The Scorned Luna Lives Again!

Chapter Three

**Contains triggers of SA**

Ashlyn woke up in a strange room, it wasn't lacking in utilities but there was no scent to it. Not even of the pack. It felt cold and desolate, like some kind of gilded cage.

She hissed when she sat up, the wounds from Marcus's claws stung with every movement. Painfully reminding her of his ultimate betrayal. Fresh tears of anger fell down her face as everything still swirled her mind. She couldn't reach anyone in the pack, everyone had put their walls up and left her feeling more isolated. Probably by Marcus's decree.

Carefully she looked around the room. It was spacious and everything was high quality, at least he put some care into this prison, Ashlyn thought to herself as her fingers grazed some books on a shelf. There were books and things to entertain her but no way to communicate with anyone.

Feeling drained she sat back on the plush bed, her heart still broken by everything that happened. Her mind was a swirl of emotions. It was difficult to think properly so she simply fell back onto the bed and tried to fall asleep. Hoping this was all just a long, vivid, nightmare.

Much to her dismay though she some a few hours later. The same throbbing pain and luxury prison.

Ashlyn was surprised out of her self loathing by a knock on the door. Hey blood ran ice cold as Lily unlocked the door and sauntered in, Marcus's scent still lingering on her. It made Ashlyn's stomach churn and made her wolf howl in pain but Ashlyn kept her face composed, her eyes narrowed and her tone cold.

"Lily...to what do I owe this displeasure?"

Lilly smirked, giving Ashlyn a little pout. "Awww... Does seeing me upset you sister dear?" Her tone was sickly sweet and mocking as she walked around the room, a cruel smirk on her face. "I didn't think he'd really vanish you here... To this cast away villa... To think he still loves you this much." Lily grinned as Ashlyn stiffened at the word love.

Love. Ashlyn thought bitterly. She didn't believe he ever loved her, not truly, not after everything he's done. Perhaps his wolf wanted his mate but Marcus was an adulterous prick. There was no such thing as love in his world. Wanting to possess someone isn't love.

She scoffed at her sister, "you say it so casually... He must love you just as much then for you to feel so confident in front of me."

Lily's expression turned cold, a splash of irritation in her eyes but she just grinned.

"I don't need his love, sister dear... I just need his money and power. He's a strong alpha with good money, how could I resist?" Her cruel grin made Ashlyn's skin crawl.

She had a hand in her own nephews death and stole a married man for something as superficial as money and status. It made her blood boil but before she could react Marcus's beta, Belial, came into the room. He stood by Lily, trying to seem more intimidating than he was.

He wasn't very tall or particularly bulky, standing only at 5ft 9 he was considered scrawny by shifter standards. He was greasy looking with his short brown hair always gelled down, poorly designed tattoos on his arms and his mossy green eyes that always tried to exude a sense of superiority over everyone. The same eyes that always looked at Ashlyn with contempt, despite the difference of status as she was an alpha female and he was barely a beta. He grinned in a sickening way, enjoying her fall from grace.

"How are you feeling today, Luna?" The world rolled off his tongue with condescention.

Ashlyn ignored him, as she often did in the past but this time she didn't Have Marcus by her side and Belial knew it. He slapped her hard enough to knock her off the bed. Her face searing hot from the shock and pain.

She looked at him, her ruby eyes a blaze with fire but before she could Lynne at him he hit her again before holding her in place, giving Lily an opportunity.

Lily smiled as she pulled out a small dark purple vial and as she opened it the scent hit Ashlyn like a ton of bricks. Wolfsbane. Lily didn't just play a part in the death of her baby she masterminded it. Before Ashlyn could break free and tear her apart Lily poured the contents of the vial down her throat and forced her to swallow.

The taste was bitter and metallic on her tongue. Burning every cell of her body as it worked it's way through her system. Leaving her weak and vulnerable.

