The Doomed Luna

AMIRA'S POV

I heard him growl from behind me, a snarl more like. I could see his eyes blaze with anger. A dread of foreboding washed over me as he continued to glare at me, approaching me as though I was his prey, and he were the predator.

His eyes continued to darken, and his gaze grew even more intense, was it anger? Was it fury? I had no idea, I couldn't really tell.

But I knew I had not done anything to upset him. What was it this time? Why was he approaching me with that stupid smile on his face, yet his eyes screamed murder? These were the thoughts that filled my head

This was not the first time I had caught him leering at me, he and the others had made me do stupid things just for their amusement. But this was what I could not take. I moved back three paces, as Alpha Christian's Gammah, Adrian approached me with a sneering smile on his face.

If shivers had a physical form, then I could literally feel them crawling up and down my spine.

"If you come near me, I will scream" I said shakily, unsure whether or not that would even be possible. My voice was held captive within my throat by a stringent fear that refused to set it free.

"Nobody wants a cursed Omega, Amira, and so I can do as much as I want to do with you, and this time, there is nobody here to help you. You can scream all you want.. " he said cockily grimacing as he felt so satisfied with himself.

"Help! Help! Help me! Everyone! It's Amira!" He laughed as he raised his voice in mockery of me, just to prove his theory that I was now beyond help.

I looked around me to find something that would help but no, there was nothing in sight, it was an empty room they had asked me to clean. This was a plot that everyone else except Alpha Christian was aware of.

He lurched at me trying to grab me with both hands, but I ducked immediately and jumped to the other side of the room which was closest to the door. I reached for the knob and pulled it hastily, but it did not budge.

I looked up at him with terror in my eyes, that was the worse thing that could happen to one in the presence of their enemy...terror in your eyes, it feeds them, and gives them the confidence and strength to oppress you even further.

"Hahaha," he laughed amused at me. He was literally getting off on this, the bastard. He towered above me, but I saw an opening right under his arm, as I tried to make a run for it, I stumbled on the wool made rug which laid across the floor, my tiny toe becoming tangled up in a lose thread, which tripped me up, and led to my fall.

Without wasting any more time, he climbed over me, more than willing to have me on the floor, scarring me and making me his victim for life. The fight in me was waning as his hands reached for the buttons on my Maid uniform.

He ripped and tore at me, in spite of my struggling hands. He hit me across the face, just so I would stay still, but I just couldn't bring myself to. He even grabbed my throat severally, just to stiffle out my cries for help.

How many times had he tried touching me against my will? Ever since he and Alpha Christian found me laying in the forest, wounded, I had become a target for every Soldier in the pack. Worse of all was the fact that the other maids revered me, including the Head of Maids.

She revered me so much that she threw me into their arms, I became a prey in the camp of lecherous predators.

Even now when my arms became weak and I struggled to fight back, even though, my weak claws scratched away at his face, clipping across his left eye, scathing him, he remained adamant and relentless.

I was cursed to never find love, to never be accepted, and to always be rejected, and this was one of the prices that came with the package and I had to pay it.

Slowly, my eyes began to close, my strength lessened, and I could no longer fight and when his hands found my tights and ripped them apart, I knew it was over. This would be the height of things.

Until suddenly, I heard a coarse growl, a hoarse voice, one filled with venom and hate.

"How dare you?!" The voice asked with undisguised viciousness. In one swift move, Gammah Adrian was lifted off me.

My vision was blurry, but I could see Alpha Christian land a punch to his belly, which may have resulted in a combustion or rupture of either his spleen or spine, or perhaps it was just sent a referral pain through out his body, because through half closed eyes, o could see blood run down his nose and mouth.

Alpha Christian continued to hit him, I saw him grab his throat with an intention to kill. Murder was reflected in his eyes, and I wished I could have gotten up to plead with him to let him go, but my throat hurt from all the hits i had gotten from Gamma Adrian.

"Let me go! What did I do wrong anyway?!" Adrian coughed as he staggered up.

