Donavon's lost Luna

Donavon's lost Luna

Chapter

Zuri

"What makes you think I killed your father, Donavon?" My father's voice resounded from his office.

"Because I've got all the evidence with me, Lycus," the opposing voice replied.

"There's no evidence that you can hold, Don; I'm not and never will be the cause of your misfortune," my father replied.

The sound of swords clanking was what I heard next, which made me hurry to see what and who it was.

"I'm telling you, Donavon, I did not kill your parents," he yelled amidst the sword fight.

"Zuri, princess, go back in," my father said, turning his attention towards me as I opened the door to his office.

My eyes darted to the man whose voice I'd been hearing from the distance, and I had barely seen his face when my father's gasped, and I watched in horror as blood oozed from his slit throat.

"Father!" I screamed and bent to the floor in terror as I scrambled to meet him, seeing his blood drop from the edge of Donavon.

"Papa!" I yelled, shaking his body violently, to no avail.

He was dead, and I knew it; no one survived their throat being slit with such accuracy.

"What have you done?" I yelled and stood up to face him, slapping him across the face.

Tears rolled down my face when I saw the lifeless body of my father on the ground.

"You'll pay for this," I said, and I grabbed the sword from my father's body and swung it at him, sending him steps backwards.

I turned again, swinging it until he held the sword in his hands close to my nape.

I halted my steps, staring at him in the eye.

"You're not capable, princess; no matter what rage or hate you carry, it doesn't amount to anything compared to what I've been breeding; you're alone now, he said, turning my hands backward and bringing out a cuff from his pocket to hold my hands.

I would have never imagined that I'd be taken as a slave by the person my father trusted most, the Blue Moon Pack's successor.

They'd been friends since forever before I was even brought to life, and I knew that my father would never, not in a billion years, be a traitor.

I looked back to the man who held my hands in cuffs, now an Alpha, and back to the body of my father in the pool of his blood.

"I know one day you'll realise my father was innocent, and it'll be too late for you," I said, earning me a strip of cane on my back. I winced in pain, letting the tears flow from my face.

If there's one thing I learned from my father, it was to express pain as it came your way.

"Never keep your pain Zuri, whenever you feel like crying, let the tears flow, cry, and let yourself feel better," he'd always say.

"Alpha Donavon," a guard, burst into the room from outside.

"Capture the maids and take them to the pack; name this territory ours, he ordered to the guards who stood at the door.

My tied hands were being dragged towards the exit of the room, and I turned back again to look at the body of my father on the ground.

"Set the body on fire," he said while the guard went behind me, setting my father's body ablaze.

"Nooo!" I screamed, shaking my hands to be freed from his tight hold on them.

The strip of a cane slapped on my flesh, and a tear tore it through.

"Keep shut, princess; it'd take me nothing to burn your body alongside your father's," he said, tugging my body harshly to the front.

I was being dragged alongside the other maids of the pack to a pack I knew nothing about as a slave, and I knew without a doubt that my life would be miserable with him.

I turned my eyes around, looking for a particular person, and a breath of relief washed over me when my eyes caught him.

I wasn't mistaken; I was the only one he bore hatred against; the strip on my back oozed fresh blood while we were being carted away to the blood moon pack.

"Where is she?" I heard Donavon's voice from inside the carriage I was thrown into with the other maids.

"She's inside the carriage, Your Highness," one of the guards replied, unsure of what to do next.

"Bring her out and tie her to the back," he ordered, and fear gripped at the thought of being tied to a carriage.

"Why so much hatred for a crime I know nothing about, Donavon?" I asked, calling him by his name, and I should have known better that it'd earn me a strip of cane or more than that.

The lash of the guard's cane tore my body through again, but my gaze didn't falter from him, even as tears fell from my face.

"Tie her," was all he said before he walked away from me, leaving me to the guards, who found pleasure in carrying out the cruelty of the task their master assigned to them.

The heat of the sun reminded me of the burning smell of my father's body in his office.

Tears fell again from my face, and this time I didn't even have the luxury to wipe them from my face; my hands and legs were already tied.

The loud jerk of the carriage and the blaring of the guards' announcement brought me out of the sleep I'd fallen into.

I opened my eyes to the beautifully intricate designs of the pack; the blue walls of the pack reflected in my face, and the evening sunlight warmed my skin.

A guard walked to the back of the carriage, untying my hands and legs. I fell to the ground with a thud, my knee scraping the ground, and yet another tear.

