Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Luna They Buried : Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

ZELDA’s POV “I will fuck the first guy that comes through that door,” I said proudly as I downed another shot of tequila.If only I knew that statement would change my life forever.My friend Mia and I sat at the bar, ordering shot after shot, drowning ourselves in alcohol. Just days before my wedding, Luke had ended things via text. His reason? I was too uptight. An old maid virgin.“Oh you wouldn’t,” Mia said.I smirked and swallowed another shot. “Watch me.”Both our eyes were fixed on the door. Mine more than hers. I stared hard enough like my gaze alone could summon some hot hunk through it, instead of the pot-bellied, lusty old men that surrounded us.Maybe the staring worked.Because the moment that door swung open, everything else seemed to pause. The man that walked in oozed danger from every pore. The kind of man every girl’s mother warned her about. He didn’t scan the room, or smile at anyone. He simply walked to an empty seat and sat like he owned the place.Every eye in

ZELDA’s POV“No!”I screamed as my eyes flew open, panting and drenched in sweat. It has become part of my life since my eighteenth birthday. The faceless figure from my dream still lingered in my mind as I fought to steady my breathing.Just as the shock began to fade, a splitting headache slammed into me. It was then I realized I wasn't in my room. My mind skipped a beat. I looked down, beneath the covers I was naked and my clothes were scattered on the floor.I pressed my hands to my head, it felt like it was about to crack open, and then memories started bleeding back in. The bar. The club. The drink. And him. The man. The mind-blowing sex, the way his lips felt against my skin, the way I arched beneath his touch, how I had pulled him closer and begged for— no, no, no, no. I covered my mouth immediately. “What have I done?” I whispered.I turned to the other side of the bed. He was gone, but a note sat in his place. “Didn’t want to wake you,” the note read. Tucked inside it wa

ZELDA’S POV“No!” I screamed, drenched in sweat, my heart pounding fast.It was just another nightmare.Then it hit me. I wasn’t in my room. The bright sunlight hit me first, then the unfamiliar scent of the room came after.Wait. The black van. The masked man.I tried standing up, but my hands were bound, and so were my legs.I looked to the side and saw Mia, tied up too, lying on the ground.“Mia! Mia!” I tried to wake her, but she didn’t even move.“Shit!” I started tugging at the rope in my hands, and after a few tugs it came loose. I untied my legs just as easily.I rushed to Mia’s side and tapped her gently.“Mia, Mia,” I said, shaking her. Finally, I felt her eyes move.“Mia, wake up,” I said again, and this time her eyes opened fully.“Where are we?” she said, trying to sit up. I quickly helped untie her hands.“I don’t know, Mia, but I know we have to get out of here.” I pulled her up, my legs a little wobbly as we headed to the door.My first thought was that the door would

Zelda’s POVThe world was a blur of speed and pain. I couldn’t tell how long I’d been dragged before an iron door groaned open and I was thrown to the ground like a sack of nothing. My hand shot to my belly on instinct, and I gasped, trying to force air back into my lungs.I pushed myself up on shaking legs. “Hey! Let me out of here!” My fists hit the door, again and again, but nothing answered except silence. They hadn’t even brought Mia. “You animals, let me go!”I kept pounding until my arms gave out. When the door finally opened, it wasn’t to free me. A plate of food skidded across the floor toward me instead. I stared at it, pride telling me to shove it away, hunger telling me otherwise. Hunger won.The next day crawled by. I stopped shouting. I just sat on the cold, filthy floor, hugging my knees, my mind circling Mia’s name over and over. Across the room, other prisoners huddled together, whispering behind their hands. I didn’t need to hear the words to know who they were talk

Zelda’s POVI never saw Leah again after that day. But our meals improved, actual edible food, thick with spiced meat, more than I’d had in weeks. For the first time in a while, I ate until I was full.Then came word of a pack ritual. A celebration. Whatever it was called, we were invited, or summoned, more like.Mia and I spent nearly the whole day hunting for something to wear, only to come up empty.“These people don’t wear clothes at all,” I complained, glaring at the pile the maids had brought us, scraps of fabric that barely qualified as garments.Thankfully, Mia could stitch, and by the next morning she’d pieced together something decent enough to pass.A bell rang, deep and resonant, the signal to gather. I didn’t bother with much, just pinned my hair up, slipped into a long flowing gown, and headed out. My belly wasn’t showing yet, but the morning sickness was doing its best to ruin the day anyway.We didn’t know where the hall was, but it hardly mattered. Everyone was moving