Leah felt she was rising up and down on violent waves.
Her body felt incredibly hot.
However, as hot as it was, she couldn't help but feel like she was drowning. She felt airborne, then a tingling sensation warmed her body, shooting up from her lower half.
She whimpered, "Argh…"
Wave after wave, she felt her breath stolen.
She felt like her body was splitting in half, but the sweat-soaked tingling warmth was stronger. Leah sobbed under the erupting pressure. "It feels strange…"
With a hard thrust, Leah felt a kiss fall on her lips. With a steady rhythm, she soon felt the pleasurable sensation envelop her, and she started to moan.
She moaned when the warmth disappeared, her consciousness slipping. She tossed and turned from the discomfort in her body. Her body was sore and aching.
Her eyelashes fluttered open, and she saw the familiar ancient wood carvings she hadn't seen in a while.
This was… Damon's room in the palace.
Leah sat up in astonishment but yelped in pain as her body ached in unfamiliar places.
Her eyes bulged when the blanket slipped off her — she was naked, with hickeys covering her whole body.
She turned her head in horror to find the broad back of a man.
Crying out, she tried to hide herself under the blanket.
The blonde man turned around, frowning at the rustling. The handsome man with thick eyebrows scrunched his eyes open. Leah felt her breath hitch at the familiar blue eyes.
His eyes were deep and dark like the abyss she had sunk into, brimming with innate arrogance and elegance.
Leah felt a sense of crisis the moment they turned sharp. She grabbed the blanket, ready to sprint off, when he suddenly grabbed her arm and climbed over her.
The familiar tingling clouded her body — the same sensation that had made her foolishly claim he was her mate, only to be ridiculed when she was divorced.
He growled, "You spiked my drink with wolfsbane!"
"Let go!" She desperately clung to the thin blanket between them and pounded his chest. "Let me go! How could you do this to me?"
Her muddled mind could only register that Clara had spiked his drink with wolfsbane again and set her up like in the past.
Though lethal to werewolves, wolfsbane couldn't kill lycans. Instead, it was used as an aphrodisiac because it lowered their inhibitions.
Grabbing her hands, he pushed them above her head as his eyes blazed at the incredulous scene. "What are you trying to do here?"
She glared at him resentfully, as if he had wronged her.
Even on her wedding night, Clara had spiked his drink with wolfsbane. No matter how desperately she told him she didn't do it, he wouldn't believe her, so she had no hope he would believe her now.
"Let me go! I didn't do anything, but everyone always makes me the criminal!" Her tears clouded her eyes.
He had been generous with his alimony when he had kicked her to the curb — so generous that it made her one of the wealthiest women in the kingdom.
Her life had changed after that, and if it weren't for the murder, she would never have sought out her ex-husband.
Although she was alive, she now knew this was another trick by Clara!
Damon, on the other hand, was losing his temper.
Let go…?
This woman, who had tried everything to sleep with him even before their marriage, was acting like he had taken advantage of her — after she had gone as far as spiking his drink so he would mark her?
Staring at her, Damon could see she was glaring at him resentfully, despite the tears disappearing into her hair.
Damon scoffed, pulling her up by her hand. Her other hand quickly grabbed the blanket.
"Is this another one of your tricks?" His low voice was tinted with danger as he took her in.
His body was reacting to her wiles again, and by the way she was avoiding even looking at his bare chest, she wasn't immune to the mood either.
The glaring woman was so pale that his marks bloomed like roses on her skin. Her angry, wide eyes were the cruelest shade of blue, making his throat dry. Her disheveled long black hair, which he had only ever seen strictly combed, was driving his other brain crazy.
"I have never spiked your drink. Let go of me!" Leah tried to pull her hand away, only to find he was too strong.
Even as she stared at him like a lioness, her trembling hand clutching the blanket gave her away. He couldn't help smirking.
As she struggled, the blanket slid off her body. Damon's eyes traced down her figure. All of a sudden, he couldn't control himself.
Damn it — they were talking!
He tried to move his eyes away, but then Leah's eyes fell on the bulge under the blanket. She gasped, quickly trying to grab the blanket and distance herself.
After he thought she had spiked his drink to get him to mark her, he had avoided her like the plague. Throughout their marriage, he would not sleep in the same room, let alone touch her.
Facing him naked, Leah blushed so hard her face burned as she tried to wrench her wrist free.
"Let me go! Isn't Clara enough for you that you would fall so low as to sleep with a ruined woman like me?" Leah snapped angrily.
He frowned at the nonsense she was spouting with her trembling lips. The urge to kiss her was strong when flashes of the moans that had slipped past those lips last night assaulted his mind.
Feeling his throat tighten, Damon's eyes darkened.
Leah felt humiliated as he stared at her ruined face. If it were not for his mistress's jealousy, would she be this ugly?
"Let go!" Leah wiggled, trying to untangle herself from him, and Damon couldn't help drawing in a sharp breath.
"Leah!" he growled.
Leah scoffed. "Why? Wasn't I too disgusting for you to share your bed? Isn't sleeping with Clara enough for you anymore?"
Saying what she had been holding back for years, Leah suddenly burst into tears.
Since the Wolfborn Pack had brought her in, she had been compared to Clara — and she could never win.
Clara was already everyone's princess.
Damon's eyes darkened as he leaned down, grabbing her waist to keep her still. "If I were fucking Clara, what would I need a wife for?"
"Wife?" Leah's eyes widened.
Damon looked at her expression and narrowed his eyes. "Didn't you go through all this to sleep with me?"
"I didn't do anything! I just passed out and woke up here!" Leah shouted.
Damon grabbed her neck where his marks were. "Why do you think lycans marry without marks?"