Revenge Of A Sold Luna

Chapter One: Sold

“You will rot in hell Karl” Leila swore angrily as she took in her surroundings, after leaving her without food for three days and binding her with the purest silver they could find, he had finally taken her out by dawn and while they traveled, she had been blindfolded .

“Don’t be so quick to send me Rayson” he scoffed back as he looked around the meeting room, a bit of anxiety appearing on his usually cold face. A figure stepped out from the dark corridors.

“You can leave here, our Alpha would provide due diligence to you.” His words made a smile bloom on Karl’s face while Leila just scoffed and hid the deep-seated fear in her heart.

For her, the past three days had been her worst days. She wanted nothing more than to get her father back alive and yet, there was nothing she could do. There were just two names on her head and they were Alpha Dante and Karl.

Karl was guided out of the room while the young man that had stayed shrouded in the darkness also disappeared, leaving Leila alone in the huge living room.

Her blue ball dress had several tears already and looked nothing like its past beauty, but that was, of course, the last thing on her mind.

“Rumors of your beauty are indeed true. You seem to have gotten even more attractive since I last saw you, Leila Dalton.” Dante said as he strode into the living room, his eyes glimmering as he took in her scared and yet still attractive figure.

“Alpha Dante”, Leila called out, or more like spat, she would have sworn that the name tasted just as bitter as she was at the moment.

“I’m honored you know me. Your father has been the most protective he could.” His voice was gloating, something that Leila could not understand.

“From now on, Leila, you will be my woman, my slave and personal plaything. Anything I decide to do with you would of course be seen as only normal. Do you understand?”

"Get your filthy eyes away from me!" she yelled angrily, doing her best to move away from him.

He stared at her for the longest time, so much like he was trying to see through her very being, then he stole a lock of her hair, causing her to jolt for a bit.

“The last person that dared to use such a tone on me didn’t die with a complete body.” He said icily, watching her squirm in slight fear while still trying her best to have some certain amount of bravado.

"You haven't been with a man before, have you?" A smirk ran across his chiseled face as quickly as her blush, which was all the answer he needed.

"Now this just became very interesting..." He said with a cocky smirk that disappeared the moment she slapped his hand away. "Don't touch me!"

"You...you are the reason my pack....my home...everything I ever loved is gone because of you!"

His eyes raked over her, then he chuckled. "Am I supposed to apologize?" He scoffed, combing back his black hair with his fingers.

"I gave your Father a peaceful option, he refused it...and before I could even get to him he had fled like a coward to death at the hand of his own warriors..." He tipped up her chin with his fingers.

"I didn't destroy your pack...it practically destroyed itself while I was close enough to front seats to watch the show," he added as he increased the pressure his hands had on her chin.

Leila could feel those annoying tears stinging at the back of her eyes, then something that should have struck her earlier finally came to her mind. "They were the ones that brought me to you, right?"

"Isn't that already pretty obvious?" He asked, c*****g his eyebrow. "You should have seen how eager they all were to sell you off," He cupped his mouth.

"Loyalty at its finest, I have to say, being sold by people that you saw as family..."

Leila was completely speechless at that moment. His hand came to her again, but this time it was on the hem of her gown.

"I decided to reward them by also making them my slaves as well..."

‘As well?’

He saw the question in her eyes as his hands came to her bare thigh. "Yes, from now on, Leila Rayson, you are now my personal plaything."

"Alpha Dante," A voice pierced through his door and he groaned.

"Is it time for the meeting already?"

"Yes, Alpha Dante," the voice replied curtly.

"It seems that I'll have to reschedule our play date,"

Leila glared at him while hot tears ran down her cheeks. This was no way she had imagined her eighteenth birthday and transformation. Perhaps because of the hurt she was feeling, she couldn’t feel her wolf or any connection to it at the very least.

“You would not look at your master in such a way, little slave” Dante said as he pinched her cheeks quite fiercely. As soon as he let go of her, he stretched his hand out into the dark and a linen handkerchief which he used to clean his hands immediately.

“Take her in to be cleaned properly. I’ll see to her when I get back.” Dante said and squeezed her thigh one last time, before leaving the room. Leila finally healed her leg with only one thought in her mind.

Without another word, Leila was led into the inner chambers of Dante’s home.

“Who is this?” a young lady who seemed to be in her early twenties intercepted them, her gaze on Leila completely unfriendly.

“Master asked us to take her to the inner chambers, she’s from the pack of the new hostages” the man leading ahead said the last part of his words. However, this roused Leila’s interest. Hostages?

“No hostage from the nightblood clan should be taken to a room. Take her to the dungeons Stone. I will let Dante know that it was on my orders.” She said firmly and walked off. Stone glanced at her departing back and then at Leila before changing their direction.

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“So you did all that for a trip to Dante's prison?” Leila said icily, her whole person unrestrained regardless of the dirty walls and the stink that served as proof that several lives had spent their last moments in this very place.

"I'm so sorry I thought I was making the best choice for my family, but now I don't think I'm ever even going to see them again," Karl said, as he was in tears.

“Please forgive me," he added, his whole ambiance completely different from what he had been some minutes ago. The transformation was so vast that Leila would have laughed hard at him if she wasn’t in so much pain.

Leila bit her lip as she looked at him with disgust. “Do you have any idea what you bastard did?”

“My father had taken you as his child, his son and even his heir. See just how you paid him back.” Her voice was icy and low, her eyes glaring daggers at him.

"I mean it..." He went on. "I...I was an orphan...your parents practically raised me when my extended family practically tossed me away-"

"And you repaid them by killing them.

His head fell. "I don't know what else to say, b-but I can do anything for you to forgive me..."

She knew that he might be of use to her, so she held back the urge to bash his head in.

“You can start earning my forgiveness by helping me out of this hole,"

He sucked in a sob and wiped his tears. "I...I don't want to discourage you, Leila, but this place is one of the most heavily guarded dungeons of all the packs...the only way to escape is death,"

She paused, looking at him, her mind clouded with thought.

"In that case..." She said in a monotone voice.

"I'll need you to kill me."