Abused Luna Mature Alpha

Avla's life was an intricate mosaic of shadows and whispers, woven by the thunderous roars of her father, Yorgan. Hidden among tall pine trees, their small, weathered house stood as both a sanctuary and a prison. Inside its cracked and stained walls, memories of happier times whispered their tales through faded photographs and worn furniture, now replaced by tension and despair. Her mother's death in a training accident when Avla was a baby had torn the family apart. Yorgan's soul, once filled with love and joy, had twisted into something bitter and dark. The years saw his sorrow ferment into anger, his voice, once tender, now filled with rage and condemnation. The sweet aroma of family meals had long since been replaced by the stench of alcohol and regret. Avla, now almost eighteen, was a pale shadow of a girl. Her blonde hair, tangled and neglected, framed a face that rarely smiled. She was meek, beaten down, her voice barely more than a whisper. She learned to endure Yorgan's

The heavy thud of Yorgan's fist against the wooden table resonated throughout the room, its echo a haunting reminder of the force behind his anger.Avla's spine tingled with a sensation she had never felt before, even though she had seen her father angry countless times. This was something different, something more primal, more terrifying. His rage had taken on a life of its own, an uncontrollable beast that seemed to possess him. "What were you doing near the Alpha?" Yorgan's voice hissed through clenched teeth, every word dripping with venom. His eyes, once filled with the warmth of a father's love, were now narrowed into hateful slits that bore into Avla's very soul. "I was walking," Avla stammered, her voice trembling, barely above a whisper. Her heart pounded in her chest, and she could feel the fear in her throat, choking her words. "I didn't know he was there. I swear." Yorgan's face twisted into a cruel smile, his lips curling back to reveal teeth that seemed sharper, more

The late afternoon sun streamed through the windows of the pack house as Gideon led Avla down a long hallway filled with portraits of previous Alpha leaders. She couldn't help but feel a pang of curiosity mixed with nervous excitement. "You'll be staying here," Gideon announced, gesturing to a wooden door adorned with intricate carvings. His voice was gentle, but she sensed an underlying tension in his manner. Avla's eyes widened as Gideon opened the door, revealing a spacious room furnished with a large, plush bed, a writing desk, and a cozy seating area. The walls were painted a soothing shade of blue, and a large window looked out over the sprawling grounds of the pack's property. "It's beautiful," she breathed, taking in the warm, inviting space. She moved past him, her body brushing against his as she explored the room. He inhaled sharply, feeling a surge of desire that was almost painful in its intensity. "I hope you'll be comfortable here," Gideon said, his eyes

Avla's hands were shaking, her breath coming in ragged gasps as she paced her room at the pack house. Her mind was reeling, and her heart felt like it was going to burst out of her chest. The words that Gideon had spoken to her during training were echoing in her mind, each one a blow that cut deeper and deeper."Why?" she muttered to herself, tears streaming down her face. "How could he say that to me? How could he?"Her anger was building, a fury that was consuming her, turning her thoughts into a whirlwind of confusion and pain."He doesn't understand me at all!" she shouted, her voice cracking. "He thinks I'm reckless? He thinks I don't care? He doesn't know anything about me!"Her room felt like a prison, the walls closing in on her, suffocating her. She felt trapped, cornered, with nowhere to turn. The emotions were too much, too overwhelming, and she didn't know how to handle them."I trusted him," she sobbed, collapsing onto her bed. "I thought he believed in me. I thought he

The afternoon found a trio - Avla, Gideon, and Ethan - at the bustling mall. The air was filled with the distant melody of laughter and chatter as they walked through the glitzy stores, the myriad of colors and the scent of perfumes enveloping them."Gideon, are you sure about this? I don't even know where to start!" Avla fretted, her eyes darting from one store to the next. He told her to buy everything she wanted. The array of choices was dazzling, and the importance of the occasion weighed heavily on her mind.Gideon's hand found her shoulder, his touch instantly grounding her. He smiled reassuringly, his eyes warm with understanding. "You'll find something perfect, I'm sure. Just pick out something special, something that makes you feel beautiful. I want you to feel like the queen of the evening. Plus anything else you need or want."Ethan, who had been observing their interaction with a puzzled and slightly annoyed look, finally chimed in, oblivious to the underlying tension. "Ye