Luna Verdict

Argh!

I stood up from my bed. I was fatigued but I needed to get up. I went to the curtains and opened them, hoping for daylight to stream in.

But I was surprised.

It was still dark and, obviously, it wasn't in the morning. I thought something tragic had happened and, solely because of this, I ran outside my room to tell anyone I could see about it.

After running outside my room, I met two guards outside. I was eager to tell them about this, but I decided to be more careful in my approach.

"Is this the morning shift?" I asked them slowly. Usually, guards took shifts so they wouldn't be too stressed.

"No, milady," one of them replied. "This is the midnight shift and when it is four o'clock in the morning, we will be relieved."

"What time is it?" I asked solemnly.

"We resumed our duty by noon, and it hadn't been up to two hours when we started!" The guard replied with a smile on his face. It seemed like he was charmed by my beauty.

"Wow!" I exclaimed. I left the place instantly without showing gratitude to the guards. They didn't need it at all, and I went back to bed.

I still had a long night to go, and I was determined to enjoy every bit of my rest.

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"Wake up, milady!" I heard it now. I opened my eyes slowly and met my maid, Rosa, in the room with me. She was trying to wake me up.

"I don't think it's morning!" I told her slowly. "Please, confirm with the guards. It's supposed to be the night shift!"

"Nah, milady!" Rosa shouted. "You need to sit up now, brush your teeth, wash your hair, take your bath, dress up, and get your make-up done. If you don't do this early enough, you will miss breakfast!"

I sat up instantly. All the words she said before didn't get me up to her last sentence. I loved food and would never want to miss breakfast.

"Jeez!" I muttered. I loved using exclamatory words a lot.

Rosa smiled. She brought a tray with her and from the tray, she gave me a cup of water.

"Nah!" I stopped her. "I need to brush my teeth before I take this water. Even my saliva tastes so bad. The smell is also awful."

"The first thing to do in the morning is to drink a cup of water. I wouldn't mind if you wanted to wash your mouth with some water, but you still need to drink it," Rosa claimed.

I looked towards her and did as she said. In a bit, she was prepared, and she led me to the bathroom. She was with two other maids, and they were going to bathe me.

Intro time, yeah!

My name is Jacqueline and, obviously, I am the Luna of the Great Starlight Pack. This was the reason why I was honored and respected by all the servants in the Pack. I lived in the Alpha's mansion and there, the Alpha and his family carried out their daily activities.

The story of how I became Luna needs to be told. It didn't happen suddenly but through a process.

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(Throwback)

I used to be an Omega of the Pack and I worked as a maid for the higher fellows. I was available to them at all times and, since I was among the lowest sect in the Pack, I couldn't dare go against their order.

However, it all ended when I met a drunk man on the streets one day. He was dressed in expensive robes and I could tell that he was rich. He was so drunk, and I knew he would be a target for thieves. They could attempt to steal his expensive robes or even search his body for any other property.

I couldn't help but worry. I knew he was drunk, but I didn't want him to get into trouble.

"Let me help you!" I told him slowly. He looked at me and I tried to find out if I knew him. I didn't seem to know him either.

"Why?" He asked me carefully. "You don't know me, do you?"

"I don't know you, but I can't leave you to wander around like that. Here is a delicate place, and you might be in danger," I told him carefully. I started to look around to make sure that we weren't being watched.

"But I can take care of myself. I can fight, and I can take ten men down on my own," he replied. From this, I was sure he was truly drunk. He was still staggering a bit. I looked at his robe more properly and saw that he had something in his pocket. It was quite big, but I didn't bother to ask about it.

"You can't take ten men down when you're drunk!" I told him slowly.

"No, I can!" He argued. "Do you even know me? Do you know how strong I am? Do you know how powerful I am? I will hold them by their necks, swing them, break them, destroy them,"

"I need you to stop talking, okay? Let's come to my house and you'll be safe."

He didn't argue again. I held him and slowly, we marched to my house. His steps were mismatched at times, but apart from this, it was fine. I got him to my place and took him directly into my room.

Where else could I have taken him? I had only one room.

I lived in a one-room apartment and it was a hut. It was built with bamboo and I inherited it from my grandmother. I was an orphan and from the stories I was told, my father was a soldier, and he died after fighting for the Pack. I was not yet born when this happened and my mother wasn't told that my father had died. All she knew was that he was on the battlefield.

After I was born, the news was disclosed to her, and she had a heart attack instantly. This took her life and I had to live with my grandmother, who was the only surviving relative I had. I lived with her in this one room until she died when I was eighteen, and from then, I lived alone.

It's been about seven years since my grandmother died.

"Where did you take me to?" He asked me and this broke me from my thoughts. "Get me a bowl of water and let me rinse my face. I'll be sober once I wash my face!"