Belial chuckled darkly as Ashlyn slumped against him, barely able to breathe. "That's fast acting stuff there babe" he missed as he roughly threw Ashlyn aside. The impact sending shockwaves of pain through her body but she bit back the screams and the tears. She refused to let them hear her misery.

Lily smirked as he dug a stilleto heel into Ahlyns leg and twisted forcefully, trying to get a sound out of her. She giggled as she saw the silent tears down Ashlyn's cheeks. Her voice mockingly sweet.

"Don't blame me dear sister. Being Luna suits me better. Don't you think?" She giggled as Belial began kicking Ashlyn. Every hit sending waves of searing pain through Ashlyn until she cried out. Pleading for it to stop.

Lily just googled more as she grabbed her sister's hair and looked at her face to face, the crystal blue of Lily's eyes full of dark pleasure at Ashlyn's misery said it all. This was only the beginning.

Over the course of several weeks the pattern continued. Lily would come with Belial, poison Ashlyn and the pair would torture her. Sometimes with beating s, sometimes they'd get more creative. Leaving her body battered and bruised, the wolfsbane making it impossible for her heal before the next torture session so she was left in constant agony but never so far too kill her. No they were having to much fun.

There were a few days they didn't come. Her body combating the poison enough she could breathe a bit easier but the peace didn't last long. It was a cold night, Ashlyn was finally able to walk though she now had a limp. She was sitting by the window, her gaze lost on the night sky when Lily came in with Belial like usual only this time they weren't alone.

Ashlyn's eyes widened with shock and fear as three large rogues walked in, their eyes full of sadistic desire. They lucked their lips at Ashlyn trembled there, unable to defend herself in her current state.

"P..Please.... No..." She pleaded, tears streaming her face. Unfortunately get words fell on deaf ears.

Rogues were those cast aside or too wild for a pack, they were often beasts in human form. No humanity. No sense of morals. Nothing mattered but their own wants and desires and in this moment they desired Ashlyn's misery.

The trio wasted no time. Tearing her clothes off and sinking themselves into her without a care in the world. It all happened so quickly she could barely register what was happening but they were very thorough to ensure she would never forget it.

Their teeth and claws marked her flesh, the scent of her blood only building them into a frenzy. The largest of the three, an alpha rogue, slammed his massive c**k into her tight unprepared core. She screamed out but another one stole her voice as he slammed himself down her throat, enjoying the sounds of her gagging and choking. The third, took pleasure in cutting her with his nails, leaving deep patterns all over her flesh in the most intimate areas as the other two worked her exhausted and malnurished body.

Hours of this relentless torture continued. All while Lily and Belial watched, the scene of her sister being so brutally violated by such wild and crazy men made Lily quiver in desire and soon the treacherous pair were getting off on the sick scene with Lily even going so far as coaching them, telling them to be rougher. To be more ferocious. All while Belial was balls deep in her, enjoying how wet she was from watching Ashlyn's torture.

By the time it was over Ashlyn had passed out. Praying it was enough to kill her. The pain. The humiliation. The injustice. It was too much, how could she live on after this? To make matters worse, as Belial cleaned away the evidence of what happened Lily smiled down at Ashlyn's broken, limp form.

"Marcus will love to hear how well his plan was executed, don't you think my love? It was so naughty to think of such a thing, don't you think?" Her voice emphasized Marcus's name knowing Ashlyn could hear it all.

She wanted her to hear it. To know this was the plan of her so called mate. That this was all his doing. The pair left Ashlyn there on the floor, the scent of cleaner burning her nose as she remained on the floor. Broken in every sense of the word. The moonlight casting an eerie glow around her as she swallowed the truth.

Her whole life was meaningless. Her entire existence was just a cruel joke for everyone to laugh at our exploit. She was never truly loved. Not since her parents death. Not since her baby's death. She was alone and unwanted. Not even the one person dictated by the goddess herself wanted to love her out for her to be happy. Trying had been her greatest mistake. Trying to be loved. Trying to be happy. Trying to be useful. She would never try again.