Broken Eternal Bonds

CHAPTER 2: CURSES AND FIRST REBIRTH

LANA POV

As the world faded away, I felt an inexplicable weightlessness, as if my very essence was untethered from its rightful vessel.

"Is this it? Is this death?" I asked into nothingness, a part of me wishing for an answer.

"Have I finally paid for the crimes of those who I've wronged?" My voice echoed carrying with it agitation as there was no answer once again.

"Am I finally going to face death itself?" I asked once more, yet all I still hear is the deafening silence.

Colors blended and twisted in a cosmic dance, and a gentle pull drew me towards an unknown destination. It was both scary and disorienting, like being caught in a whirlwind of sensations beyond comprehension.

Gradually, a new reality embraced me. I sensed unfamiliar limbs, the heartbeat of a different rhythm, and a kaleidoscope of emotions flooding my consciousness. The world unfolded in a spectrum of unfamiliar hues, and then realized I was reborn into another body.

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"Cara, cara, cara…!" I was jerked up from a state of unconsciousness when a rough hand grabbed my neck forcefully, choking me in the process. Blood rushing to my heart, I kicked haphazardly, aiming at whatever after all my eyes were in a way still closed. I finally kicked something hard and the hand released me, giving out a painful growl.

"You bitch." An unfamiliar male voice said,

I thought I was free as I gasped for air, but felt a hard slap on my face enough to make me feel dizzy.

My hair was harshly grabbed when a dark satin like cloth was removed from my optics, squinting my eyes I saw the perpetrator glaring down at me with a dark smile on his face.

It's hard enough I'm being abused and beaten just before I awoke but where am I and whose body does this belong too 'cause I'm a thousand percent sure my name isn't Cara.

Confusion gripped me as I looked to be in an unknown cage or rather dungeon that seemed both foreign and hostile. The sting of the earlier slap cut deep on my cheeks, making me vulnerable in this unknown body as blood ticked down from the opening. Emotions collided within me – fear, frustration, and a desperate need for clarity.

"You're ignoring me now, huh?" He spat, as I tried scampering into a corner in fear. I felt a sharp pain on my stomach. This man had kicked me, and he did nonstop until someone from behind admonished him.

"Edward, stop it this instance!" The voice booms with authority, and an old lady emerges from the door walking in with a cane, reprimanding the burly, bald man. She didn't seem any different from this man because I could feel a darker aura oozing off her, and that made me cower in horror as I saw the man shiver too.

She walked up to me with a tight expression, each step she took with her cane made a sound that made me grovel even more.

"Hello, Cara." She called me with a crooked smile, as Edward hastily grabbed a seat for her to sit right in-front of me before leaving us like a coward. Finally.

"Are you feeling good, today?" She sweetly asked with her wrinkled face, and I did anything but answer her with a stiff nod because the underlying tone behind that question was enough to make me sick.

"Good. So down to business," she spoke, her demeanor turning cold, "would you like to explain what happened last night?"

"I don't unders–" The sharp tip of her cane swiped across my other cheek as blood slowly spilled down the other.

"Cara, I would ask again, what happened last night?"

"I swear I d–" another strike from her spiteful cane across her previous spot, and this time it stings a lot.

More strikes poured down from her at my failing attempt to give a pleasing answer.

Who's this old wench?

Another strike

What's going on?

Is this what has become of me in this body?

Another strike

Is this my new life?

I expected another strike as I peered through my half swollen eyes only to see her looking at me with doubt.

"You do tell the truth," She said, answering her unasked question. She eyed me intently searching for any thread of untruthfulness, as the silence stretched between us, my ears could pick up screams of people in agony in the nearby cells, and my heart raced at what sort of torture they were going through, or if I might be next.

"I'm sure you wonder how you ended up here," She scoffs before adding, "although it does bring out your skin." She cackled loudly, having my marred skin rise in disgust.

