Reborn: His Scarlet Moon

She ,no longer , was the queen she used to be. Reborn as a mere human, Sherizad, the Werewolf Queen. None like history had ever seen. She would have disowned her own self had she seen her future like that.

An young adult ,freshly dropped out of college, drowning in debts, struggling to make ends meet and keeping her dying father barely alive with a little prayer, hope and a lot of chance.

Oh! And I forgot to add, she lived beside a dump yard. She, who was the queen of fragrance. It is said that men from all Packs flocked to sniff a little bit of her heavenly scent, that radiated across her country,when she was declared the first female Alpha in werewolf history.

***

" Ahhhhhh! Hhhhmmmm! Ahhhhh! "

Her groans woke her up with a start.

She was having trouble sleeping again. She got up from the bed without even trying to get back to sleep.

It was useless. She knew it very well.

She was used to spending night after night. Awake. For no reason in particular.

Her doctors said it was probably due to stress.

She searched her pocket.

" Found ya! "

Her hands took the cigarette out quickly as her fingers hurried to light up its tip.

" Ahaaaaa! "

One draw from the soft cylinder between her lips, and -

Heaven!

Everything bugging her head blew out like the circular smoke that she exhaled.

" Ahem! Ahem! Ahem! "

The sound of a series of coughing pulled her immediately back to the inside of the room. Up from the heavens, she was again in her own ,tiny,personal hell.

" Baba! Baba! Are you having trouble breathing again?"

She ran back to the old crippled man. Her father. A former drunk head. But he was the only family that she was left.

" Sherizad? "

he looked at her with those questioning eyes.

That was the name he addressed her by whenever he was having his amnesiac attack.

She lifted his half raised hands and put it against her face.

" Baba. Look carefully. Look into my eyes. It's Sherry. Your Sherry. Your little daughter. "

He immediately withdrew his hand.

Then ran to the corner of the room.

" Don't... don't hit me. Don't hit me. I will do anything. I swear. Anything. "

Sherry rolled her eyes over. He was at it again.

she tucked the sleeves of her long T-shirt.

She was gearing up for her regular battle routine.

It was time to pull and tie the old man up on his bed.

She usually kept him chained when she went out for work. Or rather looking for it.

But she felt too bad to let him be that way when she was around. She often gave him a little breather. However it never ended well.

The doctors had suggested sending him off to a rehabilitation centre. But they had given no hope of him getting any better. They said he was definitely in his last stage.

His body had suffered several damages during his young years. Sherry didn't know much about her father's past as well. What he did. Where he lived. His family. Nothing.

She didn't have the opportunity to ask her mother about it as well. She had died during childbirth. Her life had ushered in her death.

It was traumatic whenever she tried mentioning her mother to her father. He would absolutely break down. So. much so that they didn't even have a picture of her anywhere. Sherry wanted to. She wanted to talk about her. Know her. What kind of a woman she was. What she liked? How she looked?

But it was impossible to bring the topic up in front of her father.

" Leave me! Let me go. Let me go! "

The old man was stretched out. Holding the pillar with one hand and the table with his legs.

Sherry was standing over him. Looking for the perfect position for the tackled.

She pulled his feet off from the table.

Three

Two

One

Heave- Ho!

She pulled him with a jerk by his legs. His hands flung open. With one or two tiny cuts. The pillar inside their room was still not plastered . It was just a crude cement structure. The rough edges were responsible for whatever damage he suffered.

" Let me go. Let me go. I swear. I swear. "

His gibberish never seemed to end. Often time it climaxed into a yell.

It was lucky they lived beside an isolated dump hard.

The stench from the place kept most people away.

But Sherry never complained. She was grateful to have atleast a roof over her head.

" And...here... you... go! "

She heaved heavily as she finally put the chains back on.

It seemed to calm him.

Like placebo. It immediately put him back to sleep.

" Ufffff! "

Sherry heaved again. Looked at the sky from the tiny window. It was still stary and clear. The moon shone like a temptress against the black. Like a mistress open for her master.

