His Innocent Luna

Amelia had never expected to have such a tragic life. In the second year of her marriage, she was drugged to vegetable status. She could not move, speak, eat, or go to the bathroom on her own, but could hear and feel and see how her husband betrayed and humiliated her.In the big, fancy wedding room of her and her husband, Amelia was placed in a cold wheelchair with a thin blanket covering her legs.In front of her was an extravagant canopy bed which was picked up by her mother as the dowry. But now there lay another woman, laughing and tangling with her own husband, Ian.“Ian, you are soooooo good!” After a long and annoyingly loud sex, the woman laid on Ian’s chest, panting breathlessly.Ian grabbed her hair to his nose to have a long deep sniff, and then he chuckled with significant satisfaction, “You are great too, Dora.”Dora quickly climbed up from his chest, straddling his strong waist with her plump breasts perking into the air. When she looked down at Ian, her eyes were fil

"Wait for me, mate." Right after he sighed upon her ear, Amelia suddenly opened her eyes.She found herself lying in her teenage bedroom back in her old packhouse. And familiar noises of chatting and laughing were coming from outside the door.The light in the room was off, but the ceiling could vaguely be seen by the dim light that leaked through the gap under the door. She laid there on her bed motionlessly, feeling her heart pounding violently like a drum. Her marriage with Ian and the hellish tor/ture in the wheelchair was now flashing back in front of her eyes like the most horrifying nightmares. But Amelia knew it wasn't nightmares but the most realistic life she had just lived in person.Then what happened?Why did she suddenly wake up in her teenage bedroom in her old packhouse? And why was she suddenly able to move?It may sound crazy, but Amelia now indeed felt her fingers. She curled the fingers of both her hands into fists without much effort. And then she slowly proppe

Darren didn't leave after sending off Amelia. He stayed in that grove and watched until Amelia’s figure vanished into the station’s building. He waited for a while in the woods and then shifted into his human form. Rogues who live in the woods can only survive in their wolf forms. It had been years since the last time he transformed into a human. His hair was long and untrimmed, as well as his overgrown beard, plus his disabled right eye, which made him look like a scary homeless man. He didn't want Amelia to see him like that. It may scare her. But she was too fragile for him not to worry.When he looked at her, he saw a delicate flower that could be broken off even by a gust of slightly stronger wind. Her voice was soft. Her facial expressions were always timid. Though she had the most beautiful smile in the world, whenever Darren looked at her, he saw a fragile soul which might collapse at any moment.To be honest, she wasn't the strong Luna he was looking for. She had nothing ev

Amelia was thrilled by her achievement on her first day in this big scary city.Not only did she find a job successfully, but she also got a huge paycheck which was much bigger than she could ever imagine.Hey, who said she was a useless trash who could never live on her own? See, she had a job now and she could afford her food. After leaving the coffee shop, Amelia took time to find a place to live. She was unaccustomed to noises and was afraid of crowds. In the end, she found an old tall building in the middle of a dark alley.The smell of the alley was stinky and it was completely hidden in the shadow like the sun would never come to this place. But Amelia liked it because it made her feel hidden and safe.Within the cold stone building, it was smelly and dark too. Amelia stepped into it and saw nothing but an old male clerk sitting in the reception hall. He was skinny, half bald without any hair on the top of his head. The rest hair around his head was white and messy. He attenti

Someone is trying to help Amelia.Ian had no idea who it was, but he knew Amelia well to assert that she had no nerve or talent to plot all of these to go against him.She was weak, timid, pathetic, and doomed to be his favorite human-shaped toy. But someone had noticed her and decided to offer her a hand, a chance to change her fate, an opportunity to escape from him.Ian was enraged at first, but he soon tasted joy. The help that someone offered to Amelia must be conditional. That was why he himself was sent back with her. That meant his target here was clear. He was here to hunt, to capture, to stop her from getting away from him.A toy who knew to run and hide was so much better than the one who can just sit in a wheelchair. Ian now felt satisfied.He looked around Amelia’s bedroom and went through all her stuff to search for information about that someone.Suddenly, he just recalled, before he was sent back, he saw Darren break into his apartment.Darren was the leader of the ro