Becoming The Luna

Chapter 0006

Christina's POV

Despite all my begging and pleading to be freed, I am thrown into the Alpha's spacious room. All my cries fall on deaf ears, as it becomes obvious that I'm not leaving this man's room until he is ready to let me go.

I look around me, getting more and more scared as I realize that his room is so large that I feel immensely tiny inside of it. The smell of incense and lit candles faintly permeates the room, adding to the dark atmosphere. Sunlight is gradually waning, which means that soon, night will fall on us, potentially keeping us here longer.

I rub my hands together in a pleading gesture. “Please, please please, I don't know anything at all,” I beg, dragging myself across the carpet-covered floor away from this man before me with a sinister look in his eyes. “Please.” My elbows start to hurt, but I push past the pain and keep moving—until a solid wall presses into my back.

His eyes roam my body in a way that hints at nothing good. A smirk pulls at his mouth, making him look even more wicked.

“Who are you, and where are you from?” he asks me, stepping closer and closer until he is a small distance away.

“I'm nobody, I swear. I'm not worth your time,” I press my eyes shut as tears fall down my face. I keep having a very bad feeling about this man, and the way he keeps looking at me like a piece of meat for devouring doesn't ease the feeling of fear running through me. Blood pounds in my ears in tune with my racing heart.

He laughs, throwing his head back slightly. He is not an ugly man—he is more attractive than I initially thought, but from what he has done so far, how he looks just adds to the great fear zipping through my whole body like electric currents. “That's a new one I've not heard before.” His hand drops to his front and he pats his crotch. “But tell me, since you're a rogue. Are the stories true about female ones?”

“W-what stories?”

He shifts even closer, coming to crouch over me. He places a hand on either side of my waist, effectively trapping me. I don't think I can even push him off if I tried. He's well-built and looks like someone who has spent a lot of time training his body into the sculpted physique he possesses.

“Well, the stories about female rogues being fantastic in bed,” he replies with a small chuckle. How does he even find this situation funny?

Another surge of panic rushes through me. His intentions are clearer now, and with this understanding, more tears fall out of my eyes and stream down my face.

“Shh. Shh. Don't cry, love,” he says, running a finger over my tear-stained cheek. “Don't worry, we're just going to have a little fun before I send you back to the wild where you belong. You don't mind, do you?”

I squirm underneath him, trying to escape once again, but it's of no use. He's got me pinned down with his own body, and the more I try to move, the more his body presses against mine.

He groans, biting his lip. “The more you keep trying to escape, the more you increase my appetite.” His hand brushes the skin of my stomach under my shirt, and bile rushes into my throat.

I chant the only words my brain can produce at the moment. “Please, please, please . . . Don't do this.”

He slides his hand down his front and loosens the drawstring keeping his pants together. The waistband goes slack, exposing a trail of dark hair running down between the ‘V’ of his lower abdomen, paving the path to the instrument he plans to use to defile me.

I've never even had a boyfriend, and I've always been interested in the idea of getting to have s*x with a man that I am truly in love with. Because of this hope, I stayed away from casual dating and turned down guys who showed interest in me but didn't have what I had been looking for.

And now, this man right here is going to take this choice away from me.

“Don't worry, I'll be quick, “ he says, pinning me down to the ground with his body. “Just stay still and we'll be done before you even know it.”

Tears and mucus stream out of my eyes and nose, and I can't imagine the sight I must be right now. I try to talk, to beg, to say anything at all, but my throat is so hoarse from all my screaming and crying that nothing seems to come out. I force myself through the obvious limits to my vocals and open my mouth to scream once more, but the Alpha is faster and stronger, and his hand closes around my neck immediately.

A dark look crosses over his face. “I've had enough of you. Stop resisting!” He presses his hand down into my throat, constricting my airflow and instantly making my struggle for air a serious matter. “You're a bloody Omega, and so, you must always obey your Alpha.”

‘You’re not my Alpha,’ I want to spit in his face, but his hands are too tight against my flesh and I can feel the air draining out of my brain and stealing consciousness with it. I try to pull away his hands, but this only makes him squeeze harder.

“Do you think you can escape?” he chuckles, and I can swear I've never heard any sound so evil in my entire life. “I'm going to f**k you, and there's nothing you can do to stop me. If you try to scream again, your father will pay the price. It's been a while since I had to execute someone. ”

Between the vulgarity of his words and the air leaving my brain, I feel so helpless. At the thought of anything happening to Dad, my body goes still and quiet. I don't want him getting hurt because of me, and at the same time, I wish it did not have to be this way, with me having to sacrifice my dignity for his safety. But if this is what I have to do to keep everyone else safe, do I still keep fighting?

So, I stay still, sobbing quietly.

“Good girl,” the man says, balancing his weight on my body and starting to undo the buttons on my shirt. “We're going to have a lot of fun, baby girl. Just close your eyes and enjoy the ride . . .”