Catherine pov
I listened carefully to her words, trying to hold back my laughter. Was she crazy to think that I could be Luna?
Looking around, I observed our surroundings just like she did when we first met. The air smelled strongly of old food and sweat. I could hear the noise of pots and pans clanging and faint voices in the distance.
As I leaned in to whisper, I felt her warm breath against my ear. "It's not funny," I said, sounding frustrated. "Why do you think I'm Luna? Here, everyone is a slave."
Despite her serious expression, I couldn't help but find her words amusing.
Suddenly, a bell rang, and everyone in the kitchen looked up and hurried out into the hallway. I watched in frustration as they scurried around, while Mora pulled my hand to lead me away.
While we walked, Mora cautioned me, "Don't talk about what I told you to anyone else, or we might never see daylight again. And don't trust anyone here, they'll only get you into trouble."
Leaving the kitchen, I saw a line of people with their heads down. Confused, I was about to ask Mora what was happening when I heard heavy footsteps approaching.
Looking up, I saw Alpha Lux walking ahead, accompanied by the two men who brought me here. Mora quickly pulled my head down, and I realized I had been staring.
It felt like we were all puppets, dancing to the orders of our cruel master.
Mora and I continued to look at the ground while she said, "Don't look at them." This is rule number three.
The sight was a mix of dusty ground, pebbles, and occasional patches of grass. The air was slightly dry and smelled faintly of soil. The only sounds were footsteps and rustling leaves.
I did as she asked and kept my face down, hoping to avoid drawing attention. Although I wasn't yet familiar with all the rules, I felt confident that with practice, I could understand them and stay out of trouble.
I kept my eyes on Alpha's feet as he walked in front of me. I wasn't sure if he was looking my way. I focused on his feet as I suddenly felt a burning sensation throughout my body.
His hands touched my chin, and I was afraid to look at his face. His touch felt like a scorching hot iron on my skin. I quickly glanced down, not wanting to repeat my earlier mistake. My body was already covered in sweat, and my heart raced.
He spoke with such arrogance, yelling, "Look at me." The sound of his voice was like a cracking whip in the silence. I didn't dare blink because I was terrified. I was too scared to look at him with my eyes open.
The room was quiet when he shouted, "Look at me!" It was so silent that his voice echoed in my ears. Suddenly, I opened my eyes and found myself staring back into his gray eyes.
When I looked at him, I felt a strange sensation, like a strong force pulling me towards him. It was as if I were a small boat being pulled by a powerful tide.
I hit myself and hoped nothing foolish would happen after realizing the kind of thoughts going through my head. Why would I even consider thinking that? It felt like my mind was playing tricks on me.
He came closer to me. He still held my chin. I didn't blink or move, but I was sweating profusely. It was like being caught in a spider's web, unable to move as the predator approached.
As he got nearer, I could feel his breath on my neck. I shivered with a mix of fear and disgust. His closeness was overwhelming, and I wanted to step back, but I felt trapped.
He looked unpleasant. He seemed messy, with greasy hair and a scruffy beard. His eyes darted around, as if searching for something, and I felt like I was being observed closely.
The smell of alcohol and sweat hung heavy in the air, making me wrinkle my nose in disgust. It was a sickly sweet smell that made me want to gag.
When he spoke, his words were slurred and he stumbled over the syllables. The sound of his voice was annoying, like nails on a chalkboard.
When he licked his lips, I pulled away in disgust. It was a creepy gesture that made me feel uncomfortable.
He leaned in and whispered in my ear, his breath hot and moist against my skin. It was an intimate gesture, but it made me feel violated and uneasy.
At that moment, I realized he wasn't the man I thought he was. He was rude and disrespectful, and I regretted coming to this place. It was going to be a long night, and I felt a sense of dread.
"I need to get away from him," I thought, feeling my heart pounding. But he grabbed my sleeves and pulled me back, his angry glare piercing through me.
