THE UNTAMED LUNA

STELLA ORTEGA

"So, what is our next plan now?" Marie asks.

But Stella's mind seems "out of the coverage area"

"I did everything, but still, it is not enough. I spent more blood, so I take this scar all in all. I will not let someone get the throne; that should be mine. I will prove to them that I should be the next Luna on this pack." Stella said.

Marie didn't want to pay too much attention to all this. Stella just wanted the throne of being Luna, and she didn't feel anything about Richard. Marie pitied the poor girl she ended up talking to for that night. However she is willing to support her.

On the following day, it was time to go home from school. Stella walked on the streets of the town and shook her head; she normally walks on the streets with no one. She grew up with her Aunt Marie, the one who took care of everything for her as well as her studies. Her mother was accidentally killed by humans. That's why she will do everything to become the next Luna and avenge her mother's death. Stella means to understand that most females want her to be friends with them because of her money, but she wants a friend with pure intentions.

Stella took a shower and got ready for bed. The Alpha of the white stone pack would be visiting the town again. But she did not know the date and time. She closed her eyes, feeling multiple emotions flow through her body. While listening to some alternative rock music. It had to be a bit past midnight when she heard banging on her bedroom door. She jumped out of bed and stepped on the floor; that's definitely going to leave a mark.

"Stella, the packs are here. They're at the city hall."

Marie's frantic voice notified her. Stella finally swung the door open. She felt her heart drop.

"They're already here! The town must be going nuts right now."

Marie added. So, Stella ran to her closet and pulled out a pair of blue jeans and a black sweater, hoping that she wasn't already late. She threw her hair in a ponytail, grabbed her shoes, and left the house.

The city hall was full. This was her first time ever seeing a werewolf, and the men and women were breathtaking. She went to stand next to her friends when she noticed that all the young females from town were standing in a line.

Compared to them, she looked like trash; they have more time to fix themselves.

She stood at the end of the line and waited there for her chance. She hadn't seen the Alpha yet. A man who looked like he was in his early twenties was holding a clipboard and walking down the line, taking all their names.

“Are you the alpha?” As if reading her thoughts, he looked right at her and said:

"I am beta Alex; the alpha is here, but he is watching from afar; he will be joining us in a few minutes."

After what he said, he walked away and joined the group of male wolves. Those minutes felt like hours. Stella stood there, wishing she had brought her mobile phone.

Stella looked over the crowd and saw what she least expected. She looked like she just wanted this to be over. Her long legs were covered in plain blue jeans, and she hid herself in a baggy black sweater.

All the girls who were lined up started complaining that the high heels they were wearing were making their feet ache. An advantage to Stella was that she wore

her high-cut white converse. She looked down at them and noticed her left shoelace was untied. Just as she bent down to tie it, she heard footsteps.

Still bent down, she lifted her head only to hear,

"I want her."

The man says that, and just like that, all heads snapped in Stella's direction.

"I would like to remind you all that in this particular event, mates are chosen by the werewolves themselves. The girls here were just like them. But she needs to prove—I mean, all of you must prove something—that you are the one and she's not. This is part of the commencement exercise on choosing the next Luna of the pack."

The host of the program says. Stella stayed in her place for now.

"Get that girl and bring her to my room." one male said. He pointed at Stella.

As a result, Stella is abruptly dragged by two unknown males. She was being kidnapped by an unknown werewolf. She struggled with their holds. The two who picked her up made sure to cover his mouth, and they brought Stella into a secret room with blinding light.

"Sir, we just have her." one male said.

"Who are they? What do you want from me?!” Stella asked in a loud voice. She tried to

untie her tied wrists and feet, but it appeared that she couldn't because of the terrible scent she noticed earlier when someone quickly covered her lips with a rag.

"Male have to choose their mate, but it depends if his mates have no feelings for him. How are you, my dear Stella?" a roughed voice of a male.

Because of the lighting, Stella can't see his face properly. It seems hazily in her visions. However, she detects his wolf.

"Drink this, it helps you to calm yourself. We have so many things to discuss, including the death of your mother."

This is said in front of her, and she is asked to drink the juices that have been placed in front of her. Stella, in her innocence, consumes one shot of it when she hears it. Because she is obsessed with discovering who murdered her mother.

"One thing you should know first is that your mother is very strong; she is the best female that has much concern for the pack. She has been chosen as Luna before, but she was rejected due to some reasons." This is spoken by a man when he takes one shot of wine in front of her. Then he continued,

“Rejected by who?” Stella wanted to clarify.

"I am going to tell you that."

Stella felt cold and weak all over after hearing the following few words, which she couldn't quite make out. She speculated that it may be the juice she had earlier. She attempts to resist the sudden drowsiness and get up to leave the room, but she is helpless.

"Stella, are you OK?" he asks.

The man she was speaking with got up and supported her by putting his arms around her. Stella believed he was crazy, but all of a sudden, he grabbed her up and led him into a pink-lit chamber. Regardless of her actions, she won't be able to stand up. She sank into a big, soft bed, feeling the weight of his body.

"Please... leave me alone. I want to go home."

Poor Stella beg.. Now Stella feels that the man is stripping off her clothes, and that's when she is being exploited. It held both of his thighs and removed everything she wore. She let out screams and cries at that moment, but she

couldn't fight back because she was weak.

A man she did not know claimed her feeble body. She feels a hand go across his whole body for the first time when it lands on her lips. After he wrenched her two legs apart, something lodged in her hole. She experienced the initial penetration's discomfort, feeling as though the s****l pressure had lodged in the c******l area of her body.

The man continued what he was doing, and it seems he was not satisfied. Using his tongue, he wet both the n*****s of Stella, and they were stiff in the next round. The momentary happiness the man feels is equivalent to tears for Stella.

That night is imprinted in her mind as her worst night. She was being raped. The secret that she has kept her entire life since then. She cursed the male werewolf who did it to her.

"Stella, tell me! Who did this to you?"

Marie asked her in shock in the morning. She was so worried about how Stella got home in that posture. Being dumb and speechless. But at that time, the medicine flowing through her body was still effective, as if she had gone crazy after

that night.