Their Broken Luna

Chapter 5：Preparation

Elara's POV

Warmth.

That was the first thing I registered when I woke up.

Unbelievable softness and warmth wrapped around me. It was the first time I’d felt this since the day I was born... Wait, am I... dead?

My eyes snapped open. I wasn't looking at the fires of hell, or white-robed angels, or even the iron cage or stone dungeon I’d expected before I blacked out. Instead, I saw hazy, ivory curtains draping elegantly from the ceiling, enclosing the bed in a private, peaceful cocoon.

I was lying on a ridiculously huge bed. The mattress was incredibly soft, gently cradling my body. The duvet on top of me looked thick but felt light as a feather. All this luxury created that unbelievable warmth, along with a growing sense of... massive confusion.

I pushed my weak body up, trying to figure out where the hell I was, but I paused as my fingertips grazed the sheets. Smooth. Like water, like ice—nothing like fabric. Silk. I’d only ever read about it in books—expensive cloth from the East—and now it was pressing against my bare skin. Shocked, I took a deep breath. The air smelled faint and clean, a mix of cedar and some creamy, woody scent I’d never smelled before. It was calm and elegant, relaxing my tight nerves just a fraction.

I stepped off the bed barefoot.

My feet didn't hit a cold floor, but a thick, plush carpet that felt like a spring meadow. The fine wool hugged my toes, silencing my steps.

It was a massive, lavishly decorated bedroom. Thick, intricate oriental rugs covered the floor, and the walls were lined with soft, pale gold silk wallpaper with subtle patterns. The furniture was sleek and elegant, clearly made of expensive solid wood. Not far away, an entire wall was taken up by floor-to-ceiling windows. The heavy velvet curtains were tied back with gold cords, revealing a city skyline that glittered like a handful of crushed diamonds. It was beautiful.

I didn't recognize a single thing here. No cold, no hunger, no lingering stench of mold and fear. Every detail whispered of extreme comfort and luxury. But this excessive perfection only made someone like me—someone fate had never been kind to—feel a deeper sense of unease. Was this really a place for a prisoner? Or was it just a different, more refined kind of cage?

Then, something unremarkable caught my eye. A black suit jacket, shimmering slightly under the lights. Instantly, Alpha Kael Blackwood’s masked face crashed into my mind. That was his jacket!

The nerves that had just been soothed by the warmth and scent snapped tight again. I remembered exactly who I was: his s*x slave.

I looked around, and terrifying scenarios began to flood my imagination.

He would shove me roughly onto the bed, rip my clothes off like a beast, and ram his c**k into my dry p***y without any foreplay. If I showed even a hint of hesitation, or even just frowned from the pain, he’d pull out a huge leather whip and strike me like livestock. My skin would split, I would scream, and it would only make him more excited. He’d thrust harder, slamming into my body until the sheets were stained red with blood...

He would pretend to sleep to give me a chance to run, only to play his favorite cat-and-mouse game. He’d tackle me right before I reached the door, pin me to the floor, and order me to go down on him. No matter how hard I tried to please him, it wouldn't be enough. He’d force my head down, burying his c**k deep in my throat, ignoring my tears and gagging until I passed out from lack of air...

He would sweet-talk me over to that massive window to look at the lights, then suddenly rip my dress off and take me from behind, smashing my t**s against the cold glass until they were distorted. Ignoring my privacy and my dignity, he’d force me to watch my half-naked reflection while whispering about how many people outside were watching, or that he was live-streaming it...

He’d make me crawl like a dog on a chain... make me drink his piss and call it "holy water"... put cigarettes out on my naked skin like I was just a lifeless ashtray...

No! No! Don’t let this happen! I didn't escape Boris just to fall into the hands of another demon.

Fear took over. I bolted for the door, desperate to escape this fancy cage. But the moment I yanked it open, I froze.

There was someone there.

A young woman.

I stood there like a bucket of ice water had been dumped over my head.

She looked about my age, maybe a few years older. Her body was fit and solid, wearing clean, sharp black clothes that showed off her muscle definition. She had short, black hair and sharp, direct eyes—like a soldier. Right now, though, she was holding an elegant silver tray piled with food: perfectly grilled steak, fresh fruit, steaming soup, and a large glass of water. The smell instantly hit my empty stomach.

"You're awake," she said, stepping around me and walking into the bedroom. She set the tray on a low table by the bed. Her voice was calm and flat, not hostile, but not friendly either. "I'm Anna. Alpha Kael sent me to look after you." She walked up to me, extending a hand, her sharp eyes scanning me as if assessing a threat. She added, "And to make sure you don't do anything stupid."

"Where is this?" I didn't shake her hand. I felt like a deflated balloon, my voice raspy.

"We're at the safe house in the city," she answered simply. "Eat something. You need your strength." Her eyes flicked to the dried blood at the corner of my mouth, and her brow furrowed slightly.

"What... what does Alpha Kael plan to do to me?" I finally asked the question that terrified me most.

Anna shrugged, her expression strange—a mix of awe and maybe a hint of... envy? "The Alpha will be here tonight. He gave orders for you to get ready." She paused, glancing meaningfully at another door in the room. "You can use the bathroom in there. It has everything you need."

"Get ready... for what?" My heart sank. So, it was happening. The rumors of sadism and torture flashed through my mind again.