" What gave you the right to lay your filthy hands on her? What?!" Alpha Christian bellowed again, grabbing him by his shirt's collar and with one swing, he flung him across the empty space, which left him crashing into the wall. Gamma Adrian was a huge man, and so, the wall itself could not bear his weight.

It crumpled behind him, leaving dust particles everywhere.

I struggled to sit up, and crawl to a corner where I would be safe from the chaos. Alpha Christian was unstoppable, and even I, was surprised that he had decided to fight that hard for me.

I felt a sharp pain at my side next to my left rib cage, it hurt terribly. Adrian had hit me there severally, it hurt so much I could barely push my own weight around without going blind with stinging pain.

Luna Vivienne's voice suddenly roared through the room, I turned to gaze at her, there was extreme horror on her face. I turned my gaze back to Alpha Christian, he stood over Gamma Adrian with a big block in his left hand, one which had broken out of the wall Adrian crashed into.

He stood over Adrian with the block raised with both hands ready to smash Adrian's face with it.

"Put it down, Christian! What is going on here?!" She asked looking around at the mess. Her eyes darted angrily from Alpha Christian's stiffened body to my battered frame.

Apparently my strident cries had been heard from afar, but the Maids had Vehemently refused to come to my aid.

"Are you really going to kill him, Christian?!" She asked completely terrified.

A deadly silence filled the air as sweat like drops of blood dripped from Alpha Christian's face, I had never seen him so angry, not like this, not ever. Was he really going to kill him?

ALPHA CHRISTIAN'S POV

"You would dare battle your Gammah for the sake of that cursed girl?!" My Mother's voice rose in the darkness.

"I have never had anything taken from me ...... Yes, i will defend her with my life, Mother. I am in love with that cursed omega, and she alone will be my mate whether you fall in line with it or not!" I muttered angrily back at her.

We strode back to the mansion in the darkness, I had taken Amira back to the healing shed, where I was sure she would be safe. I needed to get back to the mansion to pick up some herbs I stored solely in my room.

"What has come over you Christian Stone?!" She bellowed angrily. "You are already bethrothed to Sheela, she is your Mate and Luna to be, that has already been fated from start!" She said with an intensity that sounded more like desperation.

I paused on the third step leading up to the entrance of the house. I began to bubble with anger at those very words, "Mate" and "Luna" , especially when they were attached to Sheela's name.

"Then why does she not make my blood boil the way Amira does?!" I yowled angrily.

" Why doesn't my wolf go crazy anytime I am around her?! Is she really my Fated Mate? Or is that just what YOU would have me believe?" I questioned her, it was apparent she did not have my answers, because she merely stared back at me utterness silence.

Then just as immediately, she uttered the very words I could not for the life of me understand where they stemmed from.

"Have you...have you slept with the cursed girl?" She asked in a whisper that could have only been synonymous to the utterance of an abomination.

My mother looked as though she was about to throw up the bitter taste of the very words she had just spoken.

I kept silent and ignored her careless assumption, but no matter how my skin burned from Amira's touch, it had only ever happened once.

The memory flashed before my eyes as I remembered what it had felt like being with her. Her soft skin, her eyes which had been glazed over with helpless pleasure and desire.

I had found her standing by the armoire in the Soldiers quarters where all the weapons had been kept. She had not heard or seen me walk in, her back was arched as I watched her try to pry open the armoire.

"You can't tell me it is that difficult to pull open am ordinary piece of metal" I asked jesting, because I knew even the weakest of wolves could pull open a metal drawer.

She turned to me with eyes widened in fear, even though I could tell that she was equally affected by my presence, just as I was by hers, she still revered me because of the difference in our position.

I allowed my eyes glide over the form of her maid's uniform, it was a tab below her knee, and still did nothing to hide her curves. I looked at her beautiful face, her full lips and sharp green eyes pierced shadows of need into my loins.

Was it just me who she drove this crazy? The fear in her eyes had told me my ravenous desire were evident in my gaze. I could not hide how I felt, how she made me feel. And even in that moment, I could feel my heart beat erratically.