"Get up," the guards growled, and they dragged me from the ground, taking me alongside the rest of the maids.

Donavon's lost Luna

Alpha Donavon walked towards me, satisfied with the gory sight of the battered wounds on my body.

Send them to the maids' room and have them assigned to their various duties, except for her," Alpha Donovan said, and I raised my face to look at him.

"Have her thrown in the dungeon; treat her the way every person thrown there is being treated and nothing less," he ordered and turned away, leaving me in the hands of the guards.

"Zuri," my best friend Hart called, but I couldn't afford to get him into the bane of Alpha Donavon.

I turned towards his voice and nodded without saying anything.

My steps faltered, and it earned me yet another slap behind my head. The coppery liquid metal dripped from my nose, and I was being met with the nonchalance of the guards, who cared less if I died or lived.

Behind the cold metals of the dungeon that I was being thrown to, away from the light of the blue moon pack, to the dark, shadowy hell of a place, I felt life slipping out of me until the guards opened the bars of the dungeon the next morning.

The night before was the worst night of my entire existence-the insect and the sticky wet ground, part of which I was sure was the blood of the previous prisoners held here, including mine.

The guard's kick to my shin woke me up from the slumber I managed to fall into.

He said no words and just dragged me out back to the face of light. I squinted my eyes to adjust to the bright sunlight of the day.

I was being dragged to the maid's quarter and handed to who seemed like the head maid.

"Have this," she said, and she handed me a clean piece of clothing while leading me to the bathroom.

I walked and stripped myself of the clothes I had on before and stared at my reflection in the mirror-a bruised body, pale spots of purple and red bruises on my body.

I walked out before the head maid walked to the bathroom, looking clean in the new pair of clothes she'd given me.

Except that they covered the scars on my body, I walked nimbly behind her, awed by the beautiful, intricate designs of the pack.

A large door opened, and I stood still, unsure of whether to follow her inside or to stay outside. She seemed nice, but I was willing to earn myself more strips of cane.

She saw my hesitance and nodded for me to come in with her, which I did, and I saw in the room no one else but Donavon.

My steps faltered in fear of what he might do again-throw me around the room or make me his slave.

Countless bad thoughts ran through my head until I stood in front of him, anticipating his next actions.

"Lower your glare, princess; no one looks at the Alpha in the eye," the head maid said, nudging

I, however, made no attempts to take my eyes away from him, my hatred for him intensifying every minute I stood in front of him.

The memories of how he'd made me go through hell in a short span of time made me shiver in tremor at how many more years of pain I was going to suffer at the hands of this man.

"Lower your gaze. Zuri, you've got too much confidence for a captured princess." Donavon's mocking voice slapped through my facade of courage.

"You're bearing so much hatred against yourself, Donavon, not me; I'm innocent, and so is my father, so I pity the hell of self-hatred you've thrown yourself into," I refuted to his dismay.

A guard walked towards me, about to strip me with the cane, and I closed my eyes in anticipation of the lash, but nothing came. I opened my eyes slowly to see him back where he stood.

"Your Father raised you with enough savagery to keep you from losing in the face of danger," but that's not here, princess; you bow and bend to my order; you do what I ask you to without any fucking complaints," he said while standing up from where he sat towards me.

His hands roamed my face before I was kicked backward and hit hard in my face, hard enough to have five palm prints tear across them.

I was forced to sit at his feet and lower my gaze to the ground, as I belonged nowhere but at his feet.

"I'm a princess Donavon, my father's daughter; someone's fucking Luna and not a beast like you," I refuted, refusing to succumb to his power of oppression.

"Strip her of her clothes and have her thrown in the darkest part of the dungeon, with no food or water for a complete day, and bring her out only when she's willing to accept me as her Alpha," he said while the guards walked over to lead me away.

"I, Zuri Lycus, daughter of Alpha Lycus of the Edged Claws, will not, will never, and can never accept you, Donavon, as my alpha," I said, letting myself be dragged away by the rather indifferent guards.

The pale contrast of the victorious smirk on his face earlier was enough to soothe my anger at the moment.

If only he'd just see the truth and not let himself be blinded by the lies he's been fed, not let his blind anger and rage burn his empire to the ground.

I'd seen in the facade of cruelty he put on, there was the prince who watched his parents being murdered in cold blood; just like I'd seen mine being unalived by him, there was once the kind prince of the Blue Moon Pack.