"Now, Slave," he sneered, "you should know your place." The smell of his breath made me cringe. "Just because you've been chosen to be my partner doesn't mean I won't use you as I please, does it?"
I turned to face him, taking in his tall figure and the fierce look in his eyes. Was he suggesting that I was chosen to be his partner? Confusion filled my mind, but as I looked at him again, his smile sent shivers down my spine.
"Didn't your foolish father tell you?" he chuckled, his voice grating on my ears. "This time, you have been blessed to become my mate."
I pushed him away and struck him where it hurt the most, feeling the satisfying crunch of my knuckles against his skin.
As I turned to run away, someone grabbed my sleeves and pulled me back, causing me to fall. He cut me as I fell, preventing me from hitting the ground. The look in his eyes told me it was better to fall than face the impending horror, so even though I should have been grateful, I wasn't.
He slammed me against the wall as I tried to escape. The force of the impact caused a sharp pain in my head. My vision became blurry, and I struggled to stay upright. I could smell the musty scent of the old brick wall against my cheek.
The sound of my own gasping breath echoed in my ears as I staggered backward. I reached out my hand to steady myself, feeling the rough texture of the wall beneath
Catherine pov... I shouted when I felt a strong hit on my back, like someone pounding a piece of meat. The pain was unbearable, and I couldn't do anything to stop it. My whole body was covered in marks, and I couldn't help but cry every time they hit me again. The air smelled strongly of sweat and fear, and my cries echoed in the room. Each strike felt like a loud clap of thunder, and my body shook with every impact. Their punches felt like hot coals on my skin, burning with each hit. I felt trapped, like a bird in a cage, unable to escape the torment. For once, I wished my father was here, taking the beatings instead of me. The pain paralyzed my body, and my heart raced like a frightened horse. Finally, they stopped hitting me, and I gasped for breath, tears streaming down my face. But when I saw Alpha Lux in the room, my fear only grew. His breath smelled terrible, and I could feel the weight of his gaze on me. I was frozen with terror, like a deer caught in headlights. His wor
Catherine pov... I sat on the cold floor, confused about what had just happened. Did he? I cried as I thought back on the event, feeling regretful and considering ending my life. The poorly lit room smelled old and felt damp on my skin. I looked up as I heard an open door. Mora approached me, and her footsteps echoed in the quiet room. She was the only person who had spoken to me since I arrived, and her presence brought a faint sense of comfort. She gave me a sympathetic look, showing that she felt sorry for me. I covered myself completely with my hands, feeling exposed and vulnerable. The weight of my shame felt heavy, like a suffocating blanket. She knelt down near me and looked into my eyes. Her touch was gentle as she tried to comfort me. She seemed unsure of how to start speaking, and I could hear her hesitant breaths as she searched for the right words. She accidentally dropped the plate of food she had brought for me and started to leave. I held her hand, not wanting her t
Catherine pov. I sat next to my bed, deep in thought about the picture I saw earlier. Luna's picture fascinated me, and I couldn't understand why I had never heard of her before. While I pondered this mystery, the door slowly opened, and Mora came into the room. Her perfume mixed with the scent of fresh flowers from the garden outside, filling the air. I looked up at Mora, and she could tell that something was bothering me from my expression. She came and sat beside me, her touch comforting. "What's on your mind, Catherine?" she asked gently. "Sometimes things just happen, and we have to accept them." I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to express my thoughts. "I keep thinking about Luna Dim," I finally said. "I want to know what happened to her." Mora's expression softened as she understood my curiosity. "It's natural to wonder," she said. "She was killed by the neighboring group, but we don't know why." I felt sadness at the thought of Luna's early death. "But why didn't Al