"Stand still" I ordered her, I saw her petite frame freeze, as she lowered her eyes to the floor. There was nothing worth searching for there, but still her gaze remained steadfast, planted to an invisible spot on the brown and cream colour tiled floor.

I moved up to her slowly, and paused when I was a few steps away from her. I put my index finger under her chin and tilted it upward until her face was within my gaze. Although, her eyes were still lowered.

I let my eyes roam freely down her beautifully carved, chiseled face, her long, dark lashes, her full, succulent lips, which made me clench my jaw for the very reason of exacting control. She was my mate, and every part of my body could not resonated in agreement with that very fact.

I Tilted her face further towards mine, until I was few seconds away from her lips, and then I kissed her. Her eyes flew open the moment our lips collided, but she was already in too deep to realize that even she burned with the exact same desire that I did.

Our bodies moved in sync to wch other, our hearts beat together as one. I lifted her up into my arms putting her legs around me as I ravisged every taste of her succulent lips.

I allowed my hands feel the very pulse that resonated through her entire body, and she did not resist me, but only dived further into my touch and kiss.

It was careless of us but I placed her down on the beautiful red and white carpet which bore the insignia of our pack, a crested moon with a white glow around it. On that very floor, I made love to her in a way I had never mads love to any woman I had ever met.

Our worlds did not seem so different in that moment, our hearts were one, our thoughts were one, our desires were one, and everything that seemed to make us who we were melded in that single moment to create what fate wanted us to be....Fated mates.

***

I turned away from my mother, and walked away from her. I found Adrian in the living room, seated on the sofa, his entire face was bruised up and his jaw swoll from the effect of the beatings I had given him.

He watched me with hateful, angry eyes, but he dared not stand up against me, I was still his Alpha, and he had his choice to make.

Sheela walked out into the living room, her eyes widened with shock at the sight of Adrian's battered form.

"What happened here? Was there an attack?" She asked rushing up to me when she saw my hand was bruised up as well.

"No, there was no attack...Christian here decided to beat me up because of that cursed girl!" Adrian replied angrily. He winced just as he was done speaking from the pain of his swollen jaw.

My fist tightened and I clenched my jaw angrily, grinding my teeth as I stared at him.

Sheela's eyes widened and her face morphed into a frown, "is this true, Christian?" She asked.

I gave her a vicious glare which more than spoke about how true it was, it also revealed that it was none of her business.

"You are beyond lucky, I only bruised a few organs, I should have sent you to a morgue by now" I growled angrily.

"How could you? What is it about that cursed girl that makes you so wild?!" Sheela asked angrily, her voice breaking with emotion. But I did not answer her, I looked into her eyes, as realization dawned over her and her face contorted with shock.

"You already know the answer to that" I said through gritted teeth, and walked away from all of them.

AMIRA'S POV

I woke up to the sight of candle lights around me. From the poignant smell, and the stiff air within the room, I could tell I had been taken to the healing bay. It was a small shed which was meant for taking care of the badly wounded.

I was alone in the room, the row of beds which lay ahead of me to my right were all empty, I liked around the windowless room. Nothing except the smell of python oil triggered the feeling of repulsion around me.

I had not had anything to eat all day, but still, I had a feeling, I was going to empty my meal from the previous day all over the place.

The iron door rattled, and I suddenly became scared, my chest beat violently within me, as I sought for a place to hide. This place was accessible to anyone, even the soldiers. I became afraid that someone might try to hurt me again.

I tried to stand but almost fell the moment I did, I was still too weak to move by myself. The door plunged open and I had no where else to go, only fear stood between me and the open door, or maybe it was death, I had no idea.

Until I saw Alpha Christian push through the small open door space. I let out a sigh of relief, and at the same time I cowered in fear. I knew he would not hurt me, but I still did not know how to hold my face up on his presence.

It took alot of courage to still sit still as he approached me, holding the tray of food in his hand. I was beyond surprised to find him with a tray of food .

