The Luna in Me

The rain had eased up by the time we reached the pack, and the sun started beaming through the clouds. The light combined with the dampness of my dress left very little to the imagination as I was paraded through the streets to the whoops and hollers of the crowd waiting to see the Alpha’s new Athena. I prayed to the Moon Goddess that the heat I felt in my cheeks didn’t show. I doubt she can hear me, though; my wolf had been suppressed by the silver band firmly attached around my wrist before she even had a chance to make an appearance. I stole a glance at the mansion we were approaching, tall, grand, and imposing. Just as cold and inviting as my new owner. I saw Alpha Cain leave his carriage before untying the rope binding my wrists from his carriage and leading me by the rope up the cold steps to the main entrance. He handed the rope to 2 women in plain blue uniforms before instructing “have her ready and in the chambers by 6.” “Yes, Alpha Cain,” they replied before taking me insi

The room was quiet after Clearway and Waters left, their final words lingering like a weight: half five. Less than an hour until I was taken to him. I sat with a plate that had been brought, staring down at the dull arrangement of bread, vegetables, and thin slices of meat. It filled my stomach, but there was no pleasure in it. It was fuel, nothing more. I forced myself to chew, each bite like swallowing stones.When the plate was empty, I drifted toward the windows, the only relief in this room - two narrow, gothic slits carved into the wall beside the bed. They were too high and too thin to climb through, but they let in enough light to paint the room in fading strokes of gold.From here, hidden above the grand entryway, I could watch the comings and goings below - though I wasn’t supposed to. Curiosity outweighed fear, just this once.That’s when I saw her.She stepped through the gates like she belonged not just to this house, but to the very earth it was built on. Her stride was

I looked up and saw him standing next to a wooden bench-like structure. I started to get up before he snapped, “When did I give you permission to stand?”“You didn’t, Master. I’m sorry, Master,” I managed, choosing my words carefully to avoid further pain. Feeling the heat burn to my face in humiliation, I started crawling over to him. When I reached him, he grabbed my hair, forcing me up and over the narrow bench. The beam on the bench ran between my legs and up the centre of my torso, between my breasts, and to my head, which was forced into it. I watched as the Alpha selected a few leather straps and proceeded to strap my ankles to both of the legs of the bench, spreading them open. He did the same with my wrists before selecting two larger straps, then securing my waist and neck to the bench. He grabbed my hair and pulled it back, off my face, before roughly tying it up, before twisting my head, and applying one final strap around my forehead, pushing my cheek, still stinging from

The loud clang of the door echoed through the small corridor, shaking my bones. I stayed still - on all fours with the flickering of candlelight warping the edge of my vision.I didn’t move - I couldn’t. My palms and knees stung from crawling on the cold stone floor, and my body trembled with aftershocks from the pain. The collar - the cold, dead weight around my neck - anchored me, digging into my collar bone with each shallow breath. The words I read earlier flashed through my mind.Property of Alpha Cain.The words, hanging solid around me, may as well have been carved into my skin, like the crescent of flesh on my shoulder where his teeth had broken through. My back burned from the lashings, and my ass hurt twice as bad. But neither compared to the pain in my pussy. Raw and torn from the assault. He took me, used me, with zero thought of my suffering.No, that was wrong. He thought of my suffering plenty. The very existence of my pain, my humiliation, seemed to be the source of m

I woke to the faint glow of pale light slipping through the narrow windows, painting thin gold bars across the floor. For a moment, I didn’t remember where I was. The sheets beneath me were soft, too soft, and my body ached as though I’d been crushed under stone.Then the weight on my neck shifted as I breathed, and memory crashed back like a tide.The collar.The bite.His cock.Him.I pushed myself upright, every muscle stiff and trembling, and sat for a while with my knees pulled to my chest. The silence pressed in, thick and heavy.The shift hung where I had left it to dry. Its fabric was wrinkled and stiff in places, the bloodstains dulled to brown but still stark against the pale cloth. I moved to it slowly, my feet cold on the floor, and touched it with hesitant fingers as though it might bite.It didn’t.I dressed in silence, the fabric rough as I pulled it over the welts along my back and ass. It clung unpleasantly to my skin, the faint scent of dried blood lingering no matte