The Ugly Luna And Her Alpha Bullies

Forced dinner

It's been many hours, but I can't stop crying. I can't believe Hank and Harvey did this to me. I can't believe they insulted and imprisoned me. They used to be the best thing that ever happened to me.

They used to adore me; they used to pamper and love me. They never allowed me to stress myself. They employed so many maids because of me; they didn’t want me to lose my strength or get worn out from doing house chores, so the maids would handle everything before I even woke up.

I can't believe the same people who once treated me like their most prized possession are now treating me this horribly. They went as far as imprisoning me—locking me in this small, cold room. They know I don't like cold places. I can't stand the cold; I get sick easily, yet they put me in this room and locked me up.

If they hate me this much, then why won’t they let me go? They should let me go, not lock me up. I don’t want this. I wish to leave. I wish I could return to my parents' house.

I used to live in my parents’ old house until I discovered our mate bond. After the discovery, they encouraged me to move in with them, and I did. I think I made a mistake; I shouldn’t have listened to them.

I am not an official Luna. I am still in training; I don’t have much power to overturn their decisions. I made a huge mistake by coming here. I regret it now.

I regret everything. I also hate my face. I hate my life. I hate everything!

I was still crying and regretting things when someone appeared at the door—a maid.

“Luna Serena,” the maid started knocking.

“Luna Serena, are you asleep?” She continued knocking, but I stayed silent. I don’t have the energy to speak to anyone right now. I just want to leave.

“Are you sleeping? The Alphas want you to come out; it’s time for dinner.” She kept knocking, but I made no attempt to respond.

After a while, she gave up and walked away, but two heavy footsteps approached my door a couple of seconds later. They didn’t knock or call my name but proceeded to unlock the door.

They entered my room, and one of them picked me up from the bed, slinging me over his shoulder as if I weighed nothing.

Hank and Harvey.

Realizing who they were, I started kicking my feet and yelling at the top of my voice. What do they want? What are they planning to do with me?

While Hank carried me out of the room, Harvey locked the door and followed us.

They took me to the dining room and dropped me into one of the dining chairs, but they didn’t stray far; they sat beside me, each occupying the seat closest to me.

“What do you want? Why are you doing this to me?” Scared and confused, I moved my gaze from one man to the other as I asked, but neither of them responded. They both stayed silent.

The maids rushed into the room and quickly served dinner.

Are they really expecting me to eat this? Do they really expect me to join them for a meal after what they’ve done to me? After they humiliated and imprisoned me?

They must be out of their minds. I am leaving. I refuse to remain here and have them insult me. Without wasting another second, I stood up, but I didn’t get the chance to take a step because they immediately pulled me back into my seat.

“Sit down,” Hank groaned.

“What?” I quickly faced him; my anger skyrocketed.

“What do you take me for? Do you see me as your pet? Why are you treating me this way?” I yelled. But, of course, he didn’t respond. Hank and Harvey opened their dishes and began eating, treating me like I was a nobody once again.

A few minutes into the meal, Harvey unexpectedly dropped his cutlery and turned to me. “Why aren’t you eating? Do you plan to starve to death?”

“Yes! I plan to starve to death, so leave me the f**k alone,” I yelled. Is it too difficult? I’m not making an unreasonable demand.

They don’t want me. They should let me go. Why is it so hard for them? Freeing me is the best thing they could do for me right now.

“You plan to starve to death?” He fixed his gaze on me, and I didn’t hesitate to respond.

“Yes, I plan to starve to death,” I said flatly.

“Okay then, suit yourself.” He nodded and returned his focus to his meal.

What? The nerve! I can’t believe this. They must have truly lost it. They have.

I am leaving. I’ll leave.

I stood up and attempted to leave, but Harvey grabbed my wrist and glared at me. “Why are you behaving like a child?” He groaned. “Do you think we want this?”

What? What is he saying?

“I’m seriously sick of your behavior.” He released my wrist and turned his attention back to his meal. “Why are you acting like the victim when you’re not?” He scoffed.

What?

Am I acting like the victim? Yes, I am clearly the victim here. I am the one being imprisoned against my will.

“We are also tolerating you,” he groaned. “Have you looked in the mirror lately? Do you know how you look?” He snickered.

What...? Is he... Is he seriously...? My heart leaped into my throat, and my knees buckled; before I knew it, I was collapsing into the chair.

Is he seriously doing this? Is he doing this to me, right here, right now?

“We are the ones tolerating you. We should be the ones throwing tantrums, not you. We are the ones being insulted. We deserve an apology for this; we deserve an apology for going through this, yet you haven’t offered us any,” he paused.

Then he leaned closer to me and said, “Listen, instead of throwing tantrums and behaving like a child, shouldn’t you put that energy into finding a solution? Find a cure. Treat your illness and free us from this embarrassment. That is what you should be doing, not this.”