The Runaway Luna

CHAPTER1

Anna

“So, what happened?” I asked Stella as soon as she arrived in the laundry room with Sophie's laundry. Stella looked around, her blonde hair glimmering in the sun, and moved closer to me.

“You won't believe it, Anna. You were right all along! Sophie can't give birth! The doctors just confirmed it, and she's been crying all day. Damon is so pissed.”

Stella whispered in my ear, and my eyes widened in shock. Who would have thought? I looked at her in disbelief, and she nodded, placing the dirty clothes in the washing machine.

“Wow, so I was right? I knew something was wrong with her, I mean, she never got her heat after marrying Damon. It's been two years, and she still has not given him an heir. I knew something was fishy. I just didn't think it would take the doctor's two damn years to realise it.” I said, stroking my chin.

“Maybe it's the goddess’ way of repaying her for stealing your mate.” Stella said with a smirk, and I cringed.

“Ew. Don't ever regard Damon as my mate. That chapter was closed two years ago, after he rejected me to marry his longtime girlfriend who cannot fulfil her Luna duties. Serves him right for everything he's done.”

My blood boiled as the painful memories came back to mind, my fists tightening. Maybe Stella was right; this was a sign from the heavens. After Damon killed my parents and half of the pack, he forcefully took me and the rest as slaves, bounding us to this ruthless pack—the ShadowKnight pack.

I hated each day in this pack, and spending five years here had been nothing but hell. Just three years after being a slave, I found out I was Damon's mate, the same person who murdered my parents before my very eyes. I was only 15, and he was 20 when he set an ambush on the Nightcrawlers.

Ever since that day, I changed—we all did. Stella and I, as the Alpha and Beta’s daughters, were taken hostage along with the remnants of the pack to serve as slaves in Damon’s pack.

I had once asked him why he hated my father's pack so much to even want to kill them, and his response that day filled me with an unexplainable hatred for him.

Killing my parents was simply an act of dominance according to him, and keeping me as his wife's handmaiden brought him great joy.

I had never hated a person with so much fervor in my life.

And now, I guess the heavens were showing me that they knew of my suffering, of the five harsh years I had spent in this pack.

“What do you think they're gonna do next?” Stella asked, leaning against the washing machine. I shrugged my shoulders, picking up the dried laundry.

“Who cares? Damon might take a concubine if the elders find out.”

“Right! But the child will not be considered the Luna’s legitimate child, right?”

“I guess, but as long as the child has Damon's blood in them, they'll be considered the heir. Let's not talk about them, Stella. I'm getting a headache.”

I told her softly, and she gave me an apologetic look. She stayed back while I took the laundry to Damon's room, and as I went upstairs, the air was thick with grief.

I could hear Sophie crying in the nursery that had been set up by Naomi, Damon's mother, two years ago, just months after the wedding. That day was such a memorable one—to get rejected by the one person I despised the most—and watch him marry a woman who had just the same character as he did.

Little did I know that Damon was set on making my life harder by placing me as Sophie's handmaiden. I was always there, by her side, watching after her, cleaning her mess, even bathing her.

Sometimes, she had me stand behind the bedroom when she and Damon made love. They were both vile in their own way. I listened closely to her cries, and I could hear her mother comforting her.

“We'll think of a way, dear. Don't cry, you're the Luna of this pack! No one can disrespect you even if you don't produce an heir.”

“But Mom, Damon is upset with me! Having this baby was the only way I could show the pack that I'm worthy of being the Luna even if I'm not his real mate. How will I face the pack members now?”

I almost wanted to feel sorry for her, but my pain was more intense than hers. It was scary to imagine that I could have been in her shoes if Damon had married me instead. But maybe my story would be different if I indeed got pregnant.

I slowly entered the bedroom and headed for the closet, carefully and swiftly tucking them away. I didn't want to see Damon, not when he was pissed. He was usually violent when he was angry, and I really didn't want him to lash out on me.

“All done,” I said in a breath after the basket was empty. Immediately I closed the closet, I turned to my side and screamed when I saw Damon standing there, his eyes full of anger and disappointment.

He smelt of alcohol and blood, and he was breathing heavily. He clamped my mouth shut as soon as I screamed, pinning me against the closet door, my hand above my head.

“I said I didn't want any disturbance, Anna.” He said angrily, his whiskey breath fanning my skin.

I blinked severally, fear growing in my stomach. He was angry, so angry his wolf's growl made mine shudder in fear. I had never seen such hateful or disappointed eyes before.

He slowly let go of me, and I fell to the floor from the force he used. I held my bruised hands, forcing the tears back, and quickly picked my basket, ready to leave this monster.

“You got what you wanted, didn't you, Anna? Have you heard? Sophie can't give me children. My throne is in danger because of her. Are you happy about this?”

I stood up without looking at him, biting my lip to stop the harsh words. “I have nothing to say, Alpha. I'm just a maid, I know nothing about affairs such as these. I shall take my leave now.”

Just as I took a step further, he suddenly pushed me back against his chest, his hands burning into my waist painfully. “I asked a damn question, and you better give me a reply.”