His True Luna: Raven's Plight

Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Waking Up To The Harsh Reality.

Raven's POV

After that day, word that the man I had loved, the Alpha I had sworn to serve, had cast me aside without a second thought, spread like wildfire. He had turned me from his wife, his mate, into nothing more than a stranger in my own home. But the nightmare didn’t end there.

It was only the beginning.

After that fateful day, my status was reduced to that of a slave. No longer the Luna or even a respected member of the pack, I became a target for those who had harbored secret resentments against me. With Cesar's protection gone, they now felt free to unleash their pent-up hatred.

Every day, every hour, was a battle for survival. The first few days were a blur of humiliation and pain. My once beautiful clothes were stripped away, replaced by the coarse, ill-fitting rags of a servant. I was assigned the most demeaning tasks—scrubbing floors, cleaning toilets, and serving the very people who had once respected me.

The pack members, especially the women who had envied my position before, took every opportunity to remind me of how far I had fallen.

“You thought you were so special, didn't you?" sneered one of the kitchen women as she shoved a dirty rag into my hands, grinning from ear to ear as she watched me get down on the floor and begin to scrub. "Look at you now, scrubbing floors like the lowly omega you are." She added and she and her companion, crackled like hyenas.

“Scrub harder you lazy mutt,” Another woman, one of the pack elders who had never liked me, had said another time, pouring more soap on the floor and me.

"You should be grateful, Raven. At least you’re still alive. If it were up to me, you'd be thrown out with the rest of the garbage.” Added another person during another time.

Their words stung, but I kept my head down, refusing to give them the satisfaction of seeing how much they hurt me. I couldn’t afford to show any weakness—not now, not ever. At least, for the sake of the unborn child growing in my wombs.

But the physical pain was even worse. They tripped me as I carried heavy buckets of water, laughing as I struggled to regain my balance.

They "accidentally" knocked over trays of food I had just finished preparing, forcing me to start over again. Every bruise, every cut, was a reminder that I no longer welcomed here, that I was nothing more than a disposable servant in the eyes of the pack. Yet, despite the cruelty I endured, I clung to the hope that maybe, just maybe, Cesar would come to his senses. That he would realize the mistake he had made and take me back.

I told myself that this was just a test, a trial I had to endure to prove my worth to him. But with each passing day, that hope grew fainter and fainter. The worst of it came one evening, when I was sent to clean the barracks where the pack’s enforcers and betas stayed. I had just finished scrubbing the floors when I heard footsteps behind me.

I turned around to see a group of young male betas—strong, rough, and with cruel smirks on their faces. Their appearance alone had be halting my work and standing up from the floor, cautious about their presence.

“Well, well, look who we have here,” one of them sneered, his eyes raking over me with a look of disdain. “The former Luna, reduced to cleaning our floors. How the mighty have fallen.”

The others chuckled at his words, their laughter sending a shiver of fear down my spine. I tried to step back, but they blocked my path, closing in on me like wolves circling their prey.

“The Alpha doesn’t want you anymore,” The other beta said, his voice low and menacing. “So why not make yourself useful to us? After all, you’re just an omega now. Isn’t that what omegas are for?”

His words took a few seconds to register in my mind before my heart raced as I realized what they were implying.

“Stay away from me,” I warned, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and anger. “I’m still a member of this pack. You have no right to—”

Before I could finish, one of them grabbed my arm, pulling me toward him with a cruel smile.

“Rights?” He asked in a mocking tone, regarding me as if I were no less than his pet who tried barking when it wasn’t fed enough.

“You have no rights, Raven. Not anymore. But,” He paused.

Oh, how I hated when people paused mid sentences, it was never anything good.

“If you work hard enough this night, my buddy and I just might consider putting in a good word for you, or perhaps giving you a place in over humble abode.”

I didn’t need to be told twice, I wasn’t a kid who couldn’t tell what this ‘humble abode' meant.

“Let go of me this instant. Let go!” I demanded as panic surged through me and I struggled to break free, but they were too strong.

Their hands were rough, their laughter mocking as they tried to caddy out their vicious plan, pinning me down and letting their disgusting hands roam my body.

“No, don’t, don’t f*****g touch me! Help, someone help!” I screamed, hoping someone—anyone—would hear me, but my voice seemed to fall on deaf ears.

Just when I thought all hopes were lost, the door to the barracks slammed open.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” a cold, sharp voice demanded.