She picked the end of the half finished cigarette that she had hurriedly put off.

Lit it again. This time taking her sweet time drawing in every bit with pleasure. No hindrance. Nothing to disturb or distract herself.

She heard a distant howling from somewhere far away.

A pained, tormenting lament. Withering, crying, lamenting for its mate.

Sherry strained her ears to hear some more of it.

Animals never scared her. Wolf or tiger.

It was human beings that were more scary. She always thought.

She had always been shunned, kicked, bullied and laughed at for her background.

A smelly rotten pig. That was what she was. Throughout infancy and school.

When she had finally got the opportunity to be in college, she had thought her past would never haunt her there.

But it seemed like it was too much of a wishful thinking on her part. She was humiliated on the very first day of college. In the middle of the university.

She had come running back home. Wanting to hide there forever.

But luck didn't bestow her with that much favour. She saw her father coughing blood the moment she returned.

" Baba! What! Wh... What is this? "

her already shaky body became weak at the knee. Fright, shock, worry. All hit at her together.

" Sherry? How are you here. Aren't you supposed to be in your college?Ahem! Ahem! Cough! Cough! "

" Baba! "

Sherry ran towards her dad. Blood filled as his body shook with the after effect.

" STAY BACK! "

he yelled. Sherry stopped on her track.

" Don't come near me. "

" But Baba! "

" I said NO! "

his voice was stern. Sherry froze in her steps.

Then turned back and ran out of that door.

From that point onwards the only aim in her mortal life was to collect enough money, to treat her ailing father.

Nothing else.

Ryan was not your average Alpha who inherited the leader position just by virtue of birth. Infact, his birth itself was the most humiliating discussion that he ever had with anyone. His father never acknowledged him untill his Alpha mark manifested on his back. He was abandoned, neglected but he had a golden heart. He was the best of mates to his friends and the worst foe to his sworn enemies.

He never cared or bothered about women untill he met that one girl who was about to change his life forever.

However she left behind such a scar that his view on women, henceforth, changed forever. He started treating them as objects, used to vent out frustration.

***

"Move your hands!

NOW! "

Ryan roared as the trembling woman slowly let her hands slip . Uncovering her voluptuous breasts. She was standing only in her skirts against the wall as her husband looked on with horror.

" NO! Noooooo! Please please let her go. I promise to clear up all my dues. I swear. "

The man helplessly whimpered . His hands restrained behind him by two sturdy men.

" Really? You swear? "

Ryan's voice was cold as ice.

"Beck, help her with the rest of her dress. "

he ordered one of the men to move towards the vulnerable woman.

She was shaking at his enormous size.

Beck smirked. Jumped right above her and ripped her knee length skirt apart with the slash of a hand. Then pulled his huge claws back inside at the end of the act.

The woman was more shocked at the sight of the transformation of his hand than she was at standing there, now completely naked.

"Wha... what... what on earth was that? "

she was asking her husband who himself was now cowering in fear. There was no more room for shame or compassion left in his chicken heart for his wife or her being assaulted.

He threw the bunch of keys that he was hiding in his vest pocket.

" Take this. Take her. Take everything. But please, please let me go. "

the wife was now least of his concerns. He had even thrown his beloved casino away at Ryan's feet. All he wanted at the moment was to keep living.

" Interesting, "

Ryan kicked the keys away.

He walked slowly towards where he was prostrating with his nose against the floor, hands and legs stretched out.

"Aaaaaaaaaaa! "

his scream echoed through the empty hall.

Ryan had stepped over three of his fingers. There was a loud crack. They were definitely broken.

The two men laughed with amusement.

Ryan looked back at them like a proud father.

" Are my boys bored? Would you like some entertainment? "

Beck and Josh both pursed their lips and licked. They knew the next part of the instruction very well.

They slowly turned towards the woman who was now bent over herself.

" You are free to taste! "

No sooner did the words leave Ryan's mouth than his men pounced over the man's wife. Dragging her away by the neck to another corner.

