The Rejected Luna's Revenge

Chapter 2

Chapter 2

Anastasia POV

I woke up the next day curled on the bed, a severe headache ravaging my head while tears still streamed from my eyes as memories of everything I had endured the night before kept replaying like a horror movie.

The pain of losing my virginity hurt, but the reality that I'd lost it to the man I always referred to as "father" hurt me the bloody most. I turned to the side of my bed and saw the bloodstains on the bedsheets, and once again, the tears flowed.

God knew I'd promised myself that I'd give it to the man I'd fall in love with... my mate. But the reverse was the case.

My lips trembled when I recalled Evans, my stepfather's, last words immediately after he was done with me.

"I thought your mother had been lying when she said you were a virgin," he had chuckled. "It's an honour to have been the one to deflower you. Who would have thought I'd ever deflower a woman in my entire life?"

Those words wouldn't leave my mind.

What's going to happen when our entire pack finds out I was deflowered by my stepfather?

How will I be able to stand such shame?

What will I even say?

Goddess! Mother, why did you die?!

A knock sounded on my door. Without waiting for a reply, the door opened, and a maid walked in with a mop and bucket.

"Sir Evans instructed me to bring these to you. He wants you to clean the entire mansion," the maid told me.

I was baffled. Despite everything he'd done to me, he still wanted me to clean the entire mansion.

Gosh... Why was he so heartless? Knowing he had ridden me all night, I'd passed out, only to wake up moments later and realize he was still on me. My breathing had been shallow, and that was when he'd finally stopped, seeing how weak I was. Knowing the pain he'd put me through, he still had the heart to instruct me to clean his mansion, even though he knew I could barely walk because of the pain in my lower region.

"Please don't delay," the maid said, then left.

"Gosh..." I cursed, swallowing the lump forming in my throat.

"Anastasia, you just have to be patient. It's only two weeks and college will resume. You'll be leaving this place. But until then, try not to get on Evans' last nerve," my wolf said inside my head.

She was right. Being disobedient would only make things worse for me and increase my punishment. Evans is the one paying for my college fees. I'll have to respect him so that I can finish. After that, I promise to get revenge for last night. He'll pay dearly for r****g me.

Painstakingly, I forced myself up from the bed, but my legs gave way and sent me crashing to the ground. I gasped, biting my lower lip forcing myself not to cry again.

I have cried enough already and there's no point crying now. After all, it won't change what is.

I inhaled and exhaled, then got up. I wore my slippers and walked to where she had kept the mop and bucket. I took them, opened my door, and walked out of the room.

"Start from the master's bedroom," the maid who had brought the mop and bucket said.

I nodded and headed to the master's bedroom when I heard the devil call my name aloud.

"Anastasia!"

I seethed internally. He even had the balls to call my name.

Dammit, I wish I had the power to teach that asshole a lesson. I swear I would have taught him one he'd never forget.

"Anastasia, take a deep breath in," my wolf whispered.

"It won't work now," I snapped and moved straight to the living room where I found Evans standing beside a light-skinned woman with blonde hair. She was wearing a red mini dress, her red lipstick shining on her lips, with a black gown on her arm and black high-heeled shoes. Everything matched perfectly with her attire.

"Anastasia, meet my fiancée," he introduced.

I went still.

Fiancée?

How?

My mom just died yesterday and he hadn't even completed the mourning rites he owed her, and yet he's already moving on?

Wait a minute, has he been cheating on my mom?

"And who's this bush pig?" she snarled. "Oh my gosh... Evans, how have you been coping living in the same room with this fat pig?"

That insult. I heard it every passing day. Children kept mocking me because I'm plus size. Even at college, I knew the insults I always had to endure.

"She's my slave," he replied.

I couldn't believe he just said that.

He called me his slave?

"From henceforth, she's answerable to you. You do whatever she instructs you to do. Failure to do so, you'll be punished severely, so do yourself a favor," he continued.

“Honey, please. I can’t stand the sight of this b***h,” she spat. “Please send her away!”

My heart pounded.

If he sent me away, where else would I go? Who would pay my college fees?

“But she has nowhere else to go, and...” He trailed off.

I looked at his countenance, and for the first time in my life, I saw something different. It was sympathy.

“You said you loved me,” she said, tears gathering in her eyes. “Just this little favor, and you’re acting like I’m asking for too much.” She burst out crying.

What stunt is she trying to pull?

He licked his lips, then turned to me.

“You heard her. Get yourself prepared. You’ll be leaving tomorrow,” he told me, his voice mean.

I thought he had sympathy for me a few minutes ago.

Why had he suddenly changed his mind?

“What?” I asked, my eyes widening in shock. “Oh no... You can’t do this to me.”

I fell to my knees, my fingers clasped together. “You know quite well that I have nowhere else to go.”

I couldn’t believe I was on my knees, begging the same man who had r***d me mercilessly last night. He was supposed to be the one begging... Oh no...

“Tonight, at 8:00 p.m., get yourself prepared. You’ll be attending the mating ceremony. You’re of age, and you’re supposed to have gotten a mate,” he told me.

Mating ceremony?

My blood ran cold.

I couldn’t go—not after what happened two years ago. Not after the humiliation.

Not again.

I had sworn I would never set foot in that place again.