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Lena's POV. I hummed a sweet, melodious tune as I walked down from the market with a bag of groceries in my hand. I couldn't get his voice out of my mind. I was excited.Too excited. He promised to marry me, he promised to make me his Luna. And even as I silently flung open the door, I could hear his voice in my head. Literally. “Yes! oh god! Yes! Come on, fuck the shit out of me” a loud moan snapped me out of my head. I froze looking straight ahead at the couch. There she was, bare naked, and her breast being groped by a figure I had known too well. My mate. “You are so sexy,” he moaned, thrusting his cock deeper inside her. Tracy caught sight of me, but she didn't flinch; she smirked, a sly grin spreading across her face. “Tell me I taste better than her,” she voiced, biting her lower lip and her body moving with his hands. “You're better,” he moaned. He hadn't noticed I was in the room watching a scene that broke my heart. My chest felt heavy and my breath caught. How could

Lena's POV. “You are nothing but a clown I raised. You will die worthless and nobody will think you ever existed, not me, not even Dominic,” Elaine fumed at me with a knife in her hand. I pulled back breathing rapidly. She launched at me, screaming furiously, and I ran in any direction, my heart throbbed and my hands trembled. She was a few inches from thrusting the weapon at me when I tripped on my feet and fell to the ground.The ground split into a hole and swallowed me. I screamed for help but I was suddenly trapped in deep water, drowning in its darkness, and the waves drifted me from the light. Just as I was about to lose my life, I jolted up gasping for breath. It was a dream, a pretty realistic one that kept me heaving for minutes. I looked around as my heart pounded against my chest. I was in a dark warehouse, definitely sure it was in the middle of a cornfield, void of humans. I quickly crawled to the walls, the chain on my ankle rattling. A small group of men was playi

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me. The doctor threw a signal at him and he flashed his eyes with a questioning look. He scanned me from my head to toe until I broke contact with his striking gaze. Who wouldn't? I had no explanation why my heart throbbed from his mere presence. “Make sure she is alright,” the man said to the doctor, turning to leave after a long pause. The doctor nodded and got right back into checking my vitals. My gaze remained fixed on the door as I wondered who the man was and what his i