But it was too late now; his rage had burned the edge of the cliff, and what was left was for him to go down.

Donavon's lost Luna

Chapter 3

Alpha Donavon

"I, Zuri Lycus, daughter of Alpha Lycus of the Edged Claws, will not, will never, and can never accept you, Donavon, as my Alpha," the girl before me said, taking me aback.

No one, not even the eldest of the elders, dared to look me in the eyes and talk more about openly declaring that she'd never accept that I was her Alpha.

I wanted her to; I needed her to succumb to self-loathing-the same pit of hell that I was.

And the look in her eyes when she told me that her father knew nothing about my father and mother-I almost took it as the truth, but I knew better than to trust the words from the mouth of a person like her, the daughter of a murderer.

I paused at my last thought. I'd officially become a murderer as well-a beast or more-but I cared less. My rage for revenge had made me not think twice before I slit his throat, and the way he looked at his daughter as if surrendering her to evil.

It hurt that he took advantage of me to derive the joy of being an Alpha only when I was of age.

And when I saw Zuri standing at the door in that black velvety dress that hung loosely on her body,.

She could pass for a goddess face card if only there hadn't been an underlying issue, one that had to do with life and death.

She had screamed her father's name in terror, and when she walked towards me and asked me what I did, I had no words to reply with.

And her slap hit my face. I smirked in surprise.

It was the first one of my entire existence.

I looked at her; her father was gone, but she bore a perfect semblance to him, so I decided she'd be his replacement in the way of punishments he was supposed to take.

"Have her thrown into the dungeon, and do not let her out until she's willing to accept that I'm her Alpha," I ordered, and she said nothing more than give in to the hands of the guards.

"Alpha Donavon," the head maid called, unsure of whether to leave or stay.

"Get out," I said angrily.

No one has done enough to make me lose my patience, but the daughter of a murderer has.

I couldn't decipher why I cared so much about her accepting that I was her Alpha.

Next day<

The guards had come to me to ask if Zuri should be let out of the dungeon.

It was unsure if she'd survive the dungeon, and I felt apprehensive for a moment, unsure of why I cared about whether she lived or died.

"Bring her out and ask her no questions; take her to the maid quarter and have her wash up; give her a new set of clothes; and let her be. I'll think of what to do next with her," I said while walking back to my room. I needed to think of what to do next to break her.

"Alpha Donavon," a maid from outside called, annoying me to my core.

"What?" I asked from inside the room.

"The pack elders are here to meet you, your Highness; they ask that you are present," she said, almost incoherently.

"Tell them to leave, and the next time they are coming into my pack house, they should notify me. I'm an Alpha and not a maid; they cannot demand that I be present at their every beck and call.

"Yes, your highness," she said, walking briskly away.

I turned back in my bed and went back to sleep, thinking about the ways I could make sure those elders knew their place.

Their plan to usurp me from the position of the Alpha would get more incessant if care wasn't taken.

I woke up later in the day and walked out of my room to the throne room when I saw her.

Zuri Lycus had in her hands a towel and a bucket of water, one of which she was using to clean.

She spotted me from the distance and made no changes except that she continued cleaning without uttering a word.

I sat down on my seat, watching how she cleaned, both of us not saying anything.

A shade of already dark purple and red smudge painted her skin, and I knew without questioning the source of it.

She cleaned the last part of the room and headed out while I watched in shock at her inhibited acts.

"Zuri," I called, and she stopped to turn back at me.

"What may I do for you?" she asked, intentionally stopping from calling my name.

I stared at her with a feeling I couldn't decipher; hate, pity, loathing, and all sorts of emotions ran through my head.

She hadn't done anything wrong to me, but the intense hatred I had for her was like a burning pyre, set freshly ablaze anytime I saw her.

"Leave," I said, and she sighed before turning to leave. The loud bang of the door had jerked me unconsciously.

"Alpha Donavon," an elder from the pack called as she walked towards me in a lousy manner.

"We requested your presence, Alpha," he said again, stopping in front of me.

I wield the sword beside me to his nape, and he regressed his steps in horror.

"I'm your Alpha, Duke; I deserve every ounce of respect from you; you do not and will never have the authority to barge into my house disrespectfully." I growled at him.

"Whenever you need to see me or we need to have an official meeting, inform me beforehand lest it'd take me nothing to unalive every single one of you and your cohorts," I said again before going back to sit. That should be enough warning for a while.