The Luna He Lost

Kill you myself

Tori’s POV

I had no idea what kind of punishment awaited me, but I knew I wanted no part of it. I felt that the pain I had endured from the decaying mate bond over the years was already more than enough t*****e.

If Alpha Carlisle laid his hands on me, I wasn’t sure I’d live to see the next sunrise. Panic surged through me, and I thrashed wildly in desperation, but he remained unfazed, his grip unyielding as he steadily ascended the stairs.

He climbed several floors until he reached the fourth, then sent out a pack-wide mind link: "No one is permitted to step onto the fourth floor. Anyone who disobeys this order will be sent to the dungeons and receive 100 lashes."

The warning was enough to freeze everyone in place. Those who had considered following him exchanged uneasy glances, their eyes wide with shock, before hesitantly stepping back.

For a werewolf, being whipped was usually no more than a temporary pain because wounds would heal quickly, and the pain would fade. However, the whip that Alpha Carlisle mentioned was no ordinary one.

It was crafted from silver-tipped thorns, designed to tear into skin and scrape the flesh with brutal precision. The silver ensured that the wounds wouldn’t heal easily, and it could leave permanent scars as a grim reminder of the punishment.

A hundred lashes? That was a sentence reserved only for traitors and prisoners. The kind of punishment meant for the most severe offenses. The thought of it sent a chill through the pack, and the severity of the threat was enough to make everyone pause, shuddering at the idea of such a brutal fate.

Zayne’s POV

Zayne, noticing Raquel’s intent to follow his Alpha up the stairs, immediately grabbed her arm with a firm grip, causing her to flinch slightly.

"Miss Raquel, please," he said, his tone more urgent than usual. "You can't go up. My Alpha gave a direct order that no one is allowed on the fourth floor."

"Anyone who disobeys will face a hundred lashes with the silver whip, and that includes you. I'm sorry, but for your own safety, especially with your condition, you need to rest. Please, let me escort you back to your room."

Zayne didn’t wait for her to respond. Her eyes widened in disbelief, her mouth slightly agape, but he calmly began guiding her back to her room gently but firmly and stationed two warriors outside her door to ensure she wouldn’t leave, regardless of what she might hear.

"W-wait, I need to speak with Carlisle! What if he hurts Luna Victoria beyond repair? Isn't she an omega?" Raquel’s voice trembled with worry as she desperately tried to reason. "Let me talk to him. After all, this mess started with me..."

Zayne’s contempt for me deepened with every word Raquel spoke, but he couldn’t deny the shift in her demeanor. She was becoming more like a true Luna compassionate, virtuous, a light in the otherwise bleak atmosphere of the pack.

However, her words didn’t come from a place of pure selflessness. She wasn’t truly concerned about me. The truth was, she feared the powerful connection between Carlisle and me the way he had reacted when I proposed dissolving our mate bond, rejecting it with an intensity she couldn’t ignore.

The disregard he showed her earlier, when she had screamed for attention and he ignored her, sent a chill down her spine. She feared his actions were influenced by the pull of our mate bond, and she didn’t want it repaired. Not after everything that had happened.

Omniscient narrator’s POV

Right now, Raquel had only one goal: to reach Carlisle, no matter what she had to do. Even if she had to use Tori as an excuse, she was willing, hoping it would make him reconsider whatever he was planning.

But Zayne completely misunderstood her intentions. Instead of allowing her any chance to intervene, he tightened her security, ensuring she wouldn’t be able to set foot on the fourth floor.

He knew his Alpha well. Carlisle never made empty threats. If he gave an order, he would carry it out. Allowing Raquel to roam freely might enrage him further, and Zayne wasn’t about to take that risk. More than that, he genuinely didn’t want her to get hurt.

Unbeknownst to him, Raquel had just shot herself in the foot. In trying to manipulate the situation, she had locked herself away, unable to interfere.

Tori’s POV

As soon as we reached the door on the fourth floor, Carlisle kicked it open with such force that the frame splintered, leaving it broken. He didn’t care. His fury was still simmering, his chest rising and falling with ragged breaths as he strode inside.

Without hesitation, he threw me onto the bed, his grip unforgiving.

My head struck the headboard with a sharp c***k, and I bit my lip to stifle a gasp of pain. Tears welled in my eyes as a choked cry escaped me.

Seeing me like that, Carlisle stiffened. For a brief moment, instinct overpowered his rage, and without thinking, he reached out to touch the swelling on my head.

But before his fingers could graze my skin, I slapped his hand away with all the strength I had left. My eyes burned with fury, wild and unrestrained.

I was livid. My entire body ached, though I could no longer tell where the pain came from. It was everywhere, radiating through my bones, blurring my vision with unshed tears.

"Don't touch me!"

Hearing those words reignited the fire in his eyes. Whatever restraint Carlisle had been regaining vanished instantly.

With swift, unrelenting force, he pinned my wrists above my head with one hand, his grip unyielding.

His other hand clamped down on my flailing leg, while his knee pressed against my remaining limb, rendering me completely immobile. No matter how hard I struggled, my strength was nothing compared to his.

All I could do was cry hot, silent tears spilling down my cheeks as I stubbornly turned my face away from him.

"I'll let you go," Carlisle said, his breath ragged, warm against my skin, "but only if you stop making a scene and accept your place as the Luna of this pack."

My chest heaved, my breath coming in shaky bursts, but I didn’t waver. "Why would I? I want out!" I spat, defiance burning in my tear-streaked eyes.

Carlisle’s jaw clenched, his expression darkening. "Victoria, don’t push your luck."

"No, Alpha Carlisle, I’ve had enough," I whispered, my voice barely above a breath. "My body and mind can’t take this t*****e anymore. Please… just let me go. Your father wouldn’t have wanted this."

"Shut the f**k up!" he roared, his voice thundering through the room. His chest rose and fell with barely contained fury.

In an instant, his grip shifted and his hand seized my chin, forcing me to meet his furious gaze while his hold on my legs loosened.

"You dare mention my father?" he growled, his fingers tightening. "You know damn well why he died, and yet you have the audacity to say his name in front of me? Before that decaying mate bond claims your life, I might just kill you myself.”