Betrayed by his Luna

The pungent smell of rotten food woke Leah up.

It was coming from the hip of plates at the corner of her cell.

It's been days since she was Locked up here.

Her tears have dried up after multiple days of crying.

The metal door suddenly creaked open, she looked up to find a bald and burly man, looking at her fiercely.

"Come out!" He commanded in his deep gruff voice.

She wanted to refuse, Leah knew nothing good would come out of leaving this cell. But the way his lip curled up disgustingly made her think otherwise.

She had seen how the burly men took advantage of most girls with an excuse that they were being unruly, but she refused to allow her fate to end up that way.

She'd rather die.

He dragged her by her chains, pulling her down the hallways that seemed empty. Until they ended up in front of a room, where an equally fierce looking woman came out, they exchanged words that she couldn't hear and then the Man left without a word.

She wondered what was happening, as leah looked up to face the woman.

Again, two ladies appeared from nowhere and dragged her into a room. 

They pulled off her tattered clothes, bathed her in scented water and oiled her skin until she smelt nothing like the cell she left.

Her hair was packed into a bun with curls that was left to fall on each side.

Her heart throbbed with fear, the way they treated her, it only made her guess one thing.

She was about to become someone's sex toy.

No other reason would be logical for the treatment.

She was clad in thin clothing, it was a night gown that only stopped at her mid thighs, showing off her straight, fair legs.

The woman who she met first came in, signalling the other ladies to go out.

"What do you want to do with me?" Leah asked with quivering lips.

"Haa... What they do with slaves like you!"

"I'll rather die than become a sex slave for anyone"

"You should be happy... The one who you would be serving is someone girls would kill to have and the only person that can end the suffering of you and your people" She smirked, making Leah want to hit her hard.

'No way... ' 

She knew the man behind her pains was the Alpha of crescent moon pack. 

She had immense hatred for him.

Alpha Greg Morris...

If he were the one...

It meant an opportunity to kill him.

It was a now or never situation, so she allowed herself to be led to his chambers.

Her hand moving to hide the small poisoned knife she has been holding into for a while.

She had a plan In mind, she was going to allow him access to her body until she was close enough to stab him with the knife.

Leah was left in a grand room with intricate designs and a king-size bed that had traces of a man.

She subconsciously clutched the knife hidden deep in her sleeves.

Moments later, A man entered. He had a lean body with thick muscular arms but what she didn't t expected was his fine features.

He was unbelievably stunning.

She thought the Alpha of the crescent moon pack was an old man with white hair who was as disgusting as every leecher she could think about.

In truth, he was as handsome as a god with builds of a soldier so he can't be called a leech when he could get any woman.

Still, when both their eyes met she choked on her own saliva.

How could it be...

She could see the rims of his eyes as it darkened with realization.

They were mates.

They both could feel the overwhelming attraction and their wolf excitement.

How could the moon goddess mate her with her worst enemy? A man responsible for her father's death and her packs sufferings.

He approached her in large strides as his large fingers curled around her throat, His gaze filling with intense hatred.

She was supposed to be the one, showing such amount of hatred, why was he the one with such scorching gaze?

All air drained from her lungs as she found it difficult to breathe, so she waited to die but death wasn't that simple, so she did that one thing she had always wanted to do.

She sneakily brought out the poisoned knife and attempted to stab him but she didn't know how he caught her because in a second, both her hands were locked in one of his as he brought up his other hand that now held the knife she was holding a second ago and he examined it with a dark gaze.

He threw it out and before she could utter another word, the hand locking both her arms tightened.

"Bitch!" He cursed.

"It seems doing it the normal way is wrong with you"

"Strip!" He commanded her.

How could she willingly pull off her clothes for this beast? She would rather commit suicide.

"Damon" he called out and the door opened as a huge guy entered.

"With every minute of disobedience from her, kill one of her pack members. Start from the children" he ordered.

Leah shivered, she couldn't believe that such a monster really existed. How could he kill innocent children?

He stared back at her, waiting for her to strip.

Leah couldn't let her people be killed because of her, it was cruel.

With anguish and pain, Leah slipped out of the dress, now clad in only underwear.

She could feel his deep gaze that followed her every movement.

The gaze that licked every inch of her skin.

She despised this devil.

"Your undies... Step out of it" he commanded.

Leah bit her lips, closing her eyes from the embarrassment she has to go through.

She wanted to strangle herself for letting this happen. She felt shame when air licked at her private part.

In her entire life, she has never stood naked before any man, not to talk of having sex. She was always that romantic that believed in giving herself to her fated mate.

Only if she knew her fated mate would be the cause of her family's doom. Only if she knew he was not worthy of her dignity.