(Lena’s POV)
True Mates didn’t need wedding ceremonies to make things official, but Alpha Damien was not my mate. Our wedding came only three days after my father had shared the news to me, unknowingly to me, my father had gone behind my back and accepted the marriage proposal without even asking me, he knew one way or the other, this would end up going his way as they always did.
My mother made sure my face was caked up with layers of makeup, in an attempt to make me look a bit older. Alpha Damien was thirteen years older than me, I was only nineteen.
I couldn’t believe my own parents could do this to me, I couldn’t even bring myself to think about our wedding night.
I couldn’t. I couldn’t marry Damien.
I had a plan, I would not go through with this wedding, I had to escape. I had already gathered up my savings, it was all in my purse, It wasn’t much but enough to start up a new life, of course my father would have my card blocked if he discovers that I took it along. I knew out there was scary, but nothing was as scary as living with Alpha Damien as his wife, of course I knew he wouldn’t see me as his wife, but a whore he could use anytime he pleases, he would see me as something to break into submission. My father had given me a choice, it was either I marry Damien or I’ll be banished from the pack, but knowing my father, I knew he would make sure I pay for disappointing him, so I had to make a choice on my own.
“You look beautiful Lena” my mother said with an almost- genuine smile on her face, I knew they were both happy that I would no longer be their responsibility and they would gain an alliance and good cash from this marriage. I couldn’t help but wonder what Alpha Damien saw so special in me that he was willing to go through all those terms just to get me, I was sure that I had never seen the man face- to – face. Why couldn’t he have chosen another girl, out of the thousands, but of course, I doubted he had been the one to come up with the bargain, I wouldn’t put it pass my father to go running to the Black Moon Pack, offering his virgin daughter for alliance.
“Mother, please...”
“Shut up Lena. Don’t you dare go behaving like a bitch to Alpha Damien, you have to be submissive, never fight him, let him have whatever he wants from you, if he brings you back due to your bitchy attitudes then I would make you regret your own existence. Understand?” she asked, her smile gone from her face.
I didn’t give her a response and that irritated her, she glared down at me. “Understand?” she asked again and I gave a curt nod. “The sooner you see that this is the best thing that could ever happen to you, the better” she said before walking away.
My parents were sending me to my own grave and they knew it, still yet they didn’t care.
“The Omega’s added the finishing touches to my dress, casting me pitiful looks, they knew that I was being sent to my grave, everyone knew that.
Next a brunette woman with a stern look on her face came in to check on me, I was sure I hadn’t seen her before, but she reminded me so much of my own mother, they had the same stern looks and I hated it.
“I am Claudia, the wedding organiser and also a distant relative. Your mother asked me to give you this few tips.” She paused as if waiting for my input, I was sure she knew that this wedding was only arranged by my father and forced on me, my input in this didn’t matter.
She continued, “As she has already told you, you need to be submissive, it would be painful as it is your first time, but it would get better as the years go on. Hold those tears in, don’t spoil your immaculate makeup and worst of all, he doesn’t have to see it, you are not allowed to go close to any other man, even if he is not willing to fulfil your desires or he chooses to be with other women except he commands you to do so” she said and I snorted at that, rolling my eyes, she ignored that and continued. “No matter the injuries you sustain, cover it up and walk with your heads high, after-all you would be the Luna of the Blood Moon Pack. Your father would be here soon to lead you to down the aisle, be a good girl”
I turned away from her, staring outside the window, she released a frustrated sign before leaving me alone in the dress-up room.
The window was too far from the ground, I wouldn’t get away easily. I stared at the door, my father would be here soon, I only had minutes, no one would think I would escape, not on my own wedding day and not when I was getting married to Alpha Damien. I dashed for the door, my dress trailing behind me, the wedding ceremony had already started, meaning they were fewer people down the hallways, making my escape a little more easier. I headed towards the second entrance, the moment the breeze hit my skin, I couldn’t help but smile. My father would have discovered I was missing by now, I had to move faster.
Then I heard the deep rumble of engines as it neared me. I was sure the black Mercedes Benz was following me, I ran with all I had but it met up with me easily, cornering me before the car stopped.
My heart pounded, threatening to escape my ribcage as ‘he’ walked out of the car. The man I was to marry. Alpha Damien, I saw him for the first time.
