Todos os capítulos de The Bloodmoon Claim: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 8

Trigger Warning: Sexual Assault and AbuseMaya’s POV:Soft whimpers, uneven breathing, and whispered prayers surround me. I press my forehead to my knees and try to make myself small. The sudden crash of a door being thrown open shattered the silence. Fear sharpened my senses until even the groan of the hinges pierced my eardrums.“Up!” A man barks. Chains rattle violently. I feel rough hands grabbing my body and yanking me to my feet. My balance falters immediately. Fear freezes me in place. I recognize this man’s voice.“Hello, little girl.” He whispered into my ear. I tremble at the sound of his voice, and my throat begins to fill with bile. His hands once again slide my nightdress up above my knees. I can feel his hand sliding further up my inner thigh, once it reaches my womanhood. I suddenly come alive and shut my legs instinctively, grasping his hands tightly between my thighs. He grabs my throat, “Fiesty little whore.” he grumbles. His hand slams around my throat. The air b

Maya’s POV:I barely recognize the girl staring back at me.The mirror in front of me is tall, cracked along one edge. The harsh white light above it exposes every bruise, every cut, every scratch on my face. My damp hair hangs in tangled strands around my shoulders. Behind me, two women move efficiently, impatiently.One of them yanks a brush through my hair.I hiss softly, teeth clenched. “Hold still,” Jessica snaps.The dark-haired woman, Kiera, stands beside the counter, rifling through a box of cosmetics. Neither looks at me as if I were human, more like a problem to be solved.Jessica drags the brush through my hair again, harder this time.“You’d think they’d bring them in cleaner,” she mutters.“They’re animals half the time,” Kiera replies flatly.I look into the mirror again. The left side of my face throbs. The dark bruise beneath my eye spreads like spilled ink across my skin. Cole’s blows on my body linger in my mind. My skin still stings where he hit me, warm blood dryi

Cole’s POV:The moment I see her on that stage, my blood boils. The chains, the bruises, the way fear radiates off her, it should make her unappealing to anyone with a shred of sense. She is mine. Only mine.And then Madam Sherry has to ruin everything with one word: virgin. Just like that, she becomes desirable to every man in that room. My plan, my careful work to make her undesirable, is wiped away with a single breath. I should be the only one to touch her. I should be the only one deciding her fate.That fucking bastard, Ulric. His money, once again, won a war between our packs. This is MY fated mated, and he claims her so easily with cash.I scented her when she ran, coffee, pine, and lavender. My stomach growled, and my wolf, Gemini, growled. I wanted to mark her. But Sherry would be furious if I claimed her livestock.I drag her off the stage, hard, ignoring her cries. She stumbles, the chains between her legs rattling. I enjoy the resistance; the fear is delicious, the panic

Maya's POV:I wake with a violent gasp. For a moment, I don't know where I am.Slowly, I push myself up in a sitting position. I look around. Brown wallpaper covers the walls, patterned with delicate green leaves. A wooden desk stands beside a tall window to my left, paired with a small cushioned chair that looks almost inviting. The curtains are drawn shut, heavy and dark red, but a thin blade of sunlight cuts through the gap, painting a warm line across the wooden floor. The aesthetics are peaceful. Suddenly, my chest tightens.All the memories come flooding back.The stage.The chains. The auction.Him.The man who bought me. I scramble out of the bed, panic surging through me as I scan the room for exits, or weapons, anything useful. Only then do I realize that my clothes have changed. I'm wearing grey sweatpants and a loose, oversized T-shirt. The clothes are clean, comfortable, and perfectly sized.My stomach drops. I definitely wasn't wearing this before. Suddenly, the do