The betas froze, their grip on me loosening as they turned to face the intruder. I managed to wrench myself free and stumbled back, my breath coming in ragged gasps as I looked up to see who had saved me.

Pricilla, Cesar’s assistant, stood in the doorway, her eyes blazing with fury. She was a tall, imposing woman with an air of authority that made everyone in the pack respect—and fear—her. Her black hair was pulled back into a severe bun, and her sharp features were set in a scowl as she glared at the betas.

“We were just…uh…” one of them stammered, trying to come up with an excuse, but Pricilla cut him off with a withering look.

“If you don’t want to loose those useless hands of yours, Get out,” she ordered, her voice leaving no room for argument. “All of you. Now.”

The betas exchanged nervous glances before slinking out of the room, their earlier bravado gone. As they left, Pricilla turned her gaze to me, her expression softening just slightly.

“Are you all right?” she asked, her tone still brisk, but there was a hint of concern in her eyes.

I smiled, glad that for one, someone in this pack still seemed to have their humanity and that I had been saved this night.

I forced myself to nod at Pricilla’s question, though I wasn’t sure if I was telling the truth. My body ached from their rough handling, and my mind was still reeling from the near-assault.

“I… I’m fine,” I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper. “Good,” Pricilla said, though she didn’t seem entirely convinced. She reached into the folder she was carrying and pulled out a stack of papers, handing them to me.

With a frown and confusion written all over my face, I collected the papers and asked.

“What…what is this?”

“These are your divorce papers. Cesar wants them signed immediately.”

The words were like a slap to the face, almost worse than the physical attack I had just endured. Divorce. The final nail in the coffin of our marriage, our bond.

I stared at the papers in disbelief, my hands trembling as I took them. Did Cesar really want to

“Sign them,” Pricilla said, her tone firm, ignorant of the pain her words were delivering. “The Alpha wants you to sign them without making a fuss.”

I looked up from the papers and at her, my eyes pleading.

“Please, let me talk to him. Just this once.”

Pricilla’s expression hardened.

“Raven, don’t make this more difficult than it needs to be. The Alpha has made his decision. You need to accept that.”

But I couldn’t accept it. Not yet. Not without trying one last time to make him understand. At least, for the sake of our unborn child.

“Please, Pricilla,” I begged, my voice breaking. “Just let me see him. If he really wants this, I’ll sign the papers. But I need to hear it from him.”

For a moment, Pricilla hesitated, her cold exterior cracking just a little. Then she sighed, nodding curtly.

“Fine. But don’t expect him to change his mind.” With that, she led me down the familiar halls to Cesar’s office.

My heart pounded in my chest as we approached the door, my mind racing with all the things I wanted to say, all the things I needed to hear. This was my last chance—my last hope. Pricilla knocked on the door, and a moment later, Cesar’s voice called out,

“Come in.”

She pushed the door open and gestured for me to enter. I stepped inside, my breath catching in my throat as I saw Cesar sitting behind his desk, his expression cold and indifferent. He didn’t even look up from his work when k entered his office, showing how little my presence meant to him.

“What is it, Pricilla?” he asked, his tone impatient.

“It’s Raven,” Pricilla said, her voice tight with discomfort. “She wanted to speak with you.”

Cesar finally looked up, his eyes meeting mine with a look of mild annoyance.

“What do you want, Raven?” The coldness in his voice made my heart sink, but I forced myself to speak.

“Cesar, please,” I began, my voice trembling as I tried to see reason with him. “Are you sure about this? Are you sure you want to end our bond? Our marriage?”

He stared at me for a moment, his eyes unreadable. Then he let out a scornful laugh, shaking his head. “You still don’t get it, do you? I don’t need a useless omega like you by my side. I’ve already found someone who can give me what I want—someone who isn’t a complete failure.” His words cut deeper than any knife, but I clung onto the last sheer or hope I had.

Our unborn child.

I was sure the moment I told him of its existence, he'd reconsider his decision and.

Wishful thinking, I realized the moment Cesar spoke.

“I'm glad that Selene's going to be the one giving me an heir, if it were you,” He shook his head. “I would have killed that abomination this instant!”

And just like that, I felt the last sheer of hope I was clinging to, disappear and like cold water being poured on me, I was woken up to the harsh reality that I had always ran away from.

Cesar didn’t love me and nothing I do, would change that.