His Dethroned Luna Queen

Since then, I’ve become a human, a scarred one.It's been two years since I lost my wolf. Rather than saying she died, it's more accurate to say she entered an indefinite slumber. I can sense her faint presence, but she can't make a sound.Since that full moon night two years ago, my body stopped growing. I'm thin, with a flat chest and small hips that lack curves. My hair is dry, my skin is rough, and I have dark circles under my eyes. To make matters worse, I was left with a scar on the top of my head and no more hair grew there. I looked like I had a very serious illness. Many people thought I was under a curse.During these two years, I endured countless injustices. The people in the tribe hated me. They loathed me for being a weak human. They loathe me for being an ominous person. They always made me do all sorts of menial jobs, and if I ever dare to protest, they would lock me up in a small dark room and beat me up. Without my wolf, I was no match for them. But I carried a small

Charlotte Moore's POVMy mother's scream drew my father to the scene, along with two soldiers, one plump and one skinny."Come on, get dressed!" my father shouted at me.I put on a loose blue-gray striped pajama set. The two soldiers escorted me all the way to the basement – the Silver Dungeon.I was thrown into the innermost cell. The innermost cells were reserved for those sentenced to death, deprived of daylight and even a small window. Puddles of dirty water formed on the floor, and the cell contained only a long bench, no bed. Two hook locks hung from the ceiling, spaced about 1.5 meters apart. Each lock had an iron chain, and my hands were bound to these chains. My arms were in a V shape, and my feet were about five centimeters off the ground. My entire body weight rested on my arms, and soon my arms started to ache unbearably.Throughout the entire afternoon, I hadn't had a drop of water, nor a single grain of rice, nor seen a single person. I hung in the darkness, slowly being

Charlotte Moore's POVMy wolf's voice whispered encouragement in my mind, urging me not to give up. As the full moon rose higher in the sky, a glimmer of hope stirred within me. I clung to the thought that someone was searching for me, that I wasn't entirely alone in this nightmare.The fire crackled beneath me, its heat intensifying. I closed my eyes, feeling the flames licking at my skin. Just when the pain became unbearable, in the distance, a figure was rushing towards me. I recognized her – my mother. She was coming to save me!She pushed a handcart filled with buckets of water. Lifting the buckets, she doused the flames, extinguishing the growing fire. After setting the bucket down, she stepped onto the smoking pile of wood, disregarding the searing pain in her feet. With one powerful strike, she severed the iron chains that bound me. I fell into her embrace. She held me tightly and carried me out of the blazing woodpile."My poor child, run away now," she cried, handing me a po

Charlotte Moore's POVHe transformed back into his human form. He held me tightly, searching for my lips in the darkness. His hands gently removed my clothes, and he caressed my scarred skin. When he learned the origin of my scars, he bent down and softly kissed them. His beard grazed my skin, making me slightly ticklish.His kisses seemed to have a magical power, erasing all the physical pain from my body. My arms were no longer sore, and the burns on my skin from the scorching iron chains no longer hurt.In the dimly lit cave, we made love. His touches, his caresses, his kisses, and his thrusts drove me wild. He gave me the most wonderful experience of intimacy. As we cum, I made him mark me on the back of my neck. When his teeth pierced my skin, I felt an unprecedented sense of joy and satisfaction. I let out a moan of the utmost pleasure.This dark cave felt like heaven to me. At the spot he marked, a powerful force surged into my body. It was the power of the mate bond, awakening

I was carried back to the tribe by Morgan. The people I met along the way saluted Morgan while casting death glances at me. They called me a murderer. They threatened to kill me to avenge Luna Katherine. Why do they say that? It wasn't me who killed my mother, it was Morgan, the bastard! They won't believe me. They never believed me. They were blinded by Morgan. Morgan took me to the dark and damp basement and threw me heavily to the ground. My whole body hurt, as if my ribs were broken. He kicked me hard in the abdomen several times, causing severe pain in my internal organs from the impact. "You disobedient bitch, how dare you run away!" He knelt down, grabbed my neck, and slapped me so hard that I was dizzy. His handsome face contorted with rage as he touched the mark on the back of my neck. "Bitch! How dare you let him mark you!" he yelled like crazy. Then countless slaps fell on my face. My cheeks tingled with pain. I knew without looking that my cheeks must be very swollen.