The Luna He Broke Was Never Weak!

Thunder ripped through the air, a loud clash that made windows start rattling, and flashes of lights spilling in, highlighting the pure— unadulterated disgust in Valerius Vortan eyes. The sound synced in time with the loud sound of skin against skin, a slap so unexpected to Vanya it made her vision blur. Vanya stood in the center of it all, head snapped to the side, eyes wide in shock, a silent red mark already blooming across her cheek. Her mind— A maze of thoughts, suddenly went blank. “From this moment onward, we are no longer bound together.” His words landed heavy, an arm already wrapped tight around her half sister. It had all happened even before she could process it. One moment she was smiling and offering guests drinks, and the next? The woman’s head was lowered, lips trembling and a sympathetic look on her face. Even though, below that look was one of full pleasure. Slowly, deliberately—Vanya turned her head, her eyes remained wide, it almost looked like they were about to enter her sockets. “What… did you just say?” Her words were slow, carefully picked out as if not to anger him any further. After years of showing him nothing but constant love, years of watching him afar, hoping one day, he’d turn back and look at her, years of feeling pain because she wanted him to accept her as she was… And yet, he had still chosen her half sister?! Vanya felt her chest tighten, a silent heat building up, a heat she wished had never come. “I see no reason as to why I should still stay mated to an Omega,” he paused, delaying his words further before finishing. “it is pathetic. It is a shame, because you are half of what your mother was.” The words came out as a cold sneer, a stab to the heart. “What?” Vanya was completely lost and murmurs soon erupted. Some whispered behind their fans, others whispered openly. “It is one thing to treat her own blood badly, and it is another to try to kill her.” One of the nobles spoke in a hushed voice. “I heard SHE was the cause of her own mother’s death.” Another whispered with a slight snicker. “It seems she just has it in her blood to kill.” says a lady in fine silk and golden jewels. “I know you hate me, Vanya, but it is not my fault, Valerius… he, he made this decision on his own accord.” Seraphina chipped in, clinging further onto his arm with her face buried. Vanya’s eyes scrambled with a frantic desperation, looking for a place to land and looking for someone to help beg, but the words, no— everything seemed lost. Her gut twisted with something, rage and another thing. “What?!” Vanya’s tone raised, taking on one that seemed close to desperation. “What are you talking about?! Valerius! She is mad! I would never do anything to harm he-” “Mad?” Valerius cut off, stepping forward slightly. “You are the mad one here, Vanya. Were you that desperate for attention that you would even go as far as to poison her?” He c****d his brow, his tone losing it edge and gaining something far worse. Indifference. A lack of effort in having even a conversation. As if he were dealing with a child, rather than his own mate. Then, the pain ripped through her and a heat worse than that of blue flames surged deep in her chest. “A-argh!” Vanya roared, collapsing to her knees as she gripped painfully at her chest, her vision blurring as the world tilted on its axis, her body felt like it was losing all its strength. This was an effect that took place right after one's mate canceled the bond. The males hardly experience such pain, due to being trained for it, due to being born Alpha’s. “Ughhh!” She fell onto her side, tears already streaming down her cheeks and into the deep of her ears, her other hand weakly coming out to grab his leg. “Valerius… P-please stop this.” She choked out with her eyes already pleading as the pain intensified. People averted their gaze, no one was willing to help and as her sobs grew weaker, they turned into a desperate need for air. Imagine being burnt alive, but from the inside, deep in your chest— a pain that lasted for minutes, as if someone poured something that felt painfully a far cry from a volcano onto your chest. Eating away at your very being— your very soul, and she felt it slowly, painfully tearing her apart. Some said it was much worse than death. Why? Because when you die you no longer feel pain. In fact you just feel nothing, you stay in a void where you float until your faith has been decided, by the Lord God. But unlike that process, you feel everything. *Death* is not something you can rely on, *Death* is not something that would come to you just because you begged for it. Most people died from it, those whom