I Am The Sugarbaby Of The Male Leads Uncle

The erratic breathing and pleasure-filled moans that echoed from inside pierced my ears. What? No! Can it be right? My eyes widened when I realized who the Moon Goddess had chosen for me to be with.

Scott Lucas!

With a heavy heart and stumbling steps, I should've walked away from this mess, but damn, curiosity got the better of me. No way... No freaking way! This has gotta be some sick joke.

As I peeked into the tent, trying to convince myself it was all a prank, my breath hitched. Time froze, and my whole world came crashing down.

There was Scott, butt-naked, lying on a damn big blanket on the floor, getting cozy with another woman. I was freaking shocked.

He had her neck gripped tightly in his hands as he pounded away, making some weird-ass muttering sound.

But the woman, whoever she was, had him wrapped around her damn finger. She had her nails digging into his broad back and was moaning and worshiping him like crazy.

Oh, hell! The tears I'd been holding back couldn't be contained anymore. It felt like my heart was shattering into a million pieces as I realized my mate was getting it on with someone else.

I was already beginning to feel a little protective of him before we had even marked or acknowledged one another, and now I had to endure this. Gosh! I was heartbroken.

"Mate!" I startled myself by speaking in a gentle whisper so that they could both hear me.

Scott abruptly stopped and turned to face me with a clouded expression, pinning me in the interior of the tent's faint light with his gaze.

A displeased look gradually appeared on his face, and his nostrils started to slightly flare.

My gut tightened at his obnoxious, stern countenance, but it immediately relaxed into annoyance without a hint of regret or guilt.

"Oh, do you possess that fragrance? In between saying and inquiring with a sniff, his forehead furrowed. I'm not your mate, young wolf. No way!" He mutters.

"You will not be permitted to replace me as this pack's Luna or as my mate. I guess the Moon Goddess was just teasing me." He said.

As he finished, he grinned mockingly before easing his manhood from the woman and grunting once more.

He came up to me, naked and egotistical, and I faltered, letting go of the tent flap I had been holding.

"I... We..." I stopped dead in his tracks at the entrance to the tent, and I stared at him, speechless.

"We?" My throat parched at Scott's leer at me.

"Little wolf, what in the world were you thinking? That just because the Moon Goddess matched us, I, Scott Lucas, the Alpha's son and future ruler of this pack, will accept you as my mate? What do you think the other pack members will say?" He laughed mockingly at me.

After some time, he stated, "This is so embarrassing, and I can't even believe I got stuck with someone like you."

"What a stupid joke." The woman he had been with murmured, making a sarcastic remark about me, then laughing. I turned my head to look at her again, this time paying close attention.

I recognized her.

Rosa Qasa was there. Known as Scott's lover and the group's legendary matchmaker.

I didn't want to accept it, even though she had relationships with many notable members of the wolf community and there were reports that she had even had sex with the Alpha.

Damn, she's messing with both the son's and his pops? She's hot, but crap...

Rosa was lying like a queen on the blanket, the blue comforter just covering her waist but exposing her sagging breasts. And she dared to stare at me without even blinking.

"Let's get this nonsense over with, you little pest. " Scott hissed and charged forward, all intent, and it hit me hard.

He'd turn me down without hesitation. He couldn't care less about what the pack thought or how much embarrassment it would cause him. He doesn't give a fuck about me.

That was his ruthlessness.

I fought back the tears as I awaited his ultimate decision and the resulting broken link of sorrow and torture that would soon sweep through me. My hands were tightly fisted at my sides.

"I, Scott Lucas, the Alpha's fricking son and the future leader of this pack, am rejecting you, Milan Megan, as my future Luna and mate."

"You better get lost, you hear me? Don't you dare bring shame to our people?"

"Look at yourself, you're just an ugly cow. You are never gonna find a mate like me. Now get the hell out here and stop burdening our pack."

He delivered his final blow with a tone of pure rage.

I was devastated, more than crushed. The pain just shot through me like a damn lightning bolt.

And then here comes Rosa, being all sarcastic and cruel.

"Milan, you're such a miserable piece of shit. You're nothing like a Luna, and your wolf is a pathetic excuse."