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?"