that you've never loved me. That everything was a lie."

"Loved you?" he scoffed and rose to his feet and looked me straight in the eyes, "don't be delusional, Camile. No man will ever want you. Don't you look in the mirror? You're so shapeless that the moon goddess must have assigned one of her scorned maids the job of molding you."

My heart stopped existing. My eyes swam with tears.

"You were twenty when we met and yet no man has ever loved you, touched you... not even as a prank. Shouldn't that tell you just how ridiculous you look?"

Emma snickered while I died over and over again. I shouldn't have come here. I shouldn't be listening to this. I didn't want to listen further.

"Stop," I told him weakly, but he pressed on, desperate to break me even further.

"I took you in because I thought you were something special, but it turned out that you were nothing but an empty vessel. Of course, I should have turned against you when I found out that you were nothing, but then Emma got pregnant, and we found out that our baby might have a weak heart. It clicked then that I should keep you around and make you raise him so you could donate a part of your heart to him, because I didn't want Emma to do something that dangerous. It worked. You gave a part of your soul to our son, and my only regret was that you didn't die during the operation. It'd have saved everyone all this trouble."

He finished with a spat. There was nothing in his voice but coldness and detachment, and he sounded like I wasn't worth more than an object to be used and discarded.

I was that worthless.

The world was spinning. My legs were shaking. They walked away, but not before I heard Emma whisper, "Are you happy now that you've heard what you wanted to hear?"

I didn't know how I got back to my quarters. I was ready to end it all. I couldn't deal with this anymore. I didn't want to deal with this anymore.

Stop, Camile. We have to fight back. We have to get our revenge on him. We have to make him regret ever treating us like this.

How? I was a nameless omega. I had nothing. How could I make an alpha, no matter how small his pack was, regret divorcing me?

Still, my wolf persisted. She persisted till I gave up on giving up. I wasn't keen on getting revenge on Zane; I was keen on building myself. I wanted to rediscover myself. I wanted to love myself. I wanted to feel loved, too. I didn't want to be remembered as just the disgraced former Luna of the Whitebrock pack.

I started small. I started with going to the library, to museums, to other places in Moonfall that made Whitebrock look inconsequential. I was discovering the magic that was Moonfall when I made Whitebrock the center of my life for the past four years.

I got my peace back, bit by bit. It wasn't evident at first, but then my heart no longer broke whenever I saw them together. I no longer wake up with caked tears on my face. I cleared out my quarter to make it more habitable, and I never thought I'd be the one to do this, but I bought a sex toy kit to take care of my own pleasure.

And the girls on social media were right: nothing beats understanding your own body. I've always taken whatever Zane had to give, and now I was coming to realize that he had nothing to give.

It was Friday evening, and I decided to go to a club. Clubs weren't my thing, and it was just a spur-of-the-moment decision. I dressed up in a short blue gown, did a little makeup, and ordered Uber to the club. I instantly regretted my decision the second I got in. The girls here were sizes 6 and 8. Nobody looked like me here. I felt like the odd one out, sitting alone. It was bringing back all my self-doubt and feelings of inadequacy. I wanted to leave.

I stood up to leave, but my wolf suddenly reared up and commanded me to look in a specific direction. I followed her command and standing at the other side of the bar and watching me were two people I didn't recognize at first. It seemed like they've been watching me for a while, and even when I caught them, they didn't look away.

Instead, they smirked, almost simultaneously, and started walking towards me.

It was only after the distance between us thinned that I recognized them. They were Kael and Arlo, infamous best friends from the once-enemy packs of Nightshade and Midnight Pack.

I didn't know them from how wealthy, popular, influential, or renowned they were. I knew them because Zane always talked about them. He hated them. Hated everything they represent. Hated how he couldn't measure up to them. He spoke of them each time they conquered new territories and expanded their businesses.

He talked about them with that bitter, ugly undertone of someone who coveted what they had and knew he'd never have it.

I knew them because they were my ex-husband's enemies

They were now right in front of me, oozing Alpha aura and authority. I've only seen them once, not this close. It was during Moonfall's Alpha's gala, and I had accompanied Zane as his Luna. All the attention in the hall had then been on them; they had stood out due to the royal aura and power. You didn't even need to know they were princes before feeling their power.

