Forgive Me or I Die, Luna

Connie: I spat the remnants of blood in my mouth as I knelt on the cold marble floor, long forgetting the aching pain I felt from my legs as blood oozed from my knees. I could feel the heat of the gaze from the man that sat in front of me as he examined my features with full focus. My wolf trembled in fear by his presence and I dared not look up, feeling completely frozen under his scrutiny. “She's all yours, Alpha Kael,” my foster father, Dorian Hale, chimed in the familiar tone of his bargaining voice. “She's beautiful, young and completely untouched. I made sure of that myself.” His voice was proud and satisfied with himself. I felt the heat of shame rise on my face and I shot him a glare. Dorian raised his hand, threatening to hit me again, and I looked down immediately. My heart rate increased in seconds. I had barely healed from the beating from this morning. I felt like a rag, disposable and discarded. I wanted to scream but the words which I wanted to say never made it past my throat. Like every other day. My wolf howled in pain as my rage turned into tears. Silent and dismissible. Alpha Kael's feet stood up as I caught his figure through my lashes. His gaze never met mine as he moved closer to me. “Is this the valuable thing you had for me?” Alpha Kael's voice slurred in a bored expression. “This …” he said as he took a handful of my curly hair “girl?” He completed as if repulsed. The hair on the back of my neck stood in acute awareness of him so close to me. “Ye—well, yes,” Dorian struggled. His confidence had long disappeared. I shifted my gaze, looking at the reflection behind me from the broken window and found Dorian sweating and shivering. A smirk somehow found its way onto my lips. Typical. He only ever had the power to oppress people like me. People who couldn't fight back. Other than that, he was just as weak as I was in the face of confrontation. “You owe me millions, Dorian,” Alpha Kael's voice was sharp and cold. “I know but she—” Dorian tried to respond, but he never got to finish his sentence before Alpha Kael grabbed him fiercely by the neck. Dorian’s eyes bulged from their sockets as he struggled frantically for air. “I wasn't done talking” Dorian nodded like a child, harshly, and I almost feared his head would fall off his neck. “We had a deal,” he said, squeezing tighter, “I wanted my money in full, today, and you decided to mock me by bringing me a girl? I have plenty of girls ready to throw themselves at my feet. “No, I would never mock you.” “Then where is my money?” “Please just take her, she's all I have.” Dorian's body went flying across the room and as he landed I heard the bone crackling thud that made me wince. His scream echoed through the walls. I knew our neighbors could hear us, but none dared challenge the Alpha. A bloodied bone shot out of Dorian's leg and my breathing hitched as I fell over at the sight of it. “You know what, Dorian,” Alpha Kael said in an unforgiving coldness. “I am going to take her after all.” I could see relief wash over Dorian even in the midst of the pain, and he tried to feign a smile. My heart sank. No! Dorian's mouth struggled to come together to form words. “Tha—” “But you're not coming out alive from this room.” Dorian's smile dropped, and his eyes widened in horror. “No! Please!” “Rules are rules” In a swift motion, Alpha Kael grabbed me by my hands with one hand and pulled me to my feet. “Connie! Connie my dear, don't let him kill me!” I looked away, not wanting to see what came next. “Look at me, you w***e! I raised you!” The Alpha didn't wait to hear how I would respond as he dragged me out of the building, but it wasn't long before he noticed that I was not protesting nor was I struggling. I had lost all hope even before he agreed to have me. I heard him snicker just before he let go of me. He pointed to the carriage and my legs dragged in the snow as I walked towards it. My skin pricked from the cold and I hugged myself for warmth. I felt a warm fluffy covering fall on my shoulders. The strong fragrance it had was a mixture of cinnamon and oak. I looked at the clothing that covered my skin in shock and registered that it was his cloak and, for the first time, I looked at him. My heart fluttered, and my world shifted as I beheld his features. His frame towered over me, something about it was dark yet completely alluring, pulling me as my wolf begged for more, ready to be destroyed by whatever was on the other side of it. He didn't look at me. Still repulsed by my bloody figure. But I didn't need him to. He was the most gorgeous being I had ever laid eyes on. His skin was tan, evidence of his time spent in the war. His hefty frame was barely concealed by his thick clothing and his face. By the gods, his face was crafted to perfection. His chiseled jaw clenched as his dark eyes scanned my body. I almost melted under his gaze. “There,” he said, still not looking at me as he buttoned the cloak, “We don't want you freezing to death, you won't be of much use to me if you were dead.” He turned to enter the house and I caught a glimpse of the scar that ran across his brow. The carriage was warm, a stark contrast to the bitter cold that surrounded it. My fingers felt around the cushions, they were soft as well. Alpha Kael joined shortly after, but I could no longer hear Dorian's screaming. Was he?... “To the palace at once”