The sacred Luna

I touched my abdomen and smiled at myself, giddy with excitement as I sat in the back of the cab taking me home. Finally, after all those years, I had gotten what I had longed for. What my husband Bolton and I had longed for. A child. I didn't know when I grinned and closed my eyes, thanking the skies for my blessing. I had just received the news some hours ago when I went to the pack doctor to get my monthly check-up. A check-up that I faithfully went to since Bolton and I had been trying to conceive. I opened my eyes and looked out the window, glancing at the moving cars and buildings encompassed in the beautiful lights of the night, my heart feeling light.

Soon enough, the cab pulled up at my home. I paid the driver immediately and got out of the vehicle eager to surprise my husband with the good news. I wasted no time in getting from my gate to the house before I opened the door and walked into my home, readily heading for my bedroom since I could smell Bolton in there. His scent intoxicated me. I dropped my purse on the couch in our living room and went into the bedroom with a gleam in my eye and a smile on my face, but all that changed when I saw what was going on beneath my sheets.

Bodies melded together and the sounds of moans reached my ears. The sheets moved fervently as my eyes widened with each blink.

"Yes, Alpha Bolton. Screw me more." A female voice echoed in the room as her hands gripped Bolton's clawed out back, pulling him closer to her, like her life depended on it.

I saw Bolton move up and down thrusting into whoever was in my bed, his own moans echoing in my head. My throat closed and my body froze. What was this? What was I seeing? I asked myself as I shut my eyes, willing the scene to be a figment of my imagination, but when the sounds didn't go away I knew that it was real. My husband was cheating on me. He was bonding with someone else. In our matrimonial bed. The same bed that he had proclaimed his love for me as he took my virginity.

I meant to shout out and get their attention, but my voice seized up and all that came out were two measly words.

"Why Bolton?" I voiced, my hands trembling as my vision blurred with tears.

Bolton shot up from the bed once he heard my voice and turned around to see me standing by the door with a detached and disappointed look on my face. He grabbed the satin sheets off the bed and covered himself.

"Scarlett, this isn't what you think." He tried to convince me, but his words didn't help, especially when my eyes landed on the woman he was having an affair with. Layla Creed, one of