LOGINThe whole incident was happening very fast, that I couldn't actually process everything that I was seeing.
I really wanted to know why no one tried to object or make a counter bid, when this man said something.
Just then, I perceived a scent that was seemingly different from all that I had perceived in the past. This particular one, was just so regal and princely.
Each passing second, the scent became stronger as it kept coming nearer to me.
"Cash or transfer?" The baritone voice asked the emcee, who had resurfaced back to the stage, with the speed of light.
"Any!" He responded.
"Here are ten briefcases of money. You can count, confirm and also make sure that it is complete." The Alpha, said to the emcee.
It was the full payment, and that meant that I had actually become his property at that moment.
I was still pondering on the ground, when a strange hand, pulled me from up from the ground in a very forceful manner. It was just so obvious that my fate was very unsure.
At that very moment, I was weak and miserable. I felt like my whole life had come to an end. I didn't even know what to expect, as the bodyguard lifted me up, and we headed straight to the Alpha's care.
Well, that was after they had untied the chain that was plastered all over my body. To make matters worst, my whole body was sore and also filled with injuries.
"Take her to the back of the car!" The Alpha's voice thundered.
"Yes sir." The guard replied.
Well, I was even too weak to fight them back, or even object or revolt against any plans that they wanted to make.
I helplessly lay on the shoulder of the strange man, whom was assigned to carry me to the back of the car.
Immediately we got to the car park, I was very astonished with what I had seen. It wasn't just a random car or ordinary brand, it was a customized version for the alpha alone.
I stared in bewilderment, although I had to compose myself properly to avoid attracting more punishment to myself.
Soon, the driver ignited the engine of the car, and we hit the highway. I didn't know what to expect, but I felt like this alpha was really a good man.
All of a sudden, my fear became a reality. My thoughts were proven to be mere imaginations. I felt the painful and firm grip of the alpha around my neck region, and I moaned out in pain.
"You're just so pathetic and miserable. Your sight and smell alone disgusts me." The alpha barked at me, and another cloud of tears started dropping down from my eyes.
Ohh moon goddess!
This was never the life that I had planned to live. Why me?
"But, I am your mate, and I don't deserve this vile treatment from you." I replied to him, and I was shut up with a big punch to the mouth.
I knew that truly, this might be my end.
"You sound so pathetic, and your tears make me wanna tear you apart and also lick your blood. I love the sound of your cry, girl. Cry me some more, cry!" He mocked me, and tried to insert his two fingers into my mouth while pulling my hair in a very forceful manner.
This was just the height of it'll.
"You're hurting me." I cried out in weakness, but he didn't stop. He rather intensified the pain. It was just very obvious that he was enjoying the pain that he was inflicting on me.
Even though I was screaming at the top of my voice, he didn't even look concerned in anyway. He just made sure that he continued to do what he was doing.
Why was this Alpha a monster?
Was this what I was going to spend the rest of my life enduring?
Even after I tried countless times to break free from his grip, I knew that it was just a lost battle because I didn't stand a chance with him terms of physical strength.
Finally, we got to the supposed castle of the alpha.
It was definitely the most luxurious and gigantic edifice that I had ever set my eyes on. The castle was designed with gold in almost every corner, and the ground and door, was made with diamonds.
A real description of luxury.
Immediately I came from the car that I was in, I could clearly see all types of maids bowing their heads down. Maybe, it was highly prohibited for anyone of them to stare at the alpha on the face directly.
Just then, a young maiden rushed out and dragged my hands. She led the way, as I weakly scampered behind her.
Where was she taking me to?
What was going to be my fate?
Where they going to slaughter me?
I had over a million questions to ask at that moment, but I just kept calm and followed her. I wouldn't forget to admit that I fell in love with the luxurious designs that greeted me in that castle.
Truth he told, I knew that I actually wanted to have a taste of good life, too.
Just then, we got to a place that seemed like an underground house, and the maiden opened the large gate that was covering it.
I screamed in horror, as I was welcomed by a very disgusting sight.
Over fifty young women, we tired on chains and they were actually behaving insane.
Just then, the maiden pushed me inside there, and she immediately closed the gate on me. It was at that moment that my new reality dawned on me.
"Open this place..." I cried out in frustration. I didn't know what to make of this, as it was very obvious that the moon goddess had chosen to forsake me.
What would I do to help myself at this moment?
