LOGINWithout warning, Ezra drags me over to his desk in the corner of the study room and shoves me towards it. There, he rips my dress and pulls my arms behind me, tying both my wrists with the torn cloth. It hurts. I shake my head and a strangled sob escapes my lips. “Part your legs, Alayna.” he growls I try to free my hands but this results in him tightening the cloth further. Ezra presses his himself against my back. “Spread. Your. Legs.” *** The black sheep. The unwanted one. The second choice. Those were the names I grew up with. But when my sister mysteriously vanished on her wedding day, I was forced to take on another name, the Luna. “I never loved you. You’re nothing to me but a substitute.” Ezra's words burn in my mind every night as I lay in his bed, letting him ravage and abuse my body. Tears spring to my eyes with every thrust, with every slap, with every bite of his wolf fangs. It was never meant to be like this, I was never meant to be his Luna, I was never meant to be his whore. He was meant to marry my sister, the beautiful, strong and brave she-wolf of our family. Instead, he ended up with a mute omega; me. My name is Alayna Morningstar. And this is my story.
View MoreALAYNA’S POVI lie silently beneath the quilt, though every breath feels like I am dragging it up from the bottom of a well. My body is slick with sweat, my dress clinging to me. My skin feels too tight for my frame and my pulse thuds a little too loud in my ears. It is not painful, not exactly. I just feel… off. Lightheaded, like I am floating a few inches above the mattress.The last thing I remember is the world tilting, the horizon rolling sideways and then Ezra’s arms catching me before I hit the floor.This feeling is not new to me though. I have felt it once before a few months back but I dare not dwell on that feeling.Ezra paces outside the room as the pack doctor checks my pulse. I look up at him but he does not return my gaze. Instead, he seems to be concentrating hard. So hard his brows furrow deep and his lips purse into a thin white line.Ezras pacing is not doung anything to help ease the tension. The boards groan under his boots, uneven and restless. His movements are s
ALAYNA’s POVThe second the banquet ends, I yank my heels off. “Finally,” I breathe, wiggling my sore toes in the cool grass. Those heels were instruments of torture.Ezra chuckles beside me, reaching for his jacket and draping it over my shoulders. “I’ve come to realize how much you love going around barefoot.”“That’s because those fancy heels hurt,” I mutter, grateful for the warmth of his jacket. “You try stuffing your feet into those medieval foot prisons and smiling through it.”Ezra takes my hand and starts to guide me on the path towards the mansion but I stop him with a tug of his hand and a shake of my head.Ezra sighs. “Do you know how much was spent building that new mansion?”I give him a wry smile. “Do you know how many eyes are in that mansion? The maids, the guards, Joseph…not to mention the maintenance guys who keep coming and going to fix the plumbing.”Ezra snorts. “Wasn’t it the same before when you lived in the old mansion?”“Well,” I say, twirling away from him
“We all take different paths in life, but no matter where we go, we take a little of each other everywhere.” – Tim McGrawALAYNA’s POVA figure steps out of the shadows.“Don’t bite me,” an amused voice calls out, achingly familiar.A stunned gasp escapes my lips.“Aurora?”She stands with her arms crossed, leaning slightly against the stone wall. Her face is half-lit by the torchlight with one brow arched high in that way only she can manage and the corner of her mouth pulled into the same teasing smirk she used to give me when we were children.There is a tinge of someone else’s scent on her and not just from on person. But Aurora’s scent underneath it all is undeniable. Rose and wildflowers warmed by the sun. How could I have forgotten?Laughter bubbles out, cracked and breathless. I do not think, I just run.My heels pound against the stone floor as I rush forward, nearly slipping on the hem of my dress and crash into her arms. She catches me with a grunt, her hands bracing my b
ALAYNA’s POVIt is incredible how time flies when everything goes smoothly. Yet another month has passed under Ezra’s rule, and in that time, the pack has only grown from strength to strength. Confidence pulses through the veins of our pack now, a far cry from the fractured unity under Drakes reign. You can see it in the eyes of the people of the pack when they walk by.You can see the difference in the way the pack members carry themselves. Gone are the guarded glances or hesitant steps. Now, they walk with purpose, with quiet strength in their posture and trust in their leader. The fear is gone, replaced by something we have not felt in a long time.Hope.And tonight, we celebrate that strength.The new banqueting hall, once a crumbling wing of the keep, is now the pride of the stronghold. Tonight, it’s full to the brim, bright, loud and warm. Light pours from the chandeliers above, gleaming off stone walls and catching on the smooth edges of long oak tables. The tables are heavy wi
ALAYNA’s POVThe door clicks shut behind Drake and I am left standing there, the weight of his words pounding into my mind.If I do not marry him, Father and Mother will lose their lives. There is no escaping it.I need to get them out of
ALAYNA’s POVThe red petal lies at the doorstep like a mark, soft and vivid against the weathered wood. I stoop down and pick it up, pressing it gently between my fingers. My hand trembles slightly, and I close my eyes, drawing in a breath of cold air that tastes like pine and melting snow. The cot
ALAYNA’s POV3 MONTHS LATERThe fields have come alive again. Soft green underfoot, bursts of yellow, purple, and blue dotted through the grass like spilled paint. I walk barefoot across the hill, the sun warming my skin and the breeze teasing loose strands of hair from my braid. Somewhere nearby,
ALAYNA’s POVThe air thickens the deeper I go.Stone walls narrow around me, damp and cold, lined with torches that flicker shadows across my skin. I can hear the drip of water echo from somewhere behind the walls. It is quiet here, deathly quiet but for the low creak of the floorboards and the far






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