Return of The Abused Luna

Chapter 2 Pain

Anaiah's point of view

The scent grew stronger and so did the mate pull; I must have forgotten that I was eighteen today, and at the age of eighteen, we can know our mate.

Despite the pain in my body, I struggled to follow the scent. It was the only hope for a different situation; to have a mate is like having someone to protect you and share your burden. At least he would believe me and help me.

Mates are always protective and can do anything for the person they are with.

Like a blessing from the moon goddess, my mate stood amid the pack members, his eyes glued to mine in surprise. It was none other than Alpha Amos, the most gorgeous and most powerful man in the pack.

Tears of joy rolled down. With the mate bond, he will certainly listen to me; my bad days are over. Since he is the Alpha, he will make everyone stop hurting me. My eyes glittered with joy.

He walked closer to me; everyone in the palace hall went mute as they stared at us. I looked at my feet, embarrassed at my appearance. “Mate,” I said to him.

He stood inches from me, just staring at me. It made me feel shy. “My Alpha—”

A gasp escaped my lips as he yanked me closer by the collar. His piercing green eyes stared down at me with disdain. “You will never be my mate,” he spat with venom.

Those words shattered my hope like glass, my lips unable to make words, all wishful thinking shoved under the rug.

“A killer like you will never be my mate!” His grip tightened, choking the life out of me. When he saw that I was going unconscious, he threw me on the ground.

Gasping for breath, I crawled away from him, hoping to leave his presence, but he held me by the arm and roughly dragged me to stand. “How dare you open your mouth and call me mate!” He hit me in the face. I fell on the ground like a sack.

He didn't stop there; he kept kicking me over and over again.

My tears could not comprehend my pain. I could only whimper at the pains in my body and in my heart.

With a heavy breath, he declared, “I can never marry a werewolf that was responsible for the death of my fiancée.”

What? So Lisa was engaged to Alpha Amos? I am not surprised that she hid it from me; she was always secretive. There goes the last strand of hope for a better life.

“Lock her up in the dungeon. She should be given no food or water until I say so,” he ordered.

As he ordered, the guards dragged me away and into the dungeon. I lay on the cold ground of the dungeon. I could hardly shed any more tears because the pain was beyond tears. One could only hear the sound of whimpering, like a lamb for the s*******r.

I spent three days without food or water; my body was giving up on me. Maybe it would be better to die and meet my family.

When the moon was full and the night was at its darkest, the dungeon was opened, and I was dragged out. I didn't care where they were taking me, nor did I have any strength to struggle.

They took me to a room with a lot of food and water. I didn't care if the food was poisoned. With my hands, which were covered with dirt and blood from all the wounds I'd sustained, I dug into the meal like it was my last. After I was done, some servants took me to the bathroom and cleaned me up, dressed me in a pretty dress, and covered the bruises on my face with makeup.

My brow furrowed, wondering why they were giving me such treatment—food, bath, then clothes.

The servant smiled in satisfaction at her work, and I was taken by the guards to another room. They stopped at the entrance and ordered me to enter. I didn't have a choice, so I entered. As soon as I entered, the door was locked.

I swallowed hard as my gaze was on Alpha Amos, who was staring at me with lust-filled eyes and messy short brown hair.

Every step he took made my heart feel like it was in my stomach, his eyes not trailing away from me, as if taking in my figure and deciding what he was going to do to me.

Within a second, he was an inch away from me, his breath fanning my face, making me aware of his proximity.

“I wondered what you would look like in a dress, and I am not disappointed with what I see,” he said.

This was confusing. “You said you didn't want me,” I said.

He smiled, staring down at me, his hands cupping my face. “I never said I didn't want you. How can I deny the mate bond that pulls me so strongly?” His lips brushed mine as he whispered in my ear, “Can you resist the bond? Aren't you curious about what it will be like to be with your fated mate?”

Indeed, the pull was strong, and the way he acted was more tempting. Like a lamb directed by the shepherd, I was ready to do all that he asked, thinking that since he couldn't deny the bond, he would make me his mate.

“Take off your dress,” his husky, lust-filled voice spoke so low that only I could hear. My hands slowly went to the zipper...

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My sleep was blissful but short-lived as I was dragged by the hair; my scream was lost in the air. He dragged me out of the bed to the ground. He was already dressed while I was still naked. He had a triumphant smile. “I can't believe you think that I would make you my mate,” he spat. “Even sluts can tell when they are being used, yet a distasteful monster like you, thinks that a person like me would make you mate?” he chuckled wickedly.

My eyes lingered with tears, realizing that he used me. He didn't mark me, nor did he ever have the intention.

He grabbed my chin roughly. “I guess I wasn't clear enough.”

Five servants surrounded me with a bucket of cold water, and with his signal, they poured it on me. I shivered and cried like a dog.

They gave him a whip, and he walked closer to me with a sly smile. “Have you ever been whipped to the extent you can taste your blood and your body is bathed with it?” He chuckled, “A killer like yourself should understand a lot because it was so easy for you to kill your sister, the only family you have left in this world. What can't you do to others?”

Before he could whip me, I began pleading, “Please don't hurt me. I will do whatever you want,” I begged with uncontrollable tears.

He glared at me angrily. “Did Lisa also beg you when you ripped her apart? Or did you finish her off before she could beg?”

His eyes showed no pity, only anger. I knew it was impossible to seek mercy. This was the punishment for a crime that I didn't commit.

He raised his whip against me, and the room was filled with my horrifying scream. Every stroke felt like my body would shatter, but it didn't, and I had to endure it.

My tears were ignored; my pain was ignored. I had just left a bad situation for a worse one.