My breath held by itself. I could tell them apart by their dress, which was really popular in Moonfall. Kael was dressed in a black suit, while Arlo was casually dressed; you'd think he was the leader of some motorbike gang, not an alpha prince. Only the high bar stool separated us, and I felt incredibly self-conscious. I wondered why they were here.

Do they know me? That was highly impossible. Zane was one of the weakest alphas in Moonfall, and even if they knew him, they wouldn't know his wife.

Did they approach me, singled me out, out of the hundreds of girls here, because they wanted me? That was highly unlikely, too, but the mere thought of it was still enough to send an erotic thrill through me.

"If this isn't the Luna of Whitebrock pack," Arlo pointed out.

"Former Luna," I instinctively corrected before it dawned on me that they knew me. People like them -powerful and influential beyond my feeble mind's comprehension - knew someone like me.

"We're divorced." I completed, and Arlo chuckled, a dark, amused sound that went to the wrong part of my body. He was looking at me, like really looking at me, like he wanted to gobble me up.

"Is that why you're here and dressed like that?" Kael asked, "Dressed like you want someone to press you against the nearest wall and fuck your brains out?"

My brain short-circuited for two reasons. One, because I couldn't believe he just said that, in the same casual tone someone would use to describe the weather. He doesn't look like someone who'd talk dirty, and two, because of the mental images that formed in my mind from his words.

In the images, I was pressed against the wall, but not by just one person. It was by the two of them. I sat up straighter, my core suddenly aching, and I had to press my thighs together.

Arlo chuckled again, and he exchanged a brief look with his friend before he fished out a cigarette stick and lit it.

"I believe Kael just asked you a question, love."

I swallowed again, my heart thumping so loudly that I could hear it. My answer was at the tip of my tongue, but what would they think of me if I gave that answer?

"Yes," I replied, my voice so low that I could barely hear it myself.

"Good!" Kael replied, and his eyes left my face to roam over my cleavage and my curves. It made me more self-conscious. Zane said I was undesirable, and they were people who had the most beautiful and sexist shewolves at their disposal. Of course, I wouldn't measure up.

"We've always wanted to fuck you," Arlo said after blowing a ring of smoke towards my ear, and suddenly, we were all alone. The rest of the club faded away. The music faded away. They've always wanted to fuck me?

"From the minute you entered that ballroom three years ago with your ex-husband, dressed in that long pink gown, we've wanted nothing more than to tear it off you and ruin you for other men."

My throat dried up at the impossibility of his words. There were a lot of Lunas that night. A lot of dashing shewolves. They wouldn't have noticed someone like me. But they did. They even remember the color of the gown I wore. My hand shook as I sipped from my glass of wine while Arlo watched with utter fascination.

"You deserve a congratulatory gift for your divorce, Camile," Kael added, an almost impatient edge to his voice. He was looking at me... more like he was undressing me with his eyes, "so what do you say to getting fucked by both of us?"

"Both of you?" I exclaimed before I could help myself, and Arlo just chuckled in reply.

"Why? Is the thought of getting fucked simultaneously in your mouth and pussy that inconceivable?"

He asked with a straight face while my pussy gushed in response, and my whole body heated up. They exchanged another look, a bemused one, and I knew they could tell what was wrong with me. Of course, they could tell. I wasn't a quarter as strong as they were, and I could already smell my arousal.

"The smell of your arousal is unmissable, Camile," Kael leaned over the barstool, "so tell us, do you want to get fucked by both of us?"

CAMILE

"Yes"

The words had barely left my mouth when my hand was grabbed, and I was led away from the club. I didn't know where we were going until the hallway swallowed us, and Arlo pushed open a door to a room, Kael right behind us.

The moment the door clicked shut, he was steering me back until the backs of my knees touched the bed, and I sat.

And just like that, Arlo dropped to his knees, eyes dark, hungry, and fixed on me as he hooked two fingers under my panties and dragged them down so quickly, I gasped.

"Already making those little noises for me," he said, voice rough enough to scrape down my spine. "I haven't even touched you yet."

