Revenge Of The Orphan Luna

Sold To A Monster

Selene’s POV

I spent three years at the orphanage and it was eventually my time to get adopted. My body was buried in scars, from my back down to my arms.

When I was asked to come out, I wore a sleeve, because the sight of seeing my wounded body wasn’t satisfying and I couldn’t make the director lose money.

He would kill me for it.

“Come in.”

I was brought in by the matron, she pushed me forward and took a step back, and the director stood up from his chair. “She’s a good fit and could do any work.”

He made emphasis on. “Work.”

“Look at her Gamma Gregory, she’s the perfect choice.”

I stared at the other man who was in the office, he was tall, with broad shoulders and hefty muscles, his head was bald and the look on his face was stern. His sleeves were rolled up to his arms, and they were both folded on his hard chest.

He cast a swift look at me. “She will do it.”

The director smiled and reached out for a document he kept on his desk, and pushed it towards him to sign.

I didn’t need anyone to tell me that I was being sold to this certain Gamma Gregory.

“You made the right choice.”

I was made to spin around in front of them and ushered out of the office. I went out with the matron to get my things from the dormitory. We never spoke about what happened for three years. She ignored me the whole time after I was released from prison and taken back to the door. I spent five nights there.

Every night I was whipped by a horsetail.

“Go in and get everything you need.”

“The Gamma will take you away immediately.”

“Who is he?”

“Don’t ask questions.”

“Can I at least know who he is?”

She rolled her eyes at me. “He’s the Gamma of Red Moon Pack, an honest loving family man, and he just needs a daughter, and your duty is to act as one.” She said dismissively. I wondered if she was being ignorant of the truth or being stupid.

An honest man wouldn’t be here, I sat behind those eyes, he wasn’t a good man, and never was his intention of wanting to get me.

“You don’t have to worry about anything, he’s married and only needs a daughter.” She insisted, “…and I want you to behave.”

“Now get your things.”

“I’m Gregory.” He said when I got back to him, and offered to take my bag from me. “I had to be stern with Director Carson in his office so he won’t take me for a fool, this is my first time being here.”

“Just call me Gregory,” He let me know where his car was parked, and he opened it. “Get in.”

I sat down in the backseat, my nervous system calmed, seeing how softly he spoke to me, and I stopped being anxious.

“What do you want to eat? I doubt you are well fed there, do you want me to stop at a restaurant so you can get something to eat?”

He stared at me when I was hesitating to speak, he touched my hand gently and I flinched. “It’s okay.” He whispered.

“Be free to talk to me, we are going to be family,” He smiled softly and let go of my hand, he closed the door and walked over to the driver’s seat.

“You can just take me home,” I said quietly and he nodded at me.

“I will take you home Selene.”

“I saw your name on the file, do you want to keep it, we can change your name if you want.”

“I want to keep it.”

He nodded and gave life to the car, he didn’t say anything else anymore, and I leaned on the seat letting out a deep breath. I couldn't believe I was leaving the orphanage.

I watched the gray building fade out behind me, and Gregory drove out into the main road.

I came down to his mansion, which was beautifully spacious, I had never been out of the orphanage for years and I barely recognized what home felt like.

He held my bag, “Welcome home, Selene.” He said sweetly.

Maybe my instinct was wrong and the matron was right, that the Gamma was a loving man, he hasn’t given me any reason to doubt him, and I started to think of living in this house as his daughter.

I had a whole room to myself in the house, the bed was soft and luxurious, the pink wardrobe was filled with clothes, the dressing table and a full-length mirror, and everything smelled so nice.

I ate the healthiest meal, and was dressed in a new outfit, but at night, I heard my door creaking open.

My lights were turned on, whoever came in thought I was asleep, I heard the tiptoe down to my bed.

The hand swept the covers off my body and touched my skin, callous and masculine. I gripped the bedsheet tightly, pretending that I was asleep.

His hand moved further from my legs down to my thighs, I kicked his face with my feet, and he groaned, I hurried to flick the lights on. My heart is pounding loudly in my chest.

“What is wrong with you?” He snarled.

“Gemma Gregory,” I called out in panic when the light came on, and I saw his face.

“Go back and lie down on the bed as the good girl that you are.”

“What are you going to do to me?”

His jaw tightened, and in two strides he closed the distance between us and grabbed my arm, forced me down to the bed, tore the upper layer of my dress off, and I was left with the linen. I screamed and bit his arms but it only made him angrier.

He pinned me down on the bed and set himself above me.

“You’re not the first s*x slave I’ve bought, and you’re not going to be the last.” He hit me on the face, his hand held my neck, my face was turning red, and I couldn’t breathe.

I tried hitting his arms, kicking, struggling to break free from his hold but he was too strong for me.

“What makes you think I spent so much money on you and we won’t have some fun?” He let go of my neck after he tied my hands above the bed, he held my legs and spread them apart, and tied them to each end of the bed.

“Please stop!” I cried.

He left the side of the bed and opened a drawer, he came back with a whip.

I never knew he kept that in there.

“After I’m done with you, I should probably resell you off or keep you to satisfy my urges, you’re more appealing than the other slaves I bought from Carson, and if I can’t keep you to myself, I will end your life right here.”

He had dropped his disguise, the mask that was on his face had come off, the devilish grin on the top of his lips when he claimed the bed again.

I let out a scream.

“Don’t please, “

“I’m begging you!”

He tore my clothes off my body, and I was naked before him. I struggled but I couldn’t move, my tears had soaked the bed.

I felt something surging up inside of me, growling, snarling, and I bare my teeth, and a painful cry escapes my throat. I grew bigger, my bones cracked, my chain on my wrist broke, and there was brown fur on my body.

I howled and jumped at him, took him out while he was still in shock, my wolf body was huge, bigger than any wolves I have seen.

Without notice my claws had struck his throat, blood splashing over my fur, the pink wall, and the bed, and he dropped dead in front of me.