Claimed By My Ex-Husband's Enemies

CAMILE

Zane was supposed to be the light at the end of my tunnel. He was the perfect man. He was an alpha who fell in love with an orphan, got her pregnant, married her, and elevated her to the position of a Luna of his pack.

His mother never fully accepted me. She made it clear that she allowed the marriage because I was carrying the next alpha. His people also whispered and wondered why an alpha would marry a nobody like me, but Zane never let any of it get to me. To him, I was his priority, and he made sure to treat me like a Queen.

Then I lost my pregnancy at four months. It was unheard of for a Luna to lose her pregnancy. My mother-in-law blamed my inferior genes. According to her, even if I ended up getting pregnant again, my inferior genes would mess up her grandchildren's genetics and ruin the alpha line, so she urged her son to use that opportunity to divorce me.

But Zane paid no heed to her. Instead, he supported me through the mental toil of my miscarriage. He always made and brought me the special Lunar Mint Tea every morning and evening. It was a tea he brewed specially for me, and I took a liking to it. He made me go on morning and evening walks. He held my hands all through it and promised I'd get pregnant again very soon.

It didn't happen. My heartbeat remained one, and my stomach remained flat.

The murmurs and snickers started. The venom from my mother-in-law deepened. It was unheard of for a Luna to be childless a year after marriage. If my miscarriage slowed me down, then I should have another baby suckling at my chest in 15 months, but I had nothing to show. She insisted that I wasn't fit to be a Luna and that her son should discard me. She made healers and sorcerers probe at my stomach and mouth. They couldn't tell what was wrong, other than the fact that I might be too weak to carry an alpha's child.

Her bullying became worse. It was obvious that she had no respect for me, and this extended to how the maids and servants treated me as well. It was hell, but Zane never stopped supporting me.

He'd promised me he'd never let me feel alone, and two years into our marriage, Zane returned from war with a baby pup who was barely a month old. He was an abandoned pup who had lost his parents during the war, and he gifted him to me.

"I found an abandoned wolf pup in the last battle we had with the eclipse pack. I adopted him, and he will call my wife 'mother'. Stop saying that she's barren."

He announced it to the whole pack, in the presence of his mother. I knew that was to shut her up and to show the pack that he doesn't care about my supposed barrenness. His devotion silently made me feel terrible because I knew he deserved to have his own son, an alpha heir.

He was an alpha. And no matter how small our pack was, he needed an heir for the other alphas to respect him.

So I did everything I could. I ate all the herbs I could find, did all the rituals the healers recommended, and maintained a single position during sex to allow his cum to settle fully into me.

Nothing worked, and finally, the good man snapped.

It started slowly. It began with him missing dinner, even though we always ate together. Then he suggested I move to a separate room, and sex between us slowed down till it became nonexistent. He'd wave it off whenever I tried to initiate sex, with the excuse that there was no need for sex because I wasn't getting pregnant.

I confirmed that my husband no longer loved me when he stopped bringing me my morning and evening tea. That was a routine he has never missed in almost four years of our marriage.

I tried to hold on to him. I tried to do everything to make him happy, but he no longer looked at me with eyes full of love. He no longer looked at me at all.

Sam, who was now 2 years old, was the only thing that made me happy. He was my son, the one who loved me, and always ran towards me whenever I walked into the room. He was the only source of joy in my life.

I feared that Zane would soon divorce me, and I'd be back to being a nobody and a no one. It scared me, but what scared me more was the fact that I had lost his love. I hated myself for being a failed woman. I hated myself for my barrenness. And no matter how much I tried to make things work between us, it simply didn't help or change anything.

Until three weeks before the annual pack gala, when my maid announced the presence of the royal tailors. They wanted to take my measurements for my gala gowns because Zane had sent them. It made me happy. Maybe there was hope afterall. Maybe Zane was still in love with me, and he only needed time and space.

The gala day arrived with the full moon, the howls of wolves, and the sounds of their paws tearing through the forest. I sat stiffly beside my husband under the brightly lit canopy. He hasn't said a word to me... He hardly even looked at me all night, and I couldn't shake off the sense of foreboding.

It was a beautiful night, but it felt like everything was adding up to make it the worst night of my life.

Even my wolf, who was always dormant, was rearing her head today. I initially thought it was because it was a full moon, but it doesn't feel like that. It felt like she was agitated.

The festivities continued late into the night, and at one point, I had to signal to Emma, my baby's wet nurse, to bring her to me so I could hold him.

She was standing with the rest of the maids when I mouthed the words to her, and for a brief second, she looked at me with a malicious glint in her eyes. My brows rose in confusion, but the look in her eyes disappeared before I could even start to decipher it. She smiled in her typical Emma manner before she walked out of the canopy.

I couldn't get that little reaction out of my mind. She has always been meek and respectful, but that gesture felt like a mockery.

It felt like...

A loud howl came suddenly from beside me and distracted me from my thoughts. It was my husband. He rose to his feet as the gathering in front of us quietened down. The other wolves that were still running in the forest came back to the gathering, all naked and sweaty.

Zane was about to make a toast. That was how the gala always ended, with a toast from him.

"This is not a toast," he started, "it's rather an announcement."

Announcement? What could he possibly have to announce?

"Four years ago, I met a woman who became pregnant with my child and whom I married..."

It was about me, I realized. He was going to talk about me. He was going to praise me in front of all these people. I had been worried for nothing. He still loves me. A feeling of intense exhilaration coursed through my veins, and I had to blink back tears.

"Even though she was an omega, even though she wasn't worthy of being a Luna, I married her."

What?

