BECOMING HIS LUNA

I staggered my way back to the pack house.Whilst Skylar howled in anguish as she tried to contain the clutches of her pain, I suffered a more excruciating pain.My heart was in so much pain that I lost my way. When I came to, I realized that I was in the pack house and I was standing in front of my parents apartment.I wasn't supposed to be here, I was supposed to be back in my room, I lectured myself and wheeled my way back to my place.My body was stiff and I couldn't take a step. I wanted to leave but I was angry and embittered. I felt cheated and I wanted to break even.Instead of turning away like a coward, I marched into the corridor and pressed my way back into my parents' apartment.Just as I lifted my hand to turn the door knob, I heard yellings and I decided to eavesdrop."How could you dad!? How could you do this to me!? And mum? I am ashamed of you… how could you agree to give me out in marriage to that lame prince!? Prince Regan!? No way." Becca yelled."Listen, Becca, w

"My prince! We are here with your bride; Ashley Oscar," one of the eunuchs announced. "Let her in!" a cold voice ordered with authority. The door opened and closed almost immediately as the eunuchs took their leave. Right inside the room, I felt the strong aura I had felt while I was with the king. Although it wasn't as intense as the king's, it was strong enough to make me shrink. My head remained bowed as I waited for my fate. "How dare you make a prince wait! I waited for your arrival for days," An angry voice emanated from a corner of the room. Silence fell and I remained in my position. How could I tell him that I am not the original but a substitute. Revealing as much as that could jeopardize my effort. Suddenly, a low and muffled sound of pleasure hit the room. It was followed by a loud smacking of lips, chuckles and moans. "Lift up your head," the prince said in between moans. I lifted up my head and staggered backwards in shock as I beheld the prince. On his lap was a

Ashley’s POV, Falling and rising, I stumbled through the pack house to my apartment. I staggered in and slumped on the floor, hugging my regalia. My heart was shattered into a million pieces. The fact that Prince Regan had treated me like garbage and placed a curse on me made me hate myself. I remembered Becca's betrayal and Stanley's rejection. What’s more? My mate even called me a whore. The pain I felt in my heart was so raw. I hit my chest repeatedly and howled as I cried my lungs out. I cried myself into a stupor and at some point, I slept off. When I woke up, it was dawn. I felt so weak and miserable. I dragged myself up, and my knees almost buckled as I made my way to the comfort room. I saw myself in the mirror and gasped. My eyes were sour and red. My hair was disheveled, I was a total mess. I made up my mind not to shed any more tears. I washed my face and packed my hair into a messy bun but I still look so disoriented and out of place. It was a new day and I w

Regan’s POV, Ashley's cold grip on my leg sent shivers down my spine. The feeling was alien, but I ignored it. I smashed her bloody hands on the floor and balanced on my clutches. With my shoulders held high, I limped out of the hall without looking back. My guards filed out right behind me and behind them were Simpson and his guards. Everyone shuddered and kept mute like they had just seen a ghost. A subtle smile spread across my face and I felt accomplished. Simpson and his guards bowed while I settled into my carriage. My guards filed up on either side of the carriage and we proceeded out of the territory of the Moonlight Pack. The journey back to the palace was more hectic than I had thought, but I wasn't deterred, I made someone a scapegoat already. The news will travel far and wide, and no one will despise me anymore. I’m a damn prince! Slowly, the carriage descended and we journeyed into the woods. It was Twilight when we approached the palace. My face contorted into

Ashley’s POV,It was a sunny morning. The rosy hues of the sun were seeping through the window. I had always hated mornings but today, I was terrified of it. I wondered what will become of me. "What exactly is my fate?" I questioned myself and tried to get through to Skylar, but she was mute. “Skylar?” I mumbled softly several times but she zoned me out and I needed no one to tell me she was angry. Sighing sadly, I looked over at Rossie who was sleeping awkwardly beside me. She was sitting on a pew, resting her head on my bed while her hair sprawled on her face. She was snoring heavily like the night was just starting. A chuckle broke out of my lips as I adjusted her properly. I felt bad for depriving her of her sleep last night. I had cried like a suckling toddler while she stuck by my side.For the next few moments, I got busy checking out my bruises. Different weird thoughts hit me as I trailed my fingers over the sores. The sores look no different from yesterday, it was st