My breath stuttered, and I lifted my gaze to Kael.

He was standing there like sin with a pulse, calm and composed, which was the opposite of Arlo's recklessness and hunger. Then slowly, he removed his glasses... then his wristwatch... then his jacket.

Every movement was deliberate, slow enough to make me feel watched in a way that made heat roll low in my belly.

He was so fucking hot.

"We're going to have so much fun with you, Camile," he murmured, voice smooth as silk and twice as dangerous as anything I've ever heard, his eyes never leaving my body.

Then Arlo's hungry mouth was on me.

A sharp cry tore out of my throat before I could trap it. My head fell back, my hands scrambling for something to hold onto.

"Oh fuck!" I moaned out

My back arched off the bed as he devoured my pussy with reckless abandon like it was his last meal, clearly determined to ruin any memory I had of being touched before.

God. Even Zane wasn't this good at giving me head. Never this good.

The bed dipped behind me, and I opened my eyes to see Kael behind me now, so close that I could feel his breath skim my shoulder.

"You look beautiful like this," he whispered against my skin as his fingers brushed past my face to my collar and then my cleavage, "Wanton. Finally getting what you deserve."

My reply was a string of incoherent moans.

Kael kissed the side of my throat, tender in a way that made the rest of me shake harder.

Then lower.

His fingers brushed the straps of my clothes, easing them off my shoulders like I was something precious and fragile, which only made the heat worse, because Arlo was anything but gentle between my legs.

When Kael's mouth closed around my breast, I lost it.

A slow suck that made my whole body jerk and my thighs try to close around Arlo's head, not that he let me, holding her thigh apart as he dove right in again.

"Kael-" My voice broke into a moan. "God... please"

"Mmm." He flicked his tongue over my nipple, perfectly timed to the pulse Arlo was dragging out of me. "You feel that? That's how you're supposed to be touched."

Arlo's hands gripped my hips bruisingly, pulling me harder into his face, his stubble scraping my inner thighs in a delicious burn.

Kael continued sucking my nipples while his fingers traced lazy circles on my other breast, pinching just enough to make me gasp.

The contrast was maddening, Arlo's roughness and Kael's controlled hunger, pulling me apart from both ends until it felt like my body didn't know who to react to first.

I tangled my fingers in Arlo's hair, urging him on as my hips bucked involuntarily. Kael shifted, his body pressing against my back, his hardness evident through his pants as he nipped at my earlobe.

"Let go for us," he murmured, voice smooth like velvet, before capturing my mouth in a deep, languid kiss that muffled my cries.

Arlo didn't let up, his tongue thrusting roughly, teeth grazing just enough to sting and spark.

My climax hit like a wave in a storm, crashing over me and my moans vibrating into Kael's kiss. Wet heat pulsed from me, my juices coating Arlo's chin, the obscene sounds of my release mixing with his satisfied grunts.

As I came down, panting and trembling from the overstimulation, Kael pulled back from our kiss, his eyes gleaming with that refined hunger.

He helped me lie back on the bed, his touches feather-light, a stark contrast to Arlo's frantic energy that still buzzed in the air.

Arlo rose, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, chest heaving as if he'd just run a marathon.

"Fucking delicious," he growled, stripping off his shirt in one impatient yank, revealing those scarred, taut muscles.

Without waiting, he climbed over me while Kael moved to my side as he unbuttoned his shirt.

"You're exquisite, darling," he breathed, his polished accent wrapping the words like velvet. "Hear those little sounds she's making? Drives a man mad." He said to Arlo with a smirk.

Arlo chuckled darkly, shoving his pants down and freeing his hard length.

"Damn right. Your ex-husband is a fool for letting this go... couldn't handle a woman who sings like that."

And without any warning, he thrust into me in one motion, his hips snapping forward with impatient force, the slap of skin echoing, filling me deep and raw.

I choked out a cry, my pussy clenching around him.

"Easy there, mate," Kael said with a soft laugh, watching us as he shed the rest of his clothes. "Don't break her pussy before I get the chance,"

Arlo grunted in response as he grew rougher, animalistic, each drive pounding jolts of pleasure-pain up my spine.