Her shrill yells for help was of no avail.

Ryan turned his attention to the husband.

" So, your casino is gone. Your woman has gone to my boys. What else do you still have that is of any worth ?

I think you still owe me a fortune. "

"I... I will pay up. Everything. All of it. I just... I just need some more time. "

He crawled his way towards Ryan's feet and started kissing it with his lips.

Ryan arched a brow.

He lifted one leg up. Looked at it's underside.

" Isn't it quite dirty down there! "

His gaze fixed at the man who was now looking at his face. Then quickly turned towards his shoe.

He held it with both hands and then began cleaning it with his sleeve.

"LICK! "

The sound of his command made the boys at the corner stop their act for a bit.

The man too stopped.

There was total silence.

He then slowly tried lifting his head towards Ryan. But it seemed too great a burden. So he immediately pulled his tongue out and began diligently cleaning.

The boys too turned back towards their prey.

The woman stretched apart. One thrusting vigorously inside her. His size so big, she was almost bleeding. The other held her face up by her hair and was drilling the inside of her mouth. The sides of her lips cracked from the wide. But she was neither in the position nor in the situation to even cry. They flipped and switched between her openings. Till they decided it wasn't enough. They both decided to go in together as they held her firmly up by the breast. Their beasts slowly taking over their eyes. Pleasure and fulfilment turning the amber of their iris to bright red.

BLARGH!

VOMIT!

PUKE!

The sound interrupted the boys' climax. They turned to the disgusting sight of the man vomiting all over the floor.

Ryan calmly pressed his head down with the shoe on which a little bit of his vomit had fallen. He then forced it down with a thud.

The man's head smashed against the ground. Cracked open and the insides of his brains came out and scattered all around his vomit.

It was now the woman's turn. She could take it no longer. She too threw up on herself. .

This made the boys immediately move back.

" Ewwwww! What a mess! "

Ryan calmly exclaimed, carefully removing his shoes.

"Boys take care of the bitch and come over. I will need some assistance getting back to my car. "

Beck was beside Ryan in the flash of an eye. Josh turned towards the woman and held her by both her legs. Then pulled them off on either side. Effectively splitting her body in two halves as her insides spilt on either sides.

"Boss! "

Josh was also beside Ryan now .

" Ah! Ryan. Ryan. How many times do I need to remind you that. It used to be Alpha... Alpha all the times before. And now you have started with the Boss... Boss thing. Too disgusting. "

Ryan pretended to be horrified.

" Now. Lift me up and carry me to the car. My new shoes have gone to waste. Poor things. Now I need to buy another one. Let's go straight to the store. "

The boys immediately lifted him up and darted towards the parking lot.

He was a heavily built tall guy. Clad in a black and white business suit. Black sun glasses over his eyes.

He relaxed at the backseat. Pulling down the sun roof as his boys took the wheels for him.

The face he carried would never give anybody the slightest hint about what it was capable of. His level of atrocities.

Sherry was sitting above the wall. Dangling her feet . She was about to light another cigarette when suddenly a hard hit at her head made the lighter jump out of her fist.

" Aouch! Sarah! That could have been fatal! "

" Fatal? Fatal how? "

Sarah jumped over the wall as she positioned herself beside her friend. Banging both her legs on either of the wall as she talked.

"I could have slipped, hit my head against that rock and suffered internal hemorrhage. "

The way Sherry explained ,made it seem like it had really happened.

" That was descriptive. Anyways why are you here? Did you loose this job as well? "

Sarah snatched the cigarette in her hand from her and lit it for herself.

"Thanks." She smiled at Scarlet who made a face.

"What happened this time? Did you get into a fight? Did they accuse you of stealing?Did you break something?Did they not pay you? Is there any new angle to this story? "

Sarah arched her brows and made them dance.

Tweeeeeet!

Tweeeeeet!

Tweeet!