I looked towards him and did as he said. I took him outside the room and watched him as he washed his face. When he was through with this, I noticed that he sobered up. He wasn't sober to the core, but he didn't stagger anymore.

I wondered how his body was built. He knew himself to the core.

"Goosebumps!" He told me. "You should have given me something more cold. The colder the water, the better!"

I smirked.

"I wasn't the one who told you to drink in a stupor," I said slowly. "You should have been watchful when you were drinking."

"I know, but everyone needs alcohol once in a while!" He told me slowly. "Do you mind? I still have a bottle in my pocket!"

"Why not?" I replied. "It's quite cold outside so I can't drink here. Let's go inside."

"That small room?" He asked slowly. "You have no chairs and I can't bear to sit on the cold floor."

I thought for a moment.

"We can sit on the bed," I replied with a smile on my face. "What do you think?"

"Deal!" He replied and went ahead. He walked properly now and this made me know that he had really sobered up. I had never seen someone like him in my life. It was so shocking to find out that he could control alcohol like this.

I followed him now inside the room. I had a lamp inside so we could see ourselves. I took out two cups while he took out a bottle of alcohol from his pocket. I can still remember the big thing I saw in his pocket earlier. Well, it was the bottle.

I climbed the bed first, while he did the same after me. Before he did this, he removed his robe and he had only his shorts on. I wondered what he was going to do now.

"Why are you removing your robe?" I asked him slowly.

"To spice things up!" He winked at me. As he said this, I got insecure. I hoped I didn't help a rapist. We were alone in the room, but he had only his shorts on.

Nah.

"What!" I shouted.

He began to laugh. His laughter was a funny and unique one, and I almost started to laugh as well.

"I can't wear the robe and still climb the bed," he replied slowly. "It's too long and too big, and I have sweated on it already. I think you should take off your dress as well. It would be better if you put on your nightwear. It would make you feel more comfortable."

I nearly froze.

I am so flustered right now. I didn't know what it could be. He was telling me to take off my clothes, and what else could the opposite gender insinuate when they tell you to take off your clothes?

I needed to calm down and have a rethink about this.

Truthfully, I was attracted to this strange young man. He was very handsome and cute, but this was only one of the hundred reasons why I was attracted to him. He was so confident while talking, and this was an added advantage. He had his way with words, and this impressed me further. He had a very nice build and he looked quite athletic.

I couldn't deny the fact that he was so muscular. I didn't know if he removed his robe to impress me specifically, but I was amazed by how muscular he was. His six-pack and muscular chest made me blow away. I had begun to think about how it would feel to rest my head on him.

Believe me, I have never known a man, but I had a lot of fantasies. This strange man seemed to fit into all my specifications and I wondered if I could have my way with him. It would be so nice to do this with him. He was so perfect.

"You think too deeply!" He said and tapped me. Instantly, I got back from my long imaginative journey. My imagination had run wild already and I wanted him. I was staring at his muscular chest and this made me want him more.

"Oh!" I managed to say. "You wanted me to remove my clothes,"

"Yeah, but it's because I want you to be comfortable," he replied calmly. "You are a young lady and I know you would have removed those clothes if you happened to be alone."

"You want me to be free with you," I said slowly with my heart beating hard. "Are you sure nothing would happen if I showed you my body? I don't want,"

I was interrupted as he started to laugh hysterically. This made me awkward and embarrassed. He noticed this and he eventually stopped.

"You are so naive, ain't you?" He asked slowly. "This must be the first time you're alone with a man. I can sense it all over you!"

I didn't like that. I was truly naive, but I didn't like it to be said to my face. I am ready to sulk now.

"Yeah!" I replied honestly. "I think you're very naughty. Why would you tell me to remove my clothes?"

"You are getting me wrong, darling," he replied.

The word 'darling' got me flustered once more. I could feel butterflies in my stomach. I had to keep this, since it was obvious that I had fallen in love with this strange man.

"What am I getting wrong exactly?" I asked childishly. I didn't know the reason behind this, but I felt like acting more childish than before. I wanted to be pampered by him, I guess.

"I told you to change your dress. You could put on nightwear instead," he finally broke it down into normal terms. Now, I understood what he had been saying since.

"I don't have a nightgown, but I have lingerie!" I said slowly. I didn't know why I let this out.

"Perfect!" he replied. He winked at me and this got me flustered once again. He had hacked his way into my heart.

I walked to the place I kept my clothes and picked up the lingerie. I couldn't change the clothes right in his presence, so I decided to do it under the tree outside the room.

"Where are you going?" He asked me slowly.

"I want to change my clothes!" I replied. "There is no private space to do that here, so I would just do it outside. It's dark already, so nobody will see me."

He laughed at me again.