were not strong enough, those who had no reason to fight for life. Her grasp loosened on Valerius’s leg, her eyes rolling back as she felt life slowly slipping away from her hands, then she passed out. Valerius stared at her for a while. She had returned to a little wolf. Fur white, paws blackened, nose sharp, and eyes? Well they were closed shut. Her breathing was there, but faint. If one had seen her, they would have most likely sort her dead and walked away. “My lord, what next do we do?” One of his servants moved towards him, eyes still fixed on the small figure. “Throw her in the woods. She will live,” he commanded, then turned away with Seraphina still clinging onto him. The servant bowed and signaled for other servants to help carry the body, and after going through the gates and entering the woods, a soft ‘THUD’ was heard. “To think she is the moon goddess daughter?” One of the servants said, a light scoff escaping his lips as he turned and they began walking away. “Lord Valerius, showed mercy this time.” Another chipped in, hands already coming to rest on his hips while his head swayed left and right with utter disappointment. “Ha-ha, how are you so certain she is even the real one? I mean, it is a said thing that the moon goddess only brings Luna's into her family. There is no way she is the real . . .” Their words cut off as they got further into the distance, only leaving an indistinct chatter and a blur of three figures. Vanya’s body was limp against the snow, the rain had seized long ago, her eyes opening weakly, it felt as if all her energy had been drained, reverting her back into such a weak, pathetic state. *Seraphina You…* She thought to herself, but at this point, even thinking felt like her strength was draining. Then just as she was about to close her eyes and accept her fate, she caught someone’s feet in front of her. It was a quick movement she even failed to notice. The snow buried their footwear, but they wore a long coat and a bird mask. “Poor thing... Abandoned by your pack?” The voice that came was slightly distorted, but easy to make out words. The person shook their head, a way to show pity? To show concern? But it was all hard to make out now and the only thing Vanya felt was the warmth of the person’s hand softly rubbing her, their fingers treading into her fur. Then they straightened up and took off the hood to the coat. Their hair was… Red? Her mind completely blanked out now, that was her last thought. Then the person took off the bird mask and exhaled through their mouth. …A man. ~*~*~ Vanya jolted awake, she had gone back to her human form, probably because she had gotten strength. Last she could remember, she was framed… Seraphina framed her; saying she wanted to poison her, Valerius—Whom already hated her, took great offense to this and… and?! Vanya stood up from the bed in a panic and rushed to a mirror, her back— once baring the mark of someone who had been mated was now gone. She let out a shaky exhalation, her body began trembling from rage? Fear? Both? She could nit tell. “No this… it is meant to be there.” She checked again, this time with more urgency, but no, it was gone, and probably for good. “Valerius, how could you?” Her fists clenched, something brewed and it was something she could not name. Then she thought back to before she had passed out, the pain, the worlds of those lowlifes that barely lived off their earnings and there was someone, by their build she could make out it was a man. Was he the one who brought her here? Or perhaps she was imagining things? No, if so, then how did she end up here? Surely she had passed out, she could not even have stood, so how much more came here? Vanya paused and actually looked around her surroundings. The walls were built purely of stones, not the rich kind but the hand-me-down kind, like they have been deprived of life. Not like the usual kind at the Manor she had once been in, but then again, thinking back to that place left a dull ache in her chest. Then— the curtain that covered the door pushed open to the side. A tall man with red hair, brown eyes and a sharp jaw walked in. He held the bird mask in one hand, while the other still held the curtain open. Vanya turned, their gaze locked for a moment. His—cold and devoid of warmth and hers—confused with a mix of hurt and weakness behind it. The man stepped in fully, setting aside the mask and coat on a wooden table. It had become bright out, so she got a clearer look at his face, and there—sat a big scar that started from the very top of his eyebrow down to the bottom of his eye. “Ah, I see you have finally woken Daughter of the moon goddess. Vanya Draven.”