My Lost Luna

Chapter seven

I gasped at her lifeless body. A rope was tied around her neck. She must have killed herself. The sound of Charles and Bolton arguing faded in the background.

I ran towards Anna and kneeled next to her, trying to get the rope off her neck. Her body was ice cold. Her eyes were glassy.

The tightness of the rope made it impossible to get off. How could she have done this to herself? I knew her hands were tied together yesterday. How did she get them loose to wrap around her neck?

The tears wouldn’t stop flowing, and uncontrollable sobs left my lips. Kira howled inside my mind making my heart shatter into pieces.

I tried frantically to get the rope off her, but Bolton grabbed me and pulled me from Anna. I started screaming and kicking.

I didn’t want to leave Anna just lying there. I should have gone with her. I never should have let her go by herself. I should have fought harder. Maybe then she would still be alive.

This was all my fault. She was dead because of me.

Bolton’s grip got tighter and tighter. My body was getting crushed by his. He never let his grip loosen until we were outside.

My screams didn’t stop, I was broken, hurt. My hands were itching in this need to kill him. It was his fault. He was a monster. How could I ever think he would change for me?

Bolton tried to calm me down, but he couldn’t. I saw no anger in his eyes. Only concern for me, like he understood what I was going through. I couldn’t stop myself. I started shifting and jumped him. I was snapping at his neck before he could kick me off of him. I growled at him, pacing from left to right. I wanted to kill him.

The way Bolton’s gaze was locked on mine, filled with proudness, made me realize and notice the changes in my wolf form. I glanced at my paws. How? How could I have become bigger?

“You’re getting stronger, like a true Luna,” Bolton said proudly.

The only response he got from me was a menacing growl.

The soft footsteps that came from behind me made me jump around, my eyes were locked on Charles, my lips twitched, and a growl vibrated in my chest.

He should have kept her safe. He should have protected her, instead of torturing her. He hurt her too many times.

Charles was starting to move back. I thought Bolton would stop me but it seemed he wouldn’t.

I lunged at Charles. Not giving him another second. My teeth sank through his skin and bone, destroying his shoulder.

My mouth filled with his blood. His deafening scream only made me bite down harder. I didn’t want to let go. I wanted to rip him to pieces. My focus was interrupted, by a hand brushing through my fur.

“Let him go, Elizabeth.” Bolton’s voice was calm and soft.

I didn’t know how he did it, but I let go of Charles.

His shoulder was destroyed. I gave him one last growl. And for the first time, someone feared me. For the first time, I felt strong.

“We should have killed him,” Kira said with a growl.

I turned to look at Bolton. He wasn’t angry at me, he was proud of what I did. Every time I think I understand him, he surprises me.

Bolton was starting to undress and shifting into his wolf form. He seemed smaller than last time. Maybe it was because I got bigger. He gave me a nudge with his snout, telling me he wanted me to follow.

I gave Charles one last glance, blood was still gushing out of his wound, but it only made my lips twitch up in a smile. I felt nothing for him. I hoped he suffered. With one last growl I followed Bolton.

I lost track of time, it seemed we were running for hours. My legs were giving in. I couldn’t go any further. I shifted back in the middle of the forest.

Bolton noticed and got back to me. His wolf started licking my face. Trying to comfort me, but I would never want that from him. I was still mad at him. He could’ve prevented this. I just sat there on the dirty ground. I didn’t even know where we were.

I heard him shift back before he sat down beside me. Tears were running down my cheeks again.

He wanted to move closer, wrap his arm around me. “NO!” I yelled while shoving him away.

A vicious growl left him but he didn’t try again. I know he’s not used to me pushing him away. But I would rather have him hit me right now than this fake game he is playing.

He let out a sigh. “I don’t regret punishing her. But I should have taken more precautions.”

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” I scolded him.

“No, but it’s the truth.” He shrugged and leaned back.

We sat there for a couple of minutes, and the frigid air made me shiver.

“Come on, let’s go home,” he said before he got up and reached his hand out for mine.

I didn’t want to, but this was my life now. I had to get away from all this. But I knew the timing had to be right. I placed my hand in his, and he lifted me up to my feet. His eyes wandered over my naked body.

I cleared my throat. “Eyes up, Mister.”

“Look who suddenly has some spice,” he said with a smirk—like he enjoyed it.

He pulled me in closer. Our naked bodies were smashed against each other and he groaned. The sound alone made my stomach turn. He lifted my chin up, making me meet his eyes.

I gently touched his scar. “Where did you get this?”

He smiled and took my hand. “My wife.”

I was confused. Why would she do that to him? Was he always a bad person, even to his wife?

“We had a different kind of relationship. We liked… hurting each other. Pain and pleasure sometimes go hand in hand. I hope someday I can show you, I have a feeling you wouldn’t mind being tied up while I punish and pleasure you,” his words were paired with this evil lust filled gaze.

Somehow his words warmed up my body and for the first time I felt something new. My core clenched in anticipation. I hated this, I was being betrayed by my own body. A blush rose on my cheeks when I noticed his hardness pressing against me. And I tried my best not to let a moan escape.

“Don’t worry. Only if you let me,” he said softly while he sniffed my arousal.

“Why do you want me?” I asked him, hoping this heat that rushed through my body would vanish.

He ran his hand through my hair, pulling some twigs out.

“You’re beautiful,” he said before he kissed me gently.

I leaned back, as far as I could. “No, honestly.”

He let out a sigh. “You’re not a rogue, you’re too strong for that. I can sense it. Your aura is different. I want a strong woman by my side.”

For the first time, I believed his words.

Anna’s mom always told me the same, that I shouldn’t be here. I didn’t belong here.

“Is there something you want to tell me?” he asked.

I shook my head. “I don’t know anything about my past. Neither did Anna.”

The moment the last part left my lips, his grip on me tightened, making it impossible for me to move.

“You shouldn’t listen in on other people’s conversations,” he said with a small growl.

I tried to free myself from his grip but couldn’t. “I’m not stupid. I saw the marks on her body,” I sneered while Kira gave me the strength to get him off me. “I want to go home.”

He tried to remain calm, trying not to lose his temper, but the turmoil in his eyes told me enough.

“Careful Elizabeth,” he said sternly and grabbed my hand while making sure I whimpered from his harsh grasp.

Relief rushed through me when we were finally home after hours of wandering through the forest, I released his hand and ran inside, straight toward the bathroom, locking the door behind me.

There was no way he would shower with me. He just had to wait.

The warm water cascading down my sore body was the relief I needed. I had never been in wolf form for that long, had never run that far out. My legs were exhausted. Even now, they wouldn’t stop shaking.

My peace and quiet was disrupted when the door came crashing in and I met Bolton’s darkened gaze.

With a devious smile on his lips, he stalked toward me and stepped into the shower.

“I actually wanted to shower alone,” I said with an attitude.

He grabbed me and slammed me against the cold wall, lifting my legs up, and placing them around his waist.

The way his lips devoured mine was him making sure I knew who was in control. His body moved against mine, even though I tried to squirm out of his grip. It only made his movement harder.

His hardness pressed against me. Maybe I should give in, let him. But do I really want to? I don’t love him, I don’t want to be with him. I want out of this life.

Anna was right.

I pulled him in. I stopped resisting, letting my lips part and my tongue move against his. I wanted to let go, trying to release my fear and face the inevitable.

Stacey always did enjoy it, but Anna hated it.

With a groan he pulled his lips away. He let his forehead rest against mine while holding my gaze.

“You’re making me crazy, you know that?” he said.

Nothing other than confusion roamed through me, for the first time I wasn’t scared of him. But I still didn’t want this.