He walked up to me, but with a placid look on his face. I had never really seen him smile, I had never really seen him happy. Except...except that one time when he made love to me in the armoury.

He had seemed content, and even after that, he had held me so lovingly in his arms that it was hard to figure out what was actually running through his mind. I had never for the life of me imagined that something like that would have taken place between us.

Even now when he looked up at me, there was hurt in his eyes. I knew I did not look as beautiful with my bruised lips and swollen left eye. There was still that throbbing there which made me feel like it was swollen and every movement was an invitation of pain.

I winced as the door banged shut. He also winced with me, it was strange, it was almost as though he felt my pain. Or perhaps, it actually did hurt him to see me hurt.

"How are you feeling?" He asked when he had taken a seat on the bed beside me. I hugged my knees up protectively around myself as I stared up at him. Was I his prisoner? Or was I something else? What was really happening between us?

"You don't have to be afraid of me" he said I'm a tone that was calm, yet a frown passed across his face. As though, he was hurt that I had even thought he would harm me.

"I am sorry for what...for what happened. I wished I had been there earlier on, then you would not be in this condition" he said to me.

"Here, I brought you food" he said and opened up the plates of food which were in the tray. There two flat wooden plates which had been covered with wooden bowls. It was strange because those only existed within the healing bay, which only meant that he...

"Did you cook?" I asked in a hoarse voice that hurt my throat. It was low but, still, I managed to get the words out. And he still heard me.

He laughed a bit, and that was the first time I had ever seen him smile. My eyes searched his face, as a frown of confusion laced over my face.

"Yes, I did. I found a deer out in the woods and caught it. I prepared soup for you. Don't worry, I made it myself, so you do not have to worry about being poisoned, and I can eat take a bite or two myself to prove that to you" he replied

Just like he had said, he took two spoons of the soup, and two chunks of the meat, and chewed them excitedly, as though, they actually did taste delicious.

I smiled, and took the tray from him. With shaky hands, I placed them on my lap, because I had been extremely hungry. I felt like I had not eaten in forever.

My stomach hurt badly, and it felt like there was a stomp in my belly that just wanted to be satisfactorily fed. Without thinking twice, or stopping to savour the taste, I drank the two plates of soup which laid in front of me.

He put two tablets of aspirin in my hand and gave me a cup of water, which I swallowed without hesitation because every part of my body hurt badly.

I turned to him with shy eyes because of my unladylike behavior towards the food. But he did not look at em with distaste or anger, instead he looked at me with something akin to admiration.

"Why are you doing all these for me?" I asked with a less hoarse voice. The soup and water had helped open up my throat, and freed my vocal cords from the rustiness which ahd been its previous state.

"Do I have to even spell it out?" He asked looking at me intensely. His gaze unwavering, and hurt.

There was something in his eyes that said I was supposed to know the answer to my own question. I turned my gaze away from his burning stare, it bored into me as though trying to pierce my very soul.

"I...but I am just an unworthy Omega" I stated plainly, looking at my palms.

"You are not an unworthy Omega, you are My Omega! And you don't have to ever forget that. Do you understand me?" He said in a tone that made me worried I had made him angry.

"I am sorry I upset you" I said lowering my eyes.

He placed his hand under my chin and scolded me.

"No! Don't ever be sorry about anything. Not if it is not worthy of an apology. Aren't you tired of being sorry, Amira?" He asked with such intensity that showed he was furious at my demeanor, at the fact that I was weak.

"You are not a weakling. You are Mine, mine Amira, and that alone should make you strong" what did he even mean by I was his? I had never belonged to anyone or anywhere, but here he was laying claims to my very existence.

"How am I yours, Master? I am just a slave, and I have nothing to offer anyone. I am cursed, never to belong, and never to be loved. I was rejected by two mates already. I am cursed, for the world to trample on" I replied fiercely, yet with a sadness that could not be explained.

His silence told me I was right, and even he could not argue with that fact.