Sherry blew a couple of whistles. That was another stress buster,

" Yeah. The same old. But I swear it wasn't my fault this time. That lady was standing right beside the ceramic statue. I was just sweeping. I came to clean the spot she was standing on. I asked her to move. She did. And the statue fell.

Would you believe what they did? "

Sherry pulled her T-shirt up to show Sarah the raw wound. It was about ten to fifteen inches long.

" Ieessshh!

Bloody animals. How could they, when it wasn't even your fault? Bloody #### ...! "

And Sarah graced them with her musical of abuse.

" Enough, enough. Sarah. I think that's enough. They are not even here to hear what you are saying. "

Sherry's words made her stop and look around. As if she didn't already know it.

It made Sherry giggle.

She and her weird friend. They were the best combination on the planet. A match made in heaven.

" You know, they said it was very precious. Ummm, something like a relic. "

Was Sherry feeling guilty for no reason.

" Nah! They were probably bluffing. Relics are way too expensive to be in a pawn shop. They must made made it up to taunt you. Besides, you would be in jail for damaging a relic. Not sitting here, sulking and drawing on this cigarette. "

Sherry took the lit cigarette from Sarah's hand and pulled a few rounds.

She blew the smoke out in circles. Sarah did something with her hand around it and it turned into a heart and then vanished.

" One more. "

Sarah seemed excited.

Sherry blew out one more.

This time Sarah made it into a balloon with a tail.

"Cool."

Sarah clapped her hands. Impressed at her own art work.

" One more, one more... "

Sarah was rubbing her hand. Getting ready for her next attempt.

But Sherry stopped.

She thrust the cigarette back in Sarah's hand.

"I will need a new one you know. Like a new one that pays me over night.

Father's bills are due for about three months. They will not carry on with his treatment if I don't clear atleast some of it by the end of this month. "

Sherry hung her head low as she jumped off and kicked a rock.

" And? "

Sarah urged her to finish the part that was bugging her from the inside. The reason Sherry had called her but hung up without saying a word. Her phone had been switched off ever since. But Sarah knew she would be here. Her favourite sulking spot. The old abandoned building by the cliff. With a view of the sea, splashing endlessly against the dead rocks. And the sky kissing the end of the ocean as it bent it's majestic self .

" I called Rosey up. She fixed me up with her Agency. They sent me my first appointment. "

Sherry could not even bring herself to look up at her friend's face.

" Sherry! Sherry look at me. "

Sarah turned her towards herself by pulling at her shoulder.

" Did you join an Escort Agency? "

Sherry nodded.

" Sherry! "

Sarah couldn't find words to articulate her feelings.

She took a deep breath.

" Ok. Let me tell you this straight up. I know you need the money. I know your situation but girl,you can't go for this appointment or whatever. Look. You are not meant for this. You. Look at you. You can't even talk to be about it. How will you even strip naked in front of a completely unknown man? "

Sarah's question sent a chilly shudder down her spine. The mere thought of serving herself to someone unknown was making her feets cold.

" I, ummm, but I ... I need the money they are willing to pay up. It's more than my entire month's worth of salary. It will help clear all our debts. May be... may be I could even take father to a better place for treatment. "

She was fidgeting with her fingers as she spoke.

Sarah watched and then heaved a sigh.

" You know Sherry, I myself live a life of want, if not begging. But I have never longed for money. Whatever I make , selling those drawing of mine on the road, sees me through the day. "

She slowly walked upto Sherry and patted her back.

" But I really felt the need for money today. I really really hoped I was rich enough to give you everything that you ever wanted. I really... "

Sherry pulled her into a sudden hug. Sarah could not finish her sentence. Tears built up in both their eyes.

" Okay. I don't know if you will end up going or not, "

Sarah quickly wiped her tears to get back to business,

" but if you go, remember your safety is the number one priority. No amount of money could compensate for that. Alright? "

Sherry nodded.

" Take all the necessary precautions and do not hesitate to call me any moment. Any time. Do you understand? "

Sherry nodded again.