The Unwanted Luna's Secret

Three years of marriage, and every time we make love, he does it from behind.

“Aidan! Why do you always avoid looking at my face? Is it because you're afraid of seeing the person you're sleeping with is me, not my sister?”

“You want me to look at you while we do it? Then let me give you what you want.Anyways, Zoey is nothing like you. She is pure and innocent.

Maybe Aidan is right. He was originally my sister's mate, 'stolen' from her, and he will never truly belong to me.

But when I decided to break the mate bond with him, I found out I was pregnant.

Freya POV

I was in a deep slumber when I felt a hand sliding under my nightgown and the weight pressing down on me.

Instinctively, I grabbed the hand—it felt hot on my body, and the familiar scent of cedarwood mixed with whiskey made me fully awake.

He is drunk again!

“Aidan,” I shoved him away and sat up, my face red with anger.

Ever since my stepsister Zoey had returned, he came to my room only when drunk.

“What the hell are you doing? And why do you always prefer to fuck me with my face down? Is it because you’re afraid to see that the person you’re sleeping with is me and not my sister?”

I thought of the text Zoey sent me this afternoon:

#Every time Aidan fucks you, he’s thinking about me!#

When I saw that message, I thought It wouldn’t affect me. I had always known that Zoey was his true mate, the one he truly loved.

But on reading her message, the armor I had carefully built around me shattered within a second.

I always loved Aidan. I craved him. I wanted him. But I didn’t need his love out of pity or wish to be Zoey’s replacement.

Aidan climbed off my bed and stared at me, his expression distant. The desire in his eyes had already faded.

And along with it, the light in my eyes also dimmed.

He instantly turned to leave, and a surge of anger and despair overwhelmed me. I got up and wrapped my arms around his waist.

“You’re not allowed to leave. Look at me—I’m your mate now! It’s been three years! Why can’t you accept me?”

Bringing up what happened three years ago, Aidan’s eyes darkened.

He grabbed my chin tightly as if trying to crush my bones.

“Three years ago, if it weren’t for your tricks, I never would’ve marked you! Only Zoey is meant to be my mate!”

“I didn’t use any tricks, Aidan!” I said, my voice laced with hurt. “You believe me or not! That night, I was drunk—I didn’t know anything!”

Aidan looked at me with contempt.

Of course, he had heard this explanation countless times before. He would never believe it.

I can’t help but chuckle bitterly. “You know what Aidan? No matter what you have marked me in the end!” I