(Lena’s POV)How could a person be so beautiful and yet so scary?Alpha Damien stared at me with furious eyes. He was furious. I understood why everyone feared him, there was something about him, something that screamed danger. His eyes were as dark as his own soul, the darkness loomed over him and I shivered in fear.“Why did you run away?” he asked, his voice filled with authority and I almost bare my neck, it was a struggle to stand there, right before him. He looked quite younger than a werewolf in his early thirties, but every inch of him spoke of the true man he was, he was dress in all black tuxedo lined with gold – the only colour on him.“I am sorry Alpha” I apologised, eyes low, submissive, just as my mother had said but it would be a slap to her face and our pack to discover I attempted to escape my own wedding and I’m sure by now they all knew. He could kill me for this, if he could kill his own mate, what would he do to me. I couldn’t help but wonder if death was better t
(Lena's POV)We arrived at his pack by sun down. The Blood Moon pack.Everything about this pack was better than my pack- my previous pack, but despite the elegant building, three times bigger than ours, it did nothing to calm down my nerves, this was a strange place for me, here I had to start over, I wouldn't be Lena, the daughter of the Alpha, I would be anything he wanted me to be and the thought made me feel helpless.I walked out of the limousine, trailing behind Alpha Damien as he led me into the pack house, they were other pack members there waiting to welcome the Alpha’s mate, there was something different about this pack, each and every of them looked dangerous but not nearly as scary as Damien, my... mate.They bowed their heads in submission as we walked past, of course it was only because Damien was at my side."Alpha" someone called, someone that didn't sound as scared of him as the others and I wondered how that was possible, but when I looked up at the man with light b
I froze when his hands went lower."The tension would make it harder, Lena," he said and I inhaled. Deciding to follow my mother’s advise, I loosened up, his fingers came closer to my wetness, claiming my clit, he robbed slow circles and despite myself, I felt my arousal, my toe curled, the feeling was unlike any other, and then a single finger slipped in and I let out a silent moan, he went in and out of me, steady rhythm and I found myself grinding my hips against his hands, loving the friction, he added in another finger, my walls clasped around his fingers and he went in and out faster, in more jerking motions, I could feel myself building up, I moaned louder, ashamed of how my own body was reacting to his touch, I wasn’t supposed to be enjoying this, but then his two finger were out of me and I felt him, hard and huge, again my entry, I froze."No, don't, it would only make it more painful for you" he said to me, he spread my legs wider for more leverage and then he pushed into
(Lena’s POV)He hadn’t marked me.My mate hadn’t returned that night. I clutched the sheets to cover my nudity, still feeling so sore. Even if I had promised myself not to fall asleep, the tiredness took over.I couldn’t stop glancing at the drawer where the cuff had been discarded. I hated being cuffed to the bed; it only made me feel more helpless.I flinched when the door was pushed open. It was Damien. He walked cautiously towards me, as if afraid he was going to scare me if he made any sudden movements. News flash: he was already scary as it was. His intense gaze was on me; I felt like disappearing.There was tension in the air, and again, I saw how impossible it would be to live with a man like him.“How are you feeling?” he asked, and that surprised me. Why did he care?"Sore,” I whispered back.“I brought you some pills, for the pain,” he replied, placing the pills in the drawer beside me. Again, my eyes zeroed in on the cuffs, and he caught me looking before I could look awa
(Lena's POV)I couldn't forget the feeling of Damien's fingers inside of me and how hard he had been. Because of me, it gave me a strange kind of pride that I could do that to him.I searched through the clothes, expecting to see revealing clothes, but on the contrary, they were mostly modest. Maybe he didn't want others to see any part of my body; that was a good thing. At least for now, I wouldn't have to worry about being shared with other of his pack men.I picked up a light blue dress and put it on. I passed a brush through my straight blonde hair.By the time I returned back to our room, he was out of the bathroom, his thick black hair dripping water and a towel wrapped around his waist. He looked like a Greek god, and I wanted to run my hands down his abs.He caught me staring, and I looked away, a blush forming on my cheeks.He stared down at the dress I had picked, and I fidgetted under his gaze, but then he looked away, no compliments.I didn't know if it was the right time
(Lena's POV)"No matter what happens, keep your head up high; after all, you are the Luna." This was my mother's advice. I never knew I would be turning back to the advice she gave me, but that was the only way, if I wanted things to work between me and Damien.Damien led me to the dining room.What I didn't expect was to see a table of about thirty, all seated. There were two empty seats; from the positioning, it was clear that one belonged to the Alpha and the other to the side to the Luna.Despite being the child of an Alpha, I didn't have the qualities of a Luna so at this moment I didn't know what was required of me to do. My eyes caught a girl sitting on the same dinner table, closest to the Alpha. She had a mark down her brow, but that didn't make her any less beautiful, she looked dangerous though- the kind of girl who could use a dagger as her play thing. She had long black hair, braided into two, and a scowl on her face, making her look superior. Now that's how a luna shou
(Lena's POV) Pin-drop silence followed next.Realization was slolwy dawning on me. What had I done?I continued eating, expecting Damien to grab me by the arm and lead me away- maybe back to the room, but he didn't. Rather, he engaged Diego in some discussion about the pack. I couldn't even grab half of what they were saying; my eyes drifted every once in a while to the scared girl and then to Gamma Nat. I couldn't hide the dislike I felt for him; I would never fit in here, and for the first time since I got her, I didn't think I wanted to fit in.I dreaded the time the meal would be over and the time I would have to return to the room with Damien. The moment I was done eating, I turned to Isis."Are you ready for the tour?" I asked, easily masking my fear for what awaited me behind closed doors. I was surprised at how good I was getting at this."Of course, Luna," she said. Too sweet. That's how she sounded, and she was anything but that. I stood, not bothering to glance at Damien, a
(Lena's POV)I didn't think he would actually mark me this so soon. Now there were no chances of being with my mate; I was his; body and soul. If the marriage wasn't enough, this was. Just a few days ago, I was a girl with hopes, despite the hatred my parents showed me, someday I could shove it away because I would finally find my mate.Isis was right. The Blood Moon Pack was not a place for a person like me. I remembered blacking out after he had marked me; the scar on my neck still hurt. Staring at it in the mirror, I knew this was more than just marking me; it was a lesson: disrespect me and be punished. This was my punishment.I should lay low; I should be sorry, but I wasn't, and there was something in me—something that wanted to disrespect him more and see the worst he could do. I didn't have many options now; sooner or later, he would get rid of me.Damien wasn't here. I had a few ideas of the place he would be now, maybe with Isis. I didn't need to be a genius to know that th