My walls gripped him slick and tight, the wet sounds of our joining lewd in the room. I moaned high and broken, overstimulation making every thrust feel like fire and bliss, my body quivering uncontrollably.

"Oh... fuck, yes. My god. Please!" I moaned out.

Those sounds spurred him on, his fingers digging into my thighs.

"Shit, keep moaning like that, and I'll lose it," Arlo rasped, pace brutal, shaking the bed and making my breasts bounce with each slam.

Kael positioned himself near my head, his cock hard and ready. He brushed it against my lips gently, waiting for my shaky nod before I parted for him, the clean, musky taste flooding my mouth.

I sucked tentatively at first, matching his controlled rocks, his hand threading through my hair without a tug.

"Look at her, Arlo," Kael murmured, voice husky with passion. "I always knew she could take us both so beautifully."

Heat coiled fast in me again, my cries vibrating around Kael as my pleasure built to a fever pitch, every sound I made drawing groans from them both. The rough drag inside, the smooth slide on my tongue, flesh slapping and wet suction filling the air.

It was too much.

Arlo's pace stuttered, body tensing.

"Coming-fuck!" He roared gutturally, flooding me hot and deep, thrusts erratic as he rode it out.

The rush tipped me over, my second climax ripping through in shuddering waves, screams muffled around Kael, turning him on fiercer.

He followed with a restrained groan, spilling warm pulses into my mouth, his thumb stroking my cheek tenderly.

I swallowed the salty remnants, body trembling and spent from the overload. Arlo lay beside me while Kael drew me into his arms, his touch gentle as he wiped a damp strand from my face.

CAMILE

I woke up, and for a split second, I didn't remember where I was.

The sheets didn't smell like my house. The bed was too big, too soft. My body felt... sore, warm, heavy. My cheeks heated instantly.

Oh gods.

Last night.

I swallowed hard, eyes darting around and landing right on Arlo.

He lay on his stomach, one arm stretched carelessly across the bed, hair messy, lips parted slightly. Completely unbothered. Completely naked.

I jerked my gaze away so fast I almost hurt myself because if I stared any longer, the memories would hit me too hard.

And they were already hitting me hard enough.

Kael wasn't there. Of course, he wasn't. He looked like the type to wake up early, smooth his hair, drink coffee, and read through business emails while completely nude.

"Oh God," I whispered into my palms, mortified.

I need to leave.

I slid slowly off the bed, biting back a little gasp at the soreness in my thighs, and began to wear my clothes, trying not to wake Arlo up.

Within seconds, I was tiptoeing to the door, my fingers curled around the doorknob.

Only to walk straight into a wall of warm, bare skin.

I gasped, stumbling back.

Kael stood there. Stark naked. Completely unapologetic. A mug of coffee in his hand like this was the most normal morning in the universe.

His eyes flashed bright amber, hinting at his wolf.

My eyes traveled across his body before I could stop them, widened when they reached the flaccid monster between his legs, then shot straight to the wall because I did not need that mental image permanently etched into my soul.

Too late.

"Good morning," Kael said mildly, tilting his head. "And where exactly are you trying to sneak off to?"

" I-I'm leaving," I managed, staring very intently at the wall.

"Leaving? Already?" His brows rose in genuine surprise. "Most girls stay for morning rounds."

My jaw dropped.

Okay, rude!

"Well, I'm not like most girls."

"No, you're not," he murmured, amusement softening his tone.

Before I could respond, a voice rumbled from behind me.

"Early morning sex is way fun, Camile," Arlo muttered, "you shouldn't run when we can still make you cum a couple of times."

I jumped, whirling around to find Arlo standing right behind me, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips, bearing his extended canines suggestively.

And also naked

Dear Moon Goddess, why were they both naked? Why was I sandwiched between two giant, naked, very well-endowed alphas at seven in the morning?

"Y-You were asleep just now," I stammered.

Arlo smirked. "You were not exactly as quiet as you thought you were."

"So you're leaving us just like that?" Kael's warm breath brushed my shoulder from behind, and I turned back to face him.