“On your knees.”Roman’s voice cut through the grand hall like a blade drawn across silk.The command was quiet, but it carried , over the murmurs of the gathered pack, over the clinking of goblets and the heavy scent of wine and cedar smoke.Luna froze.Every eye in the hall turned toward her.The celebration had begun as a show of dominance , a banquet for the neighboring Alphas, an exhibition of Roman’s unchallenged power. The tables gleamed with silver. The air shimmered with the heat of the torches. And at the head of it all sat Roman, dressed in black and gold, his eyes like twin shards of winter stormlight.She stood a few feet away from him, still, expression calm, heart a storm beneath her ribs.“What did you say?” she asked, her voice low enough that only he could hear.Roman leaned back in his chair, the faintest curl of amusement ghosting his mouth. “You heard me.”He said it softly, almost lazily, but his gaze was razor-sharp, daring her to disobey.The silence stretche
“Cassian thinks you’ve lost control.”Roman’s voice sliced through the dark like the edge of a blade.He stood at the center of his private war room, surrounded by maps and burning candles that cast uneven light across the floor. The scent of smoke and leather filled the air. It was late, past the hour when most men slept, but Roman never slept well when his mind hunted ghosts.Cassian didn’t flinch. “Then Cassian thinks correctly,” he said, stepping from the shadows. His coat was unbuttoned, his jaw set in quiet defiance. “You’ve been distracted. Since her.”Roman’s eyes flickered upward. “Careful.”“I’m your second, not your servant.”“You’re both,” Roman said calmly. “You just prefer the first title.”Cassian’s mouth twitched in something that wasn’t quite a smile. “Titles don’t matter. But the pack does. The council’s restless. They whisper that you’re softening.”Roman arched an eyebrow. “Softening?”“They’ve seen how you look at her.”The Alpha turned his head slightly, candleli
“Where does he go every night?”The question slipped from Luna before she could stop it.The maid beside her , a girl with ink-black braids and frightened eyes , flinched as if struck. “Don’t ask that,” she whispered. “Some doors stay shut for a reason.”But Luna’s curiosity had already taken root. Since the dinner, since Roman’s mouth had touched her blood, her mind hadn’t known peace. Every night the same: his footsteps fading down the corridor after midnight, the soft click of a distant door, the hush that followed, like the castle itself held its breath.That silence was louder than any scream.When the moon climbed high, Luna rose from her narrow bed. She moved barefoot, her gown whispering against the stone. The halls were dim, the sconces burning low. Guards patrolled in lazy arcs, their armor catching fragments of silver light. She had memorized their rhythm , two minutes between passes , and slipped through the gap like smoke.The castle at night was a different creature.
“Smile, Luna. You’re being watched.”Roman’s voice brushed her ear like smoke, quiet enough that no one else could hear.The command wasn’t harsh; it was velvet, soaked in warning. The kind of tone that could coax obedience out of anyone who feared the wrong consequence.Luna’s lips curved. The smile came slow, deliberate, thin as a blade. She didn’t turn to him. Didn’t give him the satisfaction of seeing that his voice could still stir something hot and electric in her veins.“I didn’t realize you wanted me to perform,” she murmured.“Always,” he said. “Especially when they’re watching.”He gestured subtly with his wine glass toward the long table ahead of them, where his council , a circle of his highest betas , waited in the dim glow of chandeliers.The hall itself was carved out of marble and shadow. Gold and obsidian chandeliers hung low, casting long, tremulous shapes across the room. The walls were hung with the banners of conquered packs , proof of Roman’s authority, each t
“Can you hear me, Luna?”The voice slid through the dark like a breath on her skin.Luna jolted awake, her pulse thundering in her ears. The room was empty, no torches, no windows, only the faint glow of pale light trembling across black stone. She pushed herself upright slowly, her hands brushing cold marble. Every sound echoed, stretching into eternity.“Roman?”Her voice came back to her, sharper, distorted, multiplied. Dozens of her own tones whispered her name back. Luna. Luna. Luna.Her chest tightened. “Where are you?”Roman’s laughter drifted through the air, low and distant. “Everywhere you look.”She turned in a slow circle, eyes scanning the walls. They weren’t walls at all, at least not ordinary ones. Each surface shimmered faintly, like glass breathing. Her reflection looked back from all sides, faint and ghostlike.“Another trick,” she whispered.“Not a trick,” his voice murmured. “A lesson.”She faced one of the mirrored walls. Her reflection stared back, pale, tremblin
“Drink.”The single word cracked through the silence like a command meant for the soul.Luna looked up from the table, the candlelight glinting against the two silver chalices set before her. One shimmered faintly blue; the other, red as blood. The scent of wine and metal hung between them, thick and heavy.Roman sat across from her, every line of his body composed, his expression a mask of calm indulgence. His coat was black, his shirt unbuttoned at the throat, exposing a line of skin that caught the firelight in ways that made it difficult to breathe.Her voice came steady. “What are they?”He leaned back slightly, fingers drumming once against the table’s edge. “One grants freedom. The other, peace.”“Freedom,” she repeated slowly. “And peace.” Her gaze flicked to him. “Both sound like lies.”Roman’s mouth curved. “Perhaps. But only one of them binds.”The air between them seemed to hum.Luna glanced down again, the reflection of the flames dancing across the surface of the cups. “







