Moon Blessed Luna

This story is going to be very trauma heavy! Turn back now if you don't like potentially triggering content! ________________________________________ Dreams are a place to escape reality. My mother used to tell me that our dreams could tell us what our future holds, but I know this isn't true. In my dreams I can find happiness, something I will never have again. To be happy is to be free, and I am far from free. But I can still enjoy the small glimpses of happiness that my dreams give me. I stand in a field of grass, it's soft and green and little flowers add pops of blue and purple. Around the field is a circle of tall trees and a small pond glistens on the far end. I can almost smell the water, the sweetness of the flowers and the freshness of the pine trees. I close my eyes and inhale deeply through my nose as my bare feet bury into the dirt, I can almost feel it. A soft breeze comes from behind as I try my best to remember the smells of nature, and a new scent enters my mind. Something more sweet than the flowers and fresher than the trees, something that smells like freedom and happiness and home. I spin around so quickly I feel dizzy and stare straight into warm brown eyes before a sharp pain registers on my cheek and reality calls. Reality sucks. The sweet scent from my dream instantly evaporates as the stench of sweat, blood and fear overpowers it. My eyes blink at the brightness of the light and my cheek stings from where someone slapped me to wake me up. As I sit up and rub the sleep from my eyes, I notice that the other girls are being woken up in similar fashion. Small yelps follow the slaps quickly followed by another smacking sound. They hate when we make noise. "Get up you lazy whores!" the shrill volume of the matron is almost more painful than the slaps. "Get your filthy bodies up to the shower room and get clean! Your Alpha is coming home and he wants to celebrate!" At her words, the painful spot on my neck burns. Even after 7 years the mark still hurts, it does for all of us. There are 5 girls here currently, most barely 18 except for me and my best friend Cait. We are around the age of 25, give or take a month or two because we haven't been told the date since our 18th birthdays. None of us got our Wolves when we turned 18, which is why we are the lowest of the low, only good to serve as s*x slaves and breeders to the stronger pack members. But we should be thankful, this pack saved us from dangerous rogues when we were younger and took good care of us. We betrayed them by being weak and now have to serve to repay them. At least that's what Cait and I grew up believing, the other girls didn't get here as young as we did and they say they were taken forcefully from their packs and families. At first I didn't believe them, but the Alpha's actions have made me question the truth. We shuffle our way to the tiled room next to the one we sleep in, the shower room they call it. I have vague memories of showers from before I was rescued, warm water and soap bubbles, but I'm not sure if they are real. A shower means a cold bucket of water. We help each other empty the buckets over our bruised and malnourished bodies, teeth chattering as the cold seeps into our bones. Cait helps Riley and Hanna, both just 18 and still nervous about what was going to happen after only being here for about a month or two, and I walk over to the newest girl. She hasn't been marked by the Alpha yet and today is going to be hard on her, she just turned 18 and didn't get her wolf. As I help her to dry off with one of the worn towels I try to comfort her with a reassuring smile, her blue eyes are large and filled with fear. The other girls have told her what happened their first time with the Alpha, how their marks still hurt weeks later, how mine and Cait's marks still hurt after years. I can't do much but squeeze her shoulders, we will be there for her when it's finished. When we are all mostly clean and dry, the matron brings us to the big room. It's where the pack holds gatherings and parties, with a large table in the middle and several beds and sofas spread around the room against the wall. Curtains between them can be closed for some privacy, if needed. "Kneel." the matron commands us, pushing us close to the roaring fireplace. We do as she says, grateful for the warmth after the cold showers. She grabs a tray with several syringes, and we all hold out our arms. Every morning we get vitamin shots to make us stronger, they're supposed to help us get a wolf and be accepted as full members of the pack, but they hurt badly when injected and give all of us terrible headaches. Cait and I don't make a sound as the liquid is injected and starts burning its way through our bodies. The other girls wince and whimper, resulting in another smacked cheek, before the matron walks away and leaves us alone. "What's going to happen?" the new girl asks, her voice barely more than a whisper. She sits between me and Cait, arms wrapped around her chest to cover herself up. We aren't allowed to wear clothes, they like to have easy access to our bodies. "It won't be so bad, Kaylee, really." Cait answers in a soft voice. I had forgotten she told us her name when she arrived. "The marking will hurt, but as long as you do what the Alpha and the other men tell you, you'll be fine. They like teaching the new girls what they have to do. Try to relax and don't fight them." The girl looks anything but comforted but before Cait has time to say anything else, the door slams open and 7 men enter the room. They're laughing loudly and yelling, the scent of cheap beer entering with them in a heavy cloud. "Looks like we're gonna have to share guys." one of the men says. Even without looking up I recognize his voice, Clint. He is a big guy with dark blond hair and messed up teeth. He is also the most violent with us, enjoying our pain more than his pleasure. His comment causes more laughter and I feel the stares as they appraise us like pieces of meat. "The new one smells good." one of the other guys says, his voice is deeper and sends chills down my spine. Poor Kaylee, when the Alpha is done with her they will all want a turn. The door slams open again and a powerful wave of dominance enters the room. I instantly lower myself to the ground and bare my marked neck as the Alpha slowly walks over to us. Cait and the other two girls who have been marked by him do the same. Even Kaylee is forced to the ground by his aura despite him not being her Alpha yet. The men step aside to let their Alpha through, wicked smiles on their faces as he stopped in front of a trembling Kaylee. "Stand." he commands her, and she instantly does so. He lifts her chin up to look into her eyes, before lowering his head to her neck and breathing in deeply. "They are right, you do smell lovely my little mate." He tells her, before taking her hand and leading her away through the third and last door in the room. That one leads to a private bedroom that only the Alpha uses when he marks a new girl. The door closes and the matron returns with a cart full of food and drinks. Just as she claps her hands to signal us to start serving, a loud scream comes from the bedroom and our marks start to burn.