"I'm serious," I blurted. "Last night was a mistake. A one-time thing. We're not-we're never doing that again."

Arlo laughed under his breath, low and rough. "You think we're done with you? We've barely even started with you, Camile."

"We'll see you again, Love," Kael's voice dipped to that dangerous softness. "That's not up for debate."

My heartbeat kicked painfully fast.

"You won't," I insisted. "We probably won't even run into each other again."

Arlo's lips curved. "Sweetheart, we don't 'run into' people. If we want to see you, we'll see you."

My breath caught. I swallowed, gathering whatever dignity I still had.

"I have to go."

"Fine," Kael sighed lightly, then shifted just enough for me to breathe again. "But you're not leaving on your own."

"I can manage."

"No," they both said at the same time, with enough Alpha energy behind their words that left no room for debate.

"We're calling you a ride," Arlo said. "You're not walking out looking like you can barely stand."

Heat flooded my entire body. "I can stand."

Kael's eyes flicked down to my legs, then back up with a slow, knowing smile.

"Barely."

I glared, mortified beyond belief.

"Sit," Kael stepped past me into the room. "We'll order the car."

"I don't need it,"

"Well, you are getting it," Arlo said, already reaching for his phone.

I pressed my hands to my face, groaning quietly.

What the hell have I gotten myself into with these friends?

****

I slipped through the back gates of the Whitebrock estate without anyone stopping me.

My legs still felt like jelly, and every step reminded me of what Arlo and Kael had done to me. The ache between my thighs wasn't subtle. It throbbed with every movement, warm and humiliating and... God, so good.

But the moment I stepped into the hallway leading to my quarters, I heard his voice.

"Where are you coming from dressed like a slut?"

I stopped. My eyes closed for a beat.

Fuck.

Of course. Of course, he'd be right there, leaning against the wall like he owned the entire damn structure.

I turned to him slowly.

"It's none of your business," I said. "We're not married anymore. Whatever I do shouldn't matter to you."

"It does," he snapped. "Because you're still a Whitebrock wolf, even if an insignificant one,"

I flinched, but didn't let him see it.

"And my former wife. Everything you do reflects back on me. Good or bad."

"Well," I said with a shrug, "good thing I don't care."

His jaw clenched. I walked away from him before he could say another word.

The moment my door shut behind me, all the air left my lungs. I leaned against it, sliding down until I sat on the floor.

His words stung more than I let on.

Once upon a time, Zane had held me like I was precious. Once upon a time, he couldn't stand to see me hurt. Once upon a time, he'd looked at me like I hung the moon.

Then he switched. Just flipped into someone cruel and cold.

I closed my eyes and rubbed my face.

No. I wasn't going back there. Not mentally. Not emotionally.

Besides, I had other things to think about. Like Arlo's mouth between my thighs. Kael's dick in my mouth. The way I lost every bit of control I had was the second they touched me.

I have never clubbed before. Never had a one-night stand. Definitely never let two men at the same time.

I groaned softly, covering my face.

It can't happen again.

I told myself that as I headed to the bathroom, trying to walk normally even though there was still a sweet, throbbing ache between my legs.

I cleaned up, washed away their scent, their touch... at least physically.

When I stepped out, wrapped in a towel, toweling my hair, I paused at the sudden tap-tap on the window.

My brows furrowed.

"What-?"

A raven, an actual raven, was perched on the sill, glossy and pitch black. Ravens had been extinct for decades. All except...

No. That was a myth. Stories children whispered.

The immortal in the forest.

The monster who kept a single raven as his eyes.

That man didn't exist.

I shook my head quickly, telling myself I was mixing them up. This bird couldn't be a raven. It should be a random messenger bird.

Then the bird dropped a small box tied with a thin black ribbon on the sill, and I approached slowly and opened the lid.

A diamond chain. Simple. Delicate. Ridiculously expensive.

Arlo and Kael. It had to be them

I sighed, not pleased at all.

The gift felt possessive, like a silent claim on me.

"Great," I muttered. "Just what I need."

I shut the box, tossed it onto my bed, and tightened the towel around my body.

Whatever they thought this was, they were wrong.

It wasn't happening again.

Absolutely not.

Right?