The Lost Luna of King Lycan

Becca's point of view All I felt was rage flooded with bitter pain as tears streamed from my eyes and mixed with the blood dripping from every inch of my body. I was tied to a single bed, clenching my teeth and wishing I was dead. I looked disgusting, with the huge alpha digging his sharp claws into my back. “Ah!” I moaned in pain as I felt him move his claws and brutally tear my skin. “Shut up, damn it!” growled the huge wolf before lunging at the blonde woman next to him. On the other side, a red-haired girl was kneeling next to me, placing her breasts in the huge wolf's mouth, who was only using his hands to hurt me. The reality was that I was a powerful she-wolf who could easily break the ropes binding my limbs and kill everyone in that room. However, I couldn't do it. Mark wasn't just my mate, he was also an important alpha in the alpha council who only enjoyed watching me suffer as he forced me to watch him f**k countless omegas every night, while my she-wolf restrained herself from jumping on them and ripping their heads off for touching her male. Without thinking twice, the blonde's moans snapped me out of my trance when she knelt on the floor and opened her mouth to receive Mark's alpha seed. I wanted to look away, but a powerful voice filled my head and forced me to obey. “What the hell are you thinking, Becca? I want you to keep your eyes on me!” Mark shouted in a grotesque voice filled with lust. Damn it, my eyes immediately fell on his naked body, which was being groped by several omegas who sucked every part of his body while he rammed another she-wolf. My cheeks burned when one of the female wolves laughed out loud. “Oh, is Luna the b***h jealous? Don't you like seeing us enjoy your mate's delicious c**k?” she added as she reached for Mark's c**k and began to massage it, making him pant with excitement. It didn't take long for the laughter of the other wolves to echo throughout the room. “She's never tasted her partner's c**k. Maybe we should help her,” suggested a second she-wolf before licking Mark's c**k and moving closer to me to run her tongue over my mouth. When I felt that woman's tongue running over my face, I thought I would simply lose control and kill her. However, I just shook my head and growled as I felt the sting of her saliva on the wounds on my face. Seeing my reaction, Mark took a step towards me, grabbed my face, and forced me to look at him. “You're trash. I curse the moon goddess for making you my mate!” he announced, slamming my head against the bed until I felt dizzy. For a moment, my vision blurred as I felt a sharp pressure on my chest. I thought Mark had dug his claws into my chest, but when I looked down, I only saw my body turning pale. In an instant, intense pain spread throughout my body as my wolf emerged. I clenched my fists, feeling my bones break along with the ropes binding my hands and legs. But before I could transform, Mark gasped and, grabbing the damn bottle, forced me to take a couple of drops. “Go back to sleep, wolf!” he growled, staring at me with wide eyes. Almost immediately, the heat in my body disappeared and I returned to my submissive expression. “I told you to keep your she-wolf locked up! You're lucky you're my mate, otherwise I'd kill you,” he growled, grabbing me by the neck and lifting me up to throw me to the ground. I hit the floor with my knees as a moan of pain escaped my lips. In fact, in our pack, the blood of a predestined mate was the only thing that could save the life of their partner. However, for alphas, it was different: they could use their mate's blood to become more powerful and increase their healing abilities, and that was the only reason Mark had me under his command. Thinking about all this, I closed my eyes, hoping that time would pass more quickly, but the laughter of the female wolves returned when Mark climbed on top of each of them and f****d them in the most brutal way. *** I didn't know how much time had passed, I only know that when I opened my eyes again, the room was completely empty. With a snort, I got out of bed and looked at my scarred body. I wasn't ugly, despite being thin, my breasts were very large, as was my ass. My gray eyes were soft, and the dimples on my cheeks used to split into four when I smiled. With that in mind, a devilish laugh formed on my lips. I put on a dress and left the room silently. My thoughts were out of control; I wanted to cry and run away from that horrible herd, but I knew how powerful Mark was; he would find me under the rocks. Without thinking about anything else, I went deep into the forest until I came to a bar, where I approached the counter and ordered a double whiskey. I drank sip after sip until I felt the alcohol start to burn my throat and my mind began to clear. The reality was that the members of the pack had no idea what it was like to be the Luna of their pack. After all, I used to spend the whole day with a huge smile on my face, showing them how amazing it was to be the mate of their powerful alpha. Thinking about all that, I clenched the glass tightly and ordered another drink. Within seconds, a feeling of freedom washed over me as I took another sip and staggered across the bar. A mocking laugh echoed from my lips as I looked up and scanned the room. Luckily, everyone was immersed in their own world, just like me, in alcohol. At that moment, I was laughing my ass off. With a giggle, I raised a full glass and sighed, “Let's drink to this s**t,” I said, unable to hold the glass steady. But just as I was about to take a sip, a huge hand came down on the glass and pulled it away from my lips. “Well, that doesn't sound like a good toast,” said a deep, hoarse voice that suddenly came from behind me.