The Jilted Luna

Wait... there are people outside

Marcus's POV

My mind wasn’t just on the logistics. No. I was brimming with curiosity. What exactly happened last night? What kind of “t*****e” had Victoria endured? Would she finally know her place now?

Buzzing with eagerness, I abruptly changed direction, veering away from the training grounds and heading back toward the packhouse. I wanted a glimpse, just a glimpse, of what remained of the once-defiant Luna.

Was she broken? Shaken? Barely clinging to consciousness? Or had Carlisle gone even further than that?

My thoughts burned with expectation as I approached, eager to witness the aftermath firsthand.

As Beta, I knew I wasn’t permitted to enter the fourth floor. Only the omegas responsible for cleaning and fixing the door were allowed there. Still, I waited at the base of the stairs on the third floor, pacing back and forth as I kept an eye on them, watching for the moment they would be finished.

Third Person POV

Upstairs, the moment the omegas noticed the door left slightly open, they moved in without hesitation to fix it. But even before they reached the entrance, the scent drifting from inside stopped them short. It was unmistakable, heavy in the air, a mix of sweat and intimacy that told its own story without needing words.

They paused, exchanging quick, uncertain glances. It did not take long for them to understand what had happened the night before. The meaning behind their alpha’s words about “teaching Victoria a lesson” became painfully clear.

Still, they knew their place.

Lowering their gazes, they pushed past the moment of hesitation and focused on their duties. Two of them moved to repair the damaged hinges, working carefully but quickly, while another began stripping the bed, gathering the soaked sheets and pillowcases without a word.

The room was quiet aside from their movements, but faintly, from behind the bathroom door, came the sound of water. It echoed softly at first, easy enough to ignore, and they chose to do exactly that.

Until they couldn’t.

Soon, softer sounds followed. Broken breaths. Quiet gasps that carried through the tiled space and slipped into the room beyond. Carlisle had joined her in the bath, and it became obvious that the moment Victoria regained consciousness, he had not wasted any time.

The water splashed more loudly now, the rhythm uneven but persistent, blending with the sounds Victoria tried and failed to hold back. Her voice rose and fell, caught somewhere between protest and something far less controlled, and the omegas stiffened where they stood.

“C-Carlisle, wait… there are people outside,” Victoria managed, her voice strained with embarrassment. But it changed nothing.

If anything, it only seemed to encourage him.

There was a deliberate edge to the way the sounds carried, as though he wanted them to be heard, as though he wanted everyone nearby to know exactly what was happening behind that door.

Trying to suppress herself, Victoria bit down hard on his shoulder, a desperate attempt to silence the sounds slipping past her lips. But even that did not slow him. He did not pull away or react with pain. Instead, his voice dropped lower, rough with hunger as he urged her on.

“Go on,” he murmured, his tone thick and intense. “Leave your marks on me.”

The words sent a shiver through her, her thoughts scattering as everything blurred together again.

The omegas worked faster after that.

They finished their tasks in near silence, avoiding eye contact with one another as much as possible. Once everything was in order, they gathered what they needed and left the Alpha Suite without delay.

By the time they reached the third floor, where Beta Marcus stood waiting, their composure had already begun to c***k. Not a single one of them spoke. Instead, they hurried past him, scattering in different directions as if putting distance between themselves and what they had just witnessed would somehow make it easier to forget.

Fear kept their mouths shut. Not knowing what could be said and what could not, they chose silence over risk. It was safer that way.

Marcus watched them go, a faint, amused snort escaping him as they hurried off like startled animals. He did not need an explanation. Their behavior alone told him enough.

As he turned, his attention shifted to Raquel, who was just reaching the stairs leading upward. She was breathing hard, her body slick with sweat, clearly not meant to be there.

Before she could take another step, Marcus caught her arm and pulled her back.

Without a word, he redirected her toward the second floor, already deciding to tighten her guard again. The fact that she had managed to slip away once more did not sit well with him.

Upstairs, once the room had been restored, Carlisle eventually carried Victoria back from the bathroom to the bed. She barely moved, her body too exhausted to resist as he laid her down. Even then, he did not let her go. They remained close, tangled together as if separation was not an option.