"You need to stop being naive," he said slowly. "All you have to do is to shift the lamp from reflecting on your body, and you can change your dress. I could also face the wall while you change."

I smiled at him. One thing I have learned about him was that he was really smart. He acted so mature and this made me more attracted to him. I couldn't help but like him more.

I turned on the lamp and removed my clothes. I removed my clothes and wore everything new. Everything was new, even to my underwear. This was all I had, but it had matching colors. All of them were red.

After I was done, I turned the lamp on again, and now, he could feast his eyes on me. I watched as he opened his mouth in amazement as he saw me. This was prolonged and I hoped all was well.

"You look so gorgeous!" He said slowly. "I never thought I was sitting down with such a beautiful lady. Red is your color, it makes you look more beautiful."

"Yeah, I would have felt quite cold on a normal night but today is different," I replied slowly. "I guess it's because you are here with me. You exude warmth!"

He smiled.

"Let's drink ourselves into a stupor!" He told me with a smile on his face. I smiled back at him and watched him as he took out the bottle and opened it. He poured a drink for me and a drink for him as well.

"Cheers!" We said together and hit our cups together slightly.

"Wow! This tastes so refreshing!" I said slowly. "It's been ages since I tasted alcohol. I guess I would get drunk easily today."

I watched as he drank his alcohol. He took in the whole cup at once. I could tell that he had resistance to alcohol. He didn't look shaken by the feeling of this. I looked at him and smiled more.

I was getting drunk already right from the first cup. I still wanted him and I tried to get drunk. I didn't need a soothsayer to tell me that this man, who I didn't know, would want my body as well. This would mean that I would be deflowered, but I couldn't care less. I had fallen in love with him and nothing could stop me now.

"I think you need to be told that you have a special personality," I told him slowly. "It is really unprecedented, and it feels so strange!"

He smiled at me. I put my cup right in his face and he lowered it before pouring me another drink.

"I guess you must have been told that you are very beautiful. You have a beautiful face, beautiful voice, beautiful personality, beautiful manners, beautiful approach," he was telling me, but I managed to cut him short.

"Really?" I asked slowly. "Why do I feel like you're trying to flatter me? It's unnecessary, you know."

He looked at me intently. This was an intentional act and I had to stop drinking and gaze at him as well.

"Do you mean you have been told that you're ugly?" He asked seriously now. This sounded like three different insinuations in my head. I could barely process it.

"No, I haven't," I replied.

"I'm glad!" He replied. Now, he took a drink from his cup. I was still bothered about what he told me.

"Do you mean I am hideous, and you have been joking with me by telling me that I am beautiful?" I asked slowly. If he affirmed this, it would hurt my heart.

"You have a beautiful heart," he said slowly. I wasn't ready to accept this.

"Don't beat around the bush! Tell me if I am ugly and I won't feel bad!" I told him slowly. This was a lie because I would feel awful if he told me that I was ugly.

"Like I said," he told me slowly. "You have a beautiful heart, but your face is more beautiful."

I couldn't help but blush.

"Are you lying to make me feel good?" I asked.

"Nah, you are the most beautiful woman I have ever met, and believe me, I love you!" He said slowly.

This is the moment I have been waiting for ever since. I had to give him a reply.

"I love you too!" I replied.

I am already in love with this strange man whom I know nothing about. He deflowered me, and he noticed that I was a virgin.

"You are a," he said, but I stopped him halfway.

"Yeah!" I replied.

"I will be gentle, I promise!" he replied.

I let him have his way with me. He was a strange man and I didn't know his name.

I woke up early that morning. I was feeling so relaxed like never before. Before I opened my eyes, I thought about the incident between us last night. Truly, he was so gentle and this made it more intense for me.

I could tell the size of his penetrating tool. It wasn't used selfishly. Instead of inserting it all at once, he went slowly and made me enjoy the moment.

I felt pain, especially because I was just getting deflowered, but his reassuring words helped me find pleasure. It was something I would like to try again for sure. I planned to find out his name today. I still didn't like that he was a stranger. In our part of the world, this was not good at all.

Still with my eyes closed, I moved my hands forward to find him. I eventually did, and I opened my eyes hoping to hear him say "Good morning, sleeping beauty" just like the way I used to read in novellas.

But that was the exact opposite of what happened to me.

I opened my eyes to find out that I was touching my pillow. I couldn't find the strange man who made love to me. I stood up and looked around instantly. I could see the bottle of alcohol that we drank yesterday, his robe, and nothing else.

Seeing his robe was reassuring. I knew he wouldn't go around shirtless, so that meant he had to be around somewhere. I decided to check him outside and this was the time I discovered that I had no clothes on. This made me quite shy. I could not imagine that I was going to see the man who had seen all of my body.