"Obey him. Satisfy him," Anna said, her tone turning serious. "He is your Alpha, and he is your Mate. This is your destiny, and your honor." She nodded at me, and as she walked out, she added, "I advise you not to fight or try to run, Elara. It’ll be better for everyone."

She closed the door softly, leaving me alone with my fear and despair.

Honor? Destiny? All I felt was deep humiliation and terror.

But I had no choice. Leo’s voice echoed in my ears—"Survive." For that promise, I had to endure.

I walked to the bathroom door and pushed it open. The sight made my breath hitch. The bathroom alone was bigger than the leaky wooden cabin I used to live in. The floor and walls were pristine, creamy marble, clean enough to act as mirrors. The centerpiece was a massive white tub, shaped like a small pool, and a separate glass shower that was spotless.

I turned on the faucet. Warm water rushed out, filling the air with the scent of rich rose oil.

I sank into the warmth, trying to wash away the filth of the auction, the disgusting phantom feel of Boris’s touch, the taste of blood in my mouth, and the bone-deep fear. I scrubbed every inch of my body, especially my private parts. I knew what was waiting for me tonight. Since I couldn't escape, I had to "get ready," just like Anna said.

My fingers trembled as they slid over my n*****s, down my flat stomach, to the soft hair between my legs. I started to rub my c**t. "Get ready." Wetness was the best protection for my p***y. I didn't want it to be dry and painful, didn't want to frown, didn't want to get whipped...

As I rubbed harder, a heat wrapped around me—not from the water, but radiating from my core. I felt my c**t swell and stand at attention. My face flushed hot. The fear quietly receded, and lust began to take the upper hand. My other hand drifted up to cup my breast, gently pinching the n****e. Under the double stimulation, my p***y started to ache. I felt empty. My hollow cunt was begging to be filled.

My hand slipped down from my c**t, using my own slickness to slide inside. One finger, two, three... My tight walls hugged my fingers like they were sucking on candy. I was full, but why did I still feel so empty?

Leo’s face appeared in my mind. And his c**k. It was always so full, so satisfying when he was inside me.

"Oh, Kael..."

I closed my eyes, moaning the name without thinking. The realization snapped me back to reality instantly. My eyes shot open. I didn't get it at all. Kael? That ruthless Alpha? Why the hell was he suddenly taking over my mind?

At the same time, I realized my body was becoming insanely sensitive. The warmth of the water hugging my skin, the tickle of the ripples against my t**s, the pleasure of the friction between my vaginal walls and my fingers... My brain told me to stop, but my fingers had a mind of their own, thrusting faster and deeper.

Then, deep inside near my cervix, I brushed against something.

It was Leo’s necklace.

It was sliding out like a little boat riding the waves of my own gushing juices. My fingers hooked the chain easily, and I carefully pulled it out. The tiny links scraped against my internal walls like a string of pearls. A mix of shame and a strange, electric thrill shot through me. I arched my back instinctively, shoving the necklace back inside with my fingers, chanting Kael’s name over and over.

My imagination ran wild, completely out of control. I pictured him here right now, straddling me, f*****g me gently with his massive, swollen c**k. The rose-scented water rushed in and out of me. Bubbles of pure lust rose from between my legs. With every thrust, the bathwater mixed with our sticky fluids splashed onto the floor, staining the pristine bathroom with a sexy mess.

I imagined us taking turns in the tub—him thrusting, me grinding back. We’d take turns dunking our heads underwater, coming up gasping for air just to lock our bodies together in a death grip.

I moaned loudly, unable to hold back. My body got hotter and hotter until I yanked the necklace out one last time. Liquid gushed out of me, and an electric shockwave of pleasure convulsed my entire body.

Maybe... maybe this was for the best. It got my body and my mind "ready."

I opened my eyes, looking at the necklace with a mix of satisfaction and guilt.

Sorry, Leo. But thank you for giving me one last o****m.

I put the necklace back around my neck and walked out of the bathroom naked. I couldn't find any clothes other than the jacket, so I sat on the edge of the huge bed, wrapping the duvet tightly around myself, waiting for my fate. Every second felt like a century.

I didn't know how much time had passed when I heard steady, heavy footsteps outside.

The door opened.

Kael Blackwood walked in.

He had taken off the mask. His face was fully revealed. He was even more handsome than I had imagined, and far colder. A sharp, chiseled jawline, a high nose, and thin, tight lips. But the most intimidating part was still his eyes. That molten gold color was softer in the bedroom light than it had been at the auction, but still so deep I couldn't look directly into them.

He had changed into a black silk robe. The collar was slightly open, revealing a solid, bronze chest and a patch of dark, curly hair. The belt was tied loosely, emphasizing his broad shoulders and narrow waist—pure, oppressive masculine power.

He closed the door and walked slowly toward me, every step radiating absolute authority. He stopped by the bed, his tall shadow completely swallowing me. I could smell him—a clean, crisp scent mixed with the heavy aura of power.

I was too tense to breathe. My fingers gripped the duvet until my knuckles turned white, bracing myself for the violence—the ripping, the whipping, the pain...

But he just stood there, staring at me quietly. His gaze was deep and focused, like he was looking at a priceless treasure he had lost and finally found again.

After a long silence, he raised his hand. He didn't grab me roughly like I feared. Instead, he used the back of his fingers to brush my cheek, the movement incredibly... gentle?

I trembled, freezing in place.

Then, he spoke. His voice was low and rich, like a cello, echoing clearly in the quiet room. Every word struck my soul.

"Hello, my Mate."