Catherine pov... He came towards me, looking very angry and confused. He grabbed my arm tightly and pulled me closer to him. "Never say that name again," he said angrily. He pushed me and I fell to the floor. It hurt a lot, and I held onto the painful spot. "Now get out!" he yelled. "I can't stand seeing you." In that moment, I knew I had to leave. I quickly got up and left the room without looking back. Tears streamed down my face as I closed the door. I went back to my room, feeling confused and upset. What had just happened? Why did I say that name? I was mad at myself for trying to be brave in front of him. When I entered my room, Mora was there, cleaning up. She looked at me with a smile. "You're back!" she said happily. "I was trying to make your room more comfortable. You haven't had a chance to clean up since you got here." I thanked her and sat down on the bed. Mora joined me, sitting close. "So what happened?" she asked. "Did everything turn out okay?" When she sai
Catherine pov. I noticed everyone around me was very busy, moving quickly as they went about their tasks. In the midst of all the activity, I focused on Mora. She carefully held a glass cup and placed it on each table in the large hall. When I caught her eye, I approached her with curiosity. Leaning in close, I whispered, "What's happening?" so that we wouldn't attract any unwanted attention. "Today is the anniversary of Luna Dim's death," Mora whispered back, her voice barely audible. "The Alpha holds a ceremony every year to honor her. Many packs, besides the Lycan, have been invited." I nodded, understanding the solemnity of the occasion. It was clear that the Alpha held Luna Dim in high esteem. "But why wasn't I given any tasks?" I asked, confused about why I wasn't involved. "Oh, I forgot to tell you," Mora said, glancing around the room before turning back to me. "You will be accompanying the Alpha as his escort today." Those words made my heart skip a beat. The idea of be
Catherine pov. "I tried everything I could to push him away, but he was too strong, and I had no choice but to feel helpless." As I looked into his eyes, I knew my attempts to break free were useless. His weight held me down as I struggled, but I couldn't escape. I felt completely powerless. "I wish I had the instinct to protect myself like a wolf does," I thought. My heart raced as he started undressing me, unbuttoning my dress easily. I heard the sound of his belt hitting the floor. The air was heavy with sweat and fear. I felt his hot breath on my neck as he leaned closer, his lips leaving a burning sensation on my skin. I winced as he explored my body, his hands rough and insistent. Despite my desperate cries and screams, no one came to help me. The silence was overwhelming, broken only by the sound of fabric tearing as he ripped my clothes. "I'm not interested," I begged, but he ignored my words. He continued his relentless attack, searching for my weak spot. His hands were
Catherine pov. Two weeks had passed since I last felt like myself. I started realizing my weakness, which bothered me a lot. For the past two days, I had been eating and sleeping more than usual. I was unsure of what was happening to me, but it seemed like everyone around me noticed. In the middle of my sleep, I suddenly woke up to the sound of loud knocking on my door. It was Mora, standing on the other side. "Hey," I said, realizing I had some free time and no work for the next hour. She entered my room and looked at me carefully before leading me to my bed. I could tell she was worried. "What's wrong with you, Catherine?" she asked, clearly concerned. I looked at her, still confused about my condition. "Mora, do you think I'm getting sick?" I asked, my voice filled with desperation. I stood up and walked towards her with a worried expression. As she moved around the room, lost in thought, she clasped her hands together under her chin. "So, you've been feeling weak, sleeping a
Max pov. "I scream, 'How is that possible?' as I glare at my sister, who is still grinning at me. Her approach is slow, deliberate. Her grin is still plastered on her face. 'Brother, why are you worrying so much?' she says. I take in her appearance: her wild curly hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail, her bright green eyes seem to gleam with a wicked glint, and the corners of her mouth turn up into a sinister smile. The smell of her perfume fills my nostrils, sweet and cloying. It reminds me of the false promises she's made and the lies she's told. I hear her footsteps echoing in the room, each step sounding like a warning. I can feel the tension in my muscles as she approaches me. My sister's plan is diabolical, a metaphor for the evil that is lurking within her heart. She is Alpha Lux's slave, and she plans to destroy his kingdom from within. Her goal is to take revenge on the Moon Pack for what they did to our family. My father's murder still haunts me, and I feel guilty