Rebirth Of The Moon Goddess

Rogues

Yusria desperately stumbled through the trees and plunged into the river. The cold water made her gasp in surprise, but she had no choice other than to steel her heart.

Getting out was not an option.

Her warm breath fanned her face as she relentlessly beat at the black whirlpool to keep herself afloat.

It's been three days since she left the Setting Dawn Pack and, contrary to her expectations, the pack sent a group of warriors to hunt her down. Three days on the run had her drained and exhausted to the point where she was close to giving up and surrendering herself.

Her body ached all over and her muscles felt too sore to move. Her rations ran out a day ago and, aside from the cold and damp caves she occasionally came across, she had nowhere to take shelter from the dangers of the woods.

Once, she accidentally entered a snake den and escaped with three bites. If it wasn't for the knowledge of wild herbs she gained in her previous life as Luna, then she would've already met the God of Death.

This stream was her last strand of hope. Yusria prayed with all her might the currents would carry her into human civilization, or at least a place where she could let her guard down for a brief moment of rest and food.

Because even now when she was at her wit's end, she was unwilling to return.

Fast and swift, the strong currents battered against her frail figure as they ruthlessly flung her from side to side and plunged her downstream. Ancient trees, mountainous landscapes, and meandering lake streams marking pack borders zoomed past her blurry vision.

With an unexpected lurch, her figure plunged down a steep slope.

"Ahhhhhh!"

Her frightened shriek barely had time to pierce through the roaring current before her vision went dark.

Whip!

Whip!

"Move it! Move it! Otherwise, we'll rip your throats out for making Alpha Raguor wait!"

"Stop dragging your feet! No one's going to save you!"

"Haha! Who would be dumb enough to go against Alpha Raguor's packs for nobodies like you?"

Whip!

Yusria stifled another scream, the searing pain from the barbed whip drawing blood as it left her skin. She blindly stumbled forward, anxious to draw a distance from the savage whip of the ruthless rogue, and bumped into the similarly bound female in front of her.

"You bi**h! Watch it!"

Thin and scarred with multiple lacerations and whip lashes running along her bare back and shoulders, the female viciously shoved her back towards the rogue. The rogue unhesitantly lashed his whip again with a mirthful expression.

Whip!

Hissing in pain, Yusria held her arm and shuffled forward. This time, she maintained a distance from the other female and she kept her head down.

"Keep moving! If we fail to return to the Blood Moon Pack before sunset, you'll see what Alpha Raguor is capable of!"

Captured and bound with silver chains, Yusria and the over a hundred females stumbled over their feet as they were unkindly ushered through the rocky landscape like a pack of sheep.

The male rogues, minions of the savage and brutal Alpha Raguor, leader of the rogue packs, were Gamma scouts sent out to capture females from the surrounding packs. Mean and vicious, their vile reputation resounded in the packs outside the Eastern Lykan Empire.

As banished wolves exiled from their own packs for their heinous deeds and vicious acts, they neither had mates nor knew what treasuring the opposite s*x meant. In their eyes, the she-wolves had only one use and that was to mate with them to vent the heat and frustration in their bodies to their hearts' content.

As such, they treated the captured she-wolves like slaves, r****g them once the sun sunk, forcing them to cook at the first morning light, and whipping them once the sun rose in the middle of the sky.

"En..s...stop..."

A frail female with a charming appearance moaned with a pained expression as the large hand of the mean and scarred leader of the scout pack entered her blouse. Yusria trembled and thanked the stars for her unpleasant appearance. Even though her prayers to drift into a human territory had gone unanswered, she was lucky enough to land in a rotten swamp.

After she gained consciousness beside a dirty stream in the early afternoon, the first thought to enter Yusria's mind was to hide out of sight. The Setting Dawn Pack was still chasing her and until she settled into a new pack that would protect her, she could not rest easy. So with great exertion, she dragged her battered body and entered the nearby forest to seek cover from prying eyes. But she ended up falling into a swamp hole after only walking a few steps.

Hungry and exhausted, Yusria was barely able to crawl out of the slimy hole before she could pass out from the rancid stench. And it was exactly at this time while she had laid on her back breathless, covered in the foul odor and dark smear of a slimy substance that the pack of rogue wolves found her.

"Jake, look at this one. She has a nicely shaped figure. What do you say we stop for a little bit of rest?"

Yusria shivered and clenched her fists. The rogue standing behind her was lewdly eyeing her as he hollered at the Gamma. Even though she smelled foul and rotten, it seemed the drying mud wasn't enough to cover her well-defined facial features anymore.

"Alpha Raguor is expecting our return before sunset today. We can't stop for any reason. Now, keep moving!"

The Gamma threw a threatening glare at his comrades before returning to messaging the she-wolf's chest with an inebriated expression.

Yusria released the breath she had been holding and increased her pace. She didn't want to be anywhere near the Gamma who suddenly had his sights set on her.

In such a manner, the group of over a hundred and seventy trekked through the meandering rocky paths, and crossed a few shallow streams, in a somewhat orderly fashion.

The occasional grunts of male rogues jerking off their hands and painful groans of females filled the air. Ruthless whipping, starvation, and overstimulation of unwanted groping shattered the females' lost spark of rebellion and defiance.

By the time they finally saw the rogue pack's territory, over half of the females had vacant eyes and were close to passing out.

"The Scout Team is back! They are back! Haha...so many females! With these many females at our disposal, this time, no male would be left hanging!"

With a loud howl, a pack of overbearing male wolves charged into view.