"Even after she lost my baby because she was an omega that couldn't carry the line of an alpha, I remained loyal to her. I treated her with reverence and love because that's how a lady should be treated, but years later, I've come to realise what a stain she is and how unfit she is to be a Luna. It'd be a great disservice to my pack, and I'm not one to treat the pack my fathers spent decades building like that."

The crowd cheered. My heart dropped. I sat stiffly, unable to believe what I was hearing. This couldn't be possible. This was a prank. There was no way Zane would treat me like this. He wouldn't throw me away like this. He wouldn't ridicule me like this. On the other table, his mother sat tall and proud, eyes brimming with triumph.

"Zane," I tried to call out, but the words remained stuck in my throat.

"So I've decided to end this sham of a marriage," he went on without paying any mind to me, "We're getting divorced, and tonight, I'm going to present my new wife to the whole. A strong shewolf from the White Wolves Pack, a reputable lady who'd lead the pack to greatness, and also the mother of my first child and the alpha heir."

That was when I knew this was all a lie-an elaborate prank-because he doesn't have a wife, and he most definitely doesn't have a son.

I started laughing. It started with a small one-a chuckle-then it grew into a hysterical one. It grew even more when a lady, dressed to the nines in a red ball gown, stepped onto the platform while the crowd held their breath to stare at her.

Zane pushed away and walked towards her to pull her to the middle of the canopy.

"Wolves and Shewolves, this is Emma from the White Wolves Pack. She's my new wife and the mother of my child."

She was Emma, the wet nurse he brought in for the pup he gifted me.

TWO

CAMILE

Everything unfolded like scenes from a nightmare.

They stood at the center of the podium, dressed in royal attire, while the pack members gazed at them as if they were divine beings. The claps echoed throughout the open field and dulled the pounding of my heart. I felt like I was having an out-of-the-body experience, like I was somewhere else and just watching all of this happen to someone that wasn't me.

My mind convinced me that this was a prank. It was definitely a prank, and Zane was soon going to laugh at my expression and shout, "Gotcha!"

None of that happened.

I stood up on shaky feet and slowly moved towards him.

"Zane..." I whispered with a lump lodging in my throat. Zane's head snapped towards me, eyes bitter and angry, and when he opened his mouth, it was to give a command:

"Drag her out."

That didn't deter me. I pulled myself towards Zane, the man who loved me, the man who treated me like I was all of his dreams come true. But this man didn't look like the man I've loved for the past 4 years.

He wasn't looking at me with love. Instead, he was looking at me like I was filthy, dirty, and not worthy of being in his presence.

It troubled me, but I pushed on. There must be something wrong. Emma must have performed some sorcery on him. This wasn't my Zane. Zane wouldn't publicly embarrass me like this.

Maybe I needed to touch him or something... Maybe a physical contact would jolt him back into reality and end this nightmare that he was spewing.

I moved closer, and my eyes flickered briefly to Emma, standing beside him, tall and poignant, a malicious, triumphant glint in her eyes. This was the same Emma who used to cower before me and follow my commands like the perfect maid.

But all along, she was Zane's mistress? And the mother of the child I raised? I could feel the earth rising beneath me, but I pressed on. I had to.

"Zane," I started shakily, "what do you mean... What's going on? How's Emma the... You have a child together? Is this a joke? What..."

I could hardly get any coherent statement out. My heart was pounding so much, and my whole body was shaking. My hand was shaking too much, so I had to press it over my mouth.

Zane didn't dignify me with a reply. He only turned back to the pack.

"I had a child with Emma two years ago," He told them, and my whole world collapsed in front of me, "and of course, it couldn't be announced because of the laws that state that I must be married to my wife for 3 years before getting a divorce. But I made sure my son and the future Alpha of the pack were raised in my home, with his mother as his wet nurse."

This was it. The final break. This confirmed everything. Sam wasn't an abandoned pup. He was the bastard he had with his mistress, the same mistress he brought in as his wet nurse, the same mistress he was now getting married to.

The agony was too much. It was unbearable, and I couldn't stop the blood-curdling scream that came out from deep within me. It was so loud that I dropped to the floor. It was so loud it quietened everything. And the pain... it reached every single part of my body, of my soul. It wrenched my body apart till all I knew was an unending agonizing pain.

I've never felt anything like that in my life. It was like the pain of shifting but not fully shifting, combined with the pain of a rejected mate bond. No, it was worse than those two combined. This pain was indescribable; it was killing me. My whole body was on fire and on pins. My wolf mirrored my pain, so there was no solace, nothing at all to alleviate my pain.

Then the whispers started:

"Is she running mad?"

"The pain of the divorce must be turning her rogue."

"What was she expecting? A barren omega to remain married to an alpha? Such a clown."

Their words were filled with so much disgust and scorn. No one cared for me. I had just been treated in one of the most horrible ways possible, and not a single one of these people, whom I had played a dutiful Luna for over the past four years, pitied me.

"You should walk away now, Camile," Emma's voice came to me where I lay crumpled on the floor. She had never called me by my name before. It was always my Luna, but now she was standing in my place.

"You shouldn't embarrass yourself any further. Just walk out and go to the Chambers for the demoted Lunas. Your miserable belongings are already there."

I wanted to slap her. I tried to scream again, but I was suddenly too spent to do anything. Zane wasn't even looking at me. It felt like I wasn't worth his reaction or reply. This was the same man whom I thought loved me for four years.

He signaled to two guards, and in less than a second, they were beside us.

"Drag her out," he told them, tone set and final.

And I was dragged out, like filth, while my husband and his mistress stood side by side and hand in hand with the crowd cheering them

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?"