Liora's POV:
I reached for the heat suppressant, gulping down the remaining liquid, which was a little more than the normal amount I have been taking.
I am able to endure the series of heat waves that struck me, all thanks to the heat suppressant, but it doesn't seem to be as effective as it used to be.
The urge to be touched, to be held down and fucked, wasn't leaving me.
I had been doing well for three years until a few days ago when I tried touching myself.
"Luna Liora, the Alpha seeks your presence in his study room," one of the maids' voices snapped me out of my thoughts.
I quickly hid the container of the suppressant before raising my gaze to look at her. "I will be there in a moment."
She bowed before walking out, leaving me alone with my problem. The heat wave was spreading across my body, burning through me and making me feel like I was slowly dying.
Dying to have my desire fulfilled.
But that is the last thing I could ever get. My husband, Alpha Zand, would never touch me. Every time I dare to request that he touch me and fulfill his duty to me as my husband, he reminds me of my place.
I am nothing but an Omega exchanged for a debt!
Knowing fully well that he hates seeing me in this state and also me disobeying his orders, I changed into my bathrobe before leaving for the bathroom.
I turned on the shower, letting the water splash over my body, intensifying the burn I felt inside.
I tried to resist the urge to touch myself, but my hand slowly found its way to my stomach, then lower to the middle of my legs against my will.
This shouldn't be happening. I promised myself the last time I did this that it would be the final time I ever touched myself!
The last time I ever touched myself with Caelum's image in my head.
But my hand failed me.
My fingers already found their way to my pus*y, the slow tease blurring the thoughts of what was 'right' out of my mind.
Two of my fingers found their way inside me, slowly thrusting, imagining Caelum slowly pushing his way inside me like he used to do before my life took a funny turn into this mess.
"Argh… Caelum…"
I moaned as I increased the pace of the thrusting, my other hand placed firmly on the wall for support.
This isn't right.
Moaning with my ex being the figure in my head is like cheating. Breaking the sacred rule of the pack.
But is my body listening to my head?
I added one more finger, making it three, this time thrusting deeper and faster.
Thrusting into my wet pus*y, all I could imagine was Caelum. Fucking me. Trying to punish me for what I did to him three years ago.
Groaning the words 'my moonshine' into my ears while I moan his name.
Each play out of Caelum in my head fueled my thrusting fingers, my body trembling, feeling the orgasm gathering in my stomach.
With one more thrust, I felt my juices dripping down my thighs.
Even though I wanted to continue until I lost the strength to walk, I had to rush my bath.
I can't provoke Alpha Zand!
I snapped out of my thoughts before leaving for my room.
I cleaned up, applied my lotion, and changed into the kind of dress Alpha Zand wanted me to wear; long, loose, and big gowns that would hide my curves.
After dressing up, I left for Alpha Zand's study room.
I knocked twice, and with permission to enter, I walked in.
"Why are you here now? Didn't you get the maid's message?" His question sent chills down my spine.
I lowered my head, hoping he'd be done with whatever he called me here for.
"Can't you speak?"
"I was trying to look presentable," his loud and hoarse voice made the words roll out of my lips, hoping he wouldn't find out I touched myself.
"I called you here to inform you that I will be leaving for a trip tomorrow," his words gave me hope.
At least I would have a breathing space in this prison of a home.
"Alpha—"
"What is it, Liora?" Alpha Zand's cold voice silenced me, staring at me with irritation in his eyes.
"I know I am nothing but an exchange for my father's debt, but it's been three years, Alpha Zand. I have paid my dues, and I think it is time for me to leave," I summoned the courage to speak, hoping this wouldn't provoke him. "Please let me go, Alpha Zand."
"Did you just say I should let you go?" Alpha Zand asked unbelievably, a frown on his face. "You want to just walk out of here when you have not yet paid me even a tenth of the debt your father owes me and even the money I always give that failed father of yours?"
The weight of his words settled on me, making me flashback to the life I had lived before this bondage of a marriage.
In here, I might have nothing to worry about; a gambling father who would stop at nothing but take every dime I have and my responsibility as the eldest daughter, but I am tired.
I am tired of being shunned by my husband. Not once has he made an attempt to touch me.
In his eyes, I would only be an exchange for my father's debt.
"If the dues are paid, I will let you go, but for now, you are my wife and must uphold your position as my Luna. The Luna of this pack," he reminded me. "I am done talking."
His words made me bite my lip.
I am so tired of standing here to hear the same words about what my duty is.
It is either being his wife or the Luna of the Mooncircle pack!
"My son is coming back home for the Moonfest festival," Alpha Zand's voice echoed before I could leave the room.
As much as I had no idea about this son of his, I don't care.