The wrong luna

Chapter 2

She shook her head, held the hem of her garment and tried to run off the altar but the 10 bodyguards had obstructed her path.

They were scary and made her petrified.

"Please... someone! Help me!!" She screamed attempting to break out.

"No! Don't come close! You aren't my groom!" She panics crying hard and begging.

Her yelp wasn't attended to as she felt trapped with him. He hadn't made a move as her voice tingles his ears.

He was trying hard to awaken his lone wolf.

He was relaxed, took a glimpse at his watch and stomp step by step to her.

"I forgot to mention love, they all work for me, the guests, the pretty bridesmaid, everyone you'd ever know"

He swirl the ring in his hand which he had worn himself, since the bride is still excited to see him.

"You world is incredible, all you have to do is buy their conscience with money" he compliments letting out a wry smile.

Her eyes scruntizes everyone effortless act, they seem to be enjoying the drama.

He could see how she struggles to pull off the ring but it wouldn't come off. Watching how pathetic, terrified, bewildered she was gladdens his heart.

"Aren't you excited for our honeymoon?" He coldly stated as he wrapped his arms her waist.

Her body leans on his broad chest as cold runs down her spine. His breath fans her face as her body melt at his constant gaze.

His eyes searching eyes as though they wish to pierce her soul for an answer.

"Let go of me!" She barks writhing from his hold.

"I know you missed me, I'm here now" he teases kissing her cheek.

Angrily, she spits on his face, his arms were covered with blood from her palm.

"I don't even know you! You got the wrong person, please just stay away from me" She bluntly confesses as he chuckles. Her body yanks on him as she struggles.

"You sure know how to turn me on"

He wipes her saliva off his face and sucks his fingers making her disgusted.

His eyes gestured to one of the first bodyguard. quickly this bodyguard stabbed her with an injection. He took her in his arms and walked away.

***

She flinches jerking from the bed. The florescent lights were blinding and it took a while for her eyes to get a lucid picture of an off-white curtain.

Waking up with a spitting headache, she rubs her head and felt her palm heavy. Her eyes caught sight of bandage rolled on it.

The last thing she recalls was seeing a stranger who claims to be her husband. She wishes none of this was real.

More adrenaline pumps inside of her as she felt feeble and slothful to rise on the bed. She couldn't understand what was happening yet.

To worsen it, she hated her body for feeling mousey around him.

She shifted her eyes to her body, she was putting on a nightgown. She was agape, bemused.

Her hands held firmly the blanket on her as she gasped wondering if a honeymoon took place as he said.

She tried to feel if her p***y was sore, her hands touched her body if there were any scratches or marks.

Satisfied that nothing happened last night, she climb down the bed and began to search for a phone to call the cops but it was to no avail.

She had to muster up courage and stay strong to find home again and see her true groom.

Forgetting about a phone, she raced to the window.

The first thing that has crossed her mind was escaping his claws before he sneaks out on her.

She wouldn't bare witness to him having s*x with her. He must be a drunk, who has abducted her.

She was in a haste, peeping to and fro if he was somewhere near.

Considering the heights, she ties the bed spread and blankets together until it forms a rope.

She pulled out the pin which held her hair in one piece, put it between her lips just for defense.

She threw the created rope down and shoved her face towards the door only to him sitting on the couch.

He was holding a newspaper and sipping a mug of coffee. How long have he been watching her and how comes she didn't notice his presence?

"You might consider the fall" he coldly considers engrossed in his reading. He didn't take a glimpse at her.

She ignores him pointing a pin at him. It was quite a distance between her as she pressed her back on the window, contemplating on which part of her body might be injured.

"You can kill yourself, but don't forget, I will drag your soul from hell just to be with me"

He snarls and before she blinks an eye, he had appeared in front of her, leaning her over to the window.

This pathetic woman points the pin to his throat as they exchanged breath.

"You're a psychopath, I don't even know who you are and what do you want from me!" she snarls trying her best to pierce him on the throat but held her hand.

He was annoyed by her statement, the fantasy she showed around him then was an act to take all his power.

Does she know how he had to start from the scratches again to build an empire. How she became his nightmare and biggest revenge plan?

He had also that feeling called love for her but then, he doubts if it exists again. Staring at her, he decided to break the intense silence between them.

"First, you used a sword and now it's a pin, doctor" he mocks grabbing her hair and dragging her to the bed.

"Let's see how you escape this!" He queries as she squirm on the bed, breathing hard. The pin had accidentally pierce her arm.

She barely knows what he was talking about. His statement only made her anxious and f**k! She hates anything relating to a medical field.

She winced crawling to climb down before he tries anything naughty.

However, his body had overshadowed her, pinning her to the bed, he tried not to put all his weight on her.

He snuggles her neck, kissing her all over the face as she losing control of her breath. Her hand held his shoulders trying to pushing away.

This woman only wasted her energy. She felt trapped and timid, as his hotness simmers through the gown she wore.

Her legs curved high as she shook underneath him. She couldn't even understand the sensation she was feeling at that moment.

She moans softly as he kisses her cleavage which pop out of her nightgown.

He widens her curved legs, jolting her closer to himself.

Her p***y rub against his c**k which was concealed in his pant.

She could see he wants to have s*x without her consent. She owes her body and no man.

His tongue licks her thighs and he made sure she stared at him.

"Please stop!" She pleads as he gruesomely tore her underwear.

"You changed me remember?" He points out as she freak out, shaking her head. What does he not understand?

She doesn't know him!

Her body was trembling as his eyes had suddenly become mauve. She was scared as those eyes made her realize that he wasn't even human.

She never wanted to experience the fact that another man would take her virginity away.

He rip off her gown, glaring at her nude skin, he was almost not in control. He was hungry to give her his mark, sucking her neck and inhales her scent.

However, a part of him felt something awkward, her skin, perfectly toned and having no scars.

Possibly, surgery covered that up.

He missed scooping her body on his. He still had his clothes on and he willingly wanted her to taste his beast, his wrath and revenge.

He knew her fears, having s*x with him, having him around her, the sight of him.

His claws digs into her flesh and she screeches.

"Stop! You're hurting" She whimpers staring into his eyes as she was soaked with her tears.

She'd prefer dying than having a stranger have s*x with her or claim her as his.

He let out his fang grow larger but then suddenly ceased as his eyes became normal.

He was panting profusely as he saw her sobbing as she tried to cover her naked skin from his peering eyes.

She was covered in sweat, while her arm bleeds. Her heart raced.

He jerked her up from the bed as he quickly took an ice bag.

"You can't bleed to yet, I'm to make you do that" he whispers as goosebumps held her.

It was as though he was prepared, as he took a first aid box and drew it closer to her.

He forcefully took her arm and she winced. He applied ointment to her bruise and eyes her.

"You're still clumsy as always" he said lurking her fingers with her and her eyes fell on the ring.

From the scenerio so far, she understood something, that he was after someone and must have mistook her for that someone.

"What if you got the wrong girl?" She mutters as he placed a bandage on that place.

He scoffed and raised his eyes to meet hers. She felt lost in those eyes as it aroused a sensation she wasn't liking.

"I never make a mistake, love" he said gazing at her and tightening his grip on her injured arm.

She cried as he was inflicting pain in that area. What was wrong with him? He didn't seem like one who'd let go either.

"What do you want from me" she wails as she tried to break out of his hold but keeps falling back to his body.

"You, visenna, just you"

He was staring to her eyes, she felt it, the desperation, the pain, the grief, the hate. All were visible and it was for her, the woman he seeks for.

Her world stopped as she flutters her eyes at him, his words seems to have captured her heart.

However, she wasn't the visenna he sought for.