"Where do I begin…" She pondered, a contemplative silence lingered, as if she couldn't resist the urge to share a revelation with me like a child.

"Oh, I know." She declared with a devilishly broad smile playing on her lips.

"Your story began as the daughter of some rogue werewolves, found at the outskirts of our pack– The Blood Moon Pack, when some of our warriors were patrolling the borders. You did home chores, and other things while growing seeing that we couldn't abandon you.

Then got your wolf at the age of 16, when we found out you were an omega, the lowest rank which we expected since you were always weak and useless just like the other omegas. The Moon goddess being on your side gave you a mate, but you were so stubborn and foolish you rejected him. Thank Goddess he hadn't marked you.

He did have his way with you one fateful night and in you was an heir. But so adamant about it you tried to run and that caused the Alpha to snap, and out of anger killed the baby. You were declared fruitless, since your womb was severely damaged by the accident, a barren Luna with no hope of ever having or carrying a child ever again. You cried, begging to be killed and last night you finally succeeded in poisoning yourself and meeting your maker." She finished indifferently, her voice laced with deceit as I could feel my wolf, Cara's wolf stirring in me.

Flashes of Cara's life were shown to me in pieces and shards. I could see how she was harshly forced into mating with Felix. I could see how she declined every time he tried to make a move on her. I could see how he r***d her one night. I could see how he sleeps with pack maids as he screws them right in-front of her while being tied to a chair, a way to torture Cara and break her down being she was always fighting back.

I could see all the cruelty he subjected Cara too, and to his Pack members, was he not only terrible to them but callous. He was a wicked and heartless Alpha who doesn't care about the welfare of his pack people and this old wench sitting here is just as evil given she's his mother and aided every wrong thing he did.

It felt like I was there, felt every pain and suffering, and it made my blood boil just as much. But I was weak and would somehow meet the same fate.

"My son was devastated when he heard of your demise, but I was so excited. I found an eligible woman for him who was willing to be his mate despite not being his fated, and now she's carrying his baby, my grandchild, and it all happened within 24 hours of you being gone. I knew you were ill fated and a setback the moment I saw you, however, because of you my son would finally reach his potential as the true alpha of this pack. I just came here to offer my thanks, Cara."

"It's a miracle you're back though I would've advised you to stay had back but you're here and I must welcome you. My son does not know of your existence, however since you're no longer needed to be his Luna, I guess the pack warriors could have a taste of what they've always wanted, if you know what I mean." She smiled sinisterly, and my heart clenched as rounds of men walked in through the cell gate with Edward being the leader. They were lust filled. One could smell the heavy stench of pheromones surrounding them.

"Please, don't do this to me." I begged my voice filled with terror as it has almost given out. I had no strength in me to fight back as I stayed on the floor all filthy and bloody soaked.

"Boys, have some fun, and try not to leave too much damage." She stood up, leaving me to my demise, locking the gate to the cell behind her. All eyes locked on mine with a lust filled gaze, looking like dogs in heat ready to pound.

Please, I tried begging without words,

"I have always wanted to have a taste of you, pretty girl," One of them said, a giant, stepping out and knelt down as he parted my legs, exposing myself to him. Deliciously licking his lips, "I'll f**k you so hard, you'd wish you were never born."

As I said earlier I have no ounce of energy left to do anything but to let them. All hopes lost and it wasn't up to a day of inhabiting this body.

My mind wandered off too wherever, they took turns, having me for their sickening pleasure.

Emma, is this what you meant – For every rejection, a pain ten times worse shall unfold,

In each life anew, your story untold.

Is this what the curse meant?

How much suffering would l have to endure?

I might not have met Cara's mate but I do feel this string of a broken bond between her and Felix. I do feel her pain and I'm sure she went through worse than what I'm going through now. A fallen Luna now reduced to nothing.

Black dots painted my sight once again, slipping into a deep darkness with one thought in my head.

How many more times would I be reborn?