Nevertheless, I had to do that. I was eager to see him and kiss him properly in daylight. I took one of my clothes and wore it before I ran outside the room. I was so eager and excited about that point. I went outside the room only to find out that she was nowhere to be found. I didn't know his name, so I couldn't call him out at all. I was so worried, and I also knew that I could break down in tears very soon.

I had to go back inside, but an inscription made me stop. Someone had written words, and it was written on the ground. Right beside the inscription, I saw the pin I used for my hair. I had to check my hair to confirm that it had no pins. This was proof that the strange man I slept with did the job. I proceeded to read the words he had written.

"I ENJOYED EVERY BIT OF LAST NIGHT. I WILL COME BACK TO YOU. I LOVE YOU AND I MISS YOU ALREADY."

Instantly, I started to cry. I knew what this was. I had been ditched by this strange man after he ended up using me. He took my dignity and left me with nothing. I knew I would draw public attention if I continued to do this where I could be seen. I picked up my hairpin and cleaned off the inscription. After that, I walked back into my room. That was the safest place for me. I could cry as much as I wanted without any interruptions.

This had to be the saddest day of my life. It felt like a breakup but that, thicker than that. I was more unhappy because he robbed me of my virginity. If he didn't have sex before he went away, I might not feel so bad. I felt like he planned everything that happened that night. He made me fall in love with him and eventually made love with me and took his leave.

That was good for a smart, strange guy. I didn't know his identity. I didn't know whether he was a noble or a commoner. His identity was unknown. This has taught me lessons already. In my life, I would never have sex on the first date and, also, I would never fall in love with a strange man.

I will watch this from now on.

I wasn't the random girl. For me to have kept my virginity till I was twenty-five, could attest to the fact that I was very decent. I had several suitors that wanted me, but I turned all of them down. I attracted men a lot, but I was so focused. I didn't want any kind of man. I wanted my original mate, given to me by the moon goddess.

But of course, I had to wait till I couldn't take it anymore. That strange man had this charisma that made me fall for him like a log of wood. I thought he was the one for me because of our chemistry and, finally, I smiled as he exploited me. This was the work of my naivety.

That day was the saddest of my life. I had never gone through a breakup and this would be my first. I was in bed till evening. I cried until the afternoon and I stopped. I thought I would be hungry, but I wasn't at all. Once I heard the slightest noise from the door, I would run there to check if the strange man was the one who was knocking.

My hopes were dashed because he never came. I had to kick out of this trauma in the evening. I knew I couldn't do this forever.

I have to eat now. I couldn't cook much so I proceeded to cook the simplest meal I had in mind. While I cooked, I looked around at the items that he left for me. I looked at the alcohol only to find out that it was one of the most expensive around the region. It was a rare type of alcohol that could only be found in the mansions of Alphas, Betas, and rich nobles. I had a rethink about this strange man. He wasn't a normal man and there were more strange things about him than his unknown name.

We drank about half of the alcohol's content the previous night and with this, I decided to drink the remaining just before I went to bed. I knew I wouldn't be able to sleep and alcohol was the best therapy.

I also took a look at the robe that he left. This left me wondering if he left my place shirtless. I didn't want to think too much about this. I had to leave him to his business.

The robe was unnecessarily familiar. I didn't see all these the previous night because I was drunk with love and wine and because it was dark.

The robe looked like the one worn by royal families. If I was right, this strange man had to be the Alpha of the Alpha's son. I didn't know the probability of this.

Also, this strange man might be a thief. He could have stolen the robe and this must be the reason why he couldn't wear it openly. He had to leave shirtless. This made a lot of sense.

But the truth is, I didn't like the sense it was making. I knew I would overcome this trauma, but I didn't know how long it would take.

It was on this day that I discovered that eating stress was real. This was what I did on that day. I ate until I was tired, then I ended it all with alcohol.

I slept drunkenly, and I woke up with a hangover. I did this for three days straight. I wanted this strange man to come back to me once more. Even if he was going to come back and exploit me once more, I didn't care. I wanted to see his face and finally get to find out his name.

On the third day, I stopped this. I didn't know what came upon me, but I stopped drinking and I stopped living a carefree life. I started to be intentional about my healing.

I did what I would do on a normal basis. I went back to work and I was fine. I still remember his face and I thought about him once in a while, but I was fine.

I went back home at night and I cooked myself a delicious meal. I haven't eaten anything healthy in a long time and this would be my first. I ate this sumptuous dinner and I went to bed without getting drunk. I woke up the next morning without a hangover.

Then I heard a knock on the door.

I walked down to the door with sleepy eyes. I had my red lingerie on, and it covered my body well enough. I expected to see one of my neighbours, but I met something unexpected. This made me wake up completely.

He still had the same robe which he wore on the day I saw him. I turned around and saw the same robe on my chair. He must have many of those.

It was a strange man.