The Cursed Luna Of NightLight Pack

Chapter 2

"This....This is wrong! I am not my mother...I have been nothing but faithful to you and my oath as the luna of this pack." She tried very hard to blink back tears. She would not show him her tears, not now, not in front of the omega.

"You cannot take a concubine to replace me because of some stupid folklore! I have done my duties to you and to this pack. I have taken everything you have dished out at me. I have been submissive, I have been the perfect Luna, so don't stand there and use something like that as an excuse for your obvious infidelity!!"

Elara had forgotten her voice could be that loud. It truly had been years since she stood up to him or anyone.

Smack!!

The force of Alpha Lucan's slap made her head tilt to the side, wringing her neck in the process.

Elara squeezed her palm into a tight fist, her blood boiled from the humiliation. It wasn't the first time her mate was hitting her, he always struck her, but never in front of of an audience, in the presence of Sera no less.

"Lucan..." Elara managed to whisper

TWACK!!!

Before Elara could even prepare herself for the second slap, it landed right across her face.

"Don't fucking talk to me right now!!!"

Elara's ears rang, with white noise filling her entire head...

"Look how you're embarrassing yourself and our family in front of dear Sera. I'm pretty sure she is shocked to see us like this. She used to admire you, you know... Didn't you, Sera?" Alpha Lucan turned to ask Sera who still stood behind him, watching.

"Uhm, yes Alpha" the slithering creature said.

"See? And now you've gone and ruined it! How would you teach her now?" Alpha Lucan said before grabbing his 'dear Sera' and walking out of her dressing room.

Immediately she was alone, Elara let the emotions she had been keeping at bay and putting a tight leash on to wash over her, but she put her hands to her mouth to keep the sound of her crying from getting too loud and attracting an audience.

He was all she had now, she was the Luna. Elara would not throw that away because she had been hit by her mate... Keeping the peace was what a Luna was meant to do, and the would do her duty.

Immediately Alpha Lucan and his new concubine left, Elara slowly dropped to the ground, hugging her knees to her chest. She was not in the mood to party. What was she supposed to be celebrating anyway?

If she stepped out of the room, she would be expected to smile, to laugh and be the joy and strength of the pack. She did not have it in her.

Her heart felt like it was being squeezed over and over again. Thoughts of her future kept rolling around in her head. As it stood, she had no real future, her at least, not a happy one. She was loosing. She was loosing everything.

The first tear dropped on the floor between her feet, then the rest followed. How could she continue to live like this? Cursed… The word continued to ring in her head. She was the cursed Luna of the Night Light Pack.

Just as the thought began to sink into her head, a gloved hand appeared in front of Elara’s blurred vision.

Elara stood quickly and immediately began to wipe her eyes.

The last person she needed to see her crying was the pack's priestess.

Morgana. The High Priestess, as well as the mouth piece of the moon goddess.

And right now with Elara's tear streaked face and snotty nose, she was not helping herself gain points with the priestess.

As Elara righted herself, cleaning her face and clearing her eyes, Morgana's dark eyes scrutinised her.

"My Luna, you act not like the luna of the night light pack, but like a simpering girl!"

Elara sniffled and dragged in mucus in response. She dared not speak when the lady was speaking even though they were almost the same age, and by hierarchy, Elara was higher than her.

She was Luna afterall, second to the Alpha, but Morgana just had a way of commanding attention and respect.

"As much as it hurts any female to share her man with another, you must remember the bigger picture"

"What picture? Morgana, I'm loosing my family. I'm loosing everything"

“You do sound like a loser. Like puny little girl with no upbringing. Wet behind the ears." Morgana said and leveled Elara with a disapproving look.

"I am doing my best, but Alpha doesn't see that, and now we're going ten steps backward!" Elara said feeling the anger rise back up within her.

"What about everything I have taught you? You are not just Luna for our Alpha. You are Luna for all of us. The entire pack. And your duties include keeping the alpha satisfied. Even if the satisfaction may not come directly from you.”

“What?” Elara tried and failed to hide her hurt… “You knew about this? And I am just finding out today?”

“What does it change if you find out today, tomorrow or two moons ago? The pack needs our Luna today…” Morgana said as she walked with calculated steps towards Elara and stood right in front of her.

"You were born on such a dreadful day in the history of our kind, and you bear the mark right on your head to show for it." Morgana lifted her gloved hand to touch Elara's pure white hair, but quickly dropped her hand.

"It is a pity you were burdened with this predicament, but it is all the more reason you should do your duty. Show the pack that prophecy or not, you are with them. You are on their side. You are their Luna"

Elara nodded, even though that was the last thing she wanted to do.

When she had first been announced as Luna of the Night Light Pack, Morgana had been with her as a companion even though she kept a healthy distance from her so Elara could not even pretend they were friends.

Elara did not complain too—not when Morgana knew everyone in the pack and outside of it.

She’d been the one presiding over the various ceremonies, before Elara showed up—and with Elara's presence, she had also been relieved of all those duties.

Before long, she began to choose what dress Elara could wear, what silverware complemented each meal, even what meal the alpha would prefer at a certain period of time, it was all for her own good, she had told Elara severally.

"Today, the pack does not need a jilted bride, we need our Luna. You must remember that as much as it is your birthday, it is also the anniversary of the death of our former Alpha, and the day, the curse came to be"

She walked a steps away from Elara and turned towards the door before saying

"Remember Luna, you're a reminder of so many bad things. You should try to make us remember the good things too"

And then walked out, her temple cape fluttering behind her.

Elara recognized that tone of finality. Whenever she began to act 'difficult', She knew that Morgana's next point of action would be to subtly remind her of her 'curse'.

As much as Elara tried not to, she was slowly beginning to believe she was truly the subject of the damned prophecy everyone had been talking about since her birth.

There was no one with pure white hair amongst the werewolf clan. It was always midnight black to dark blonde.

There was no one else.

With a deep sigh and her still broken heart, Elara decided to go out there and pretend everything was fine.