The Luna of the Most Powerful Alphas

"Drink it." A deep and commanding voice resonated above Cynthia's head.

　　The ship swayed gently with the waves, but the cabin was soundproofed so well that no sound of the sea could be heard. Sunlight slanted through the curtains, falling on Cynthia's flushed cheeks.

　　The strong werewolf sitting across from her seemed accustomed to giving orders, and Cynthia was nothing but a lowly subject.

　　Zachary Churchill, the youngest Alpha on the Nox Continent, exuded a natural coldness.

　　Cynthia bit her lip and looked at him.

　　His pitch-black pupils revealed no emotions. Her gaze lowered, eventually settling on the white teacup in front of her. Inside the teacup was a crystal-clear, light red liquid. Zachary's fingers gently stirred the teacup, causing the light red liquid to ripple lightly.

　　Cynthia was powerless to resist his command. She had to complete the task, but... The pristine teacup didn't just contain expensive red tea, but also something she was ashamed to admit.

　　Trembling, Cynthia reached out her hand.

　　Zachary noticed her nervousness and hesitation, but unfortunately, this almost pitiful trembling only aroused his sadistic desire even more.

　　Just as Cynthia was about to touch the teacup, Zachary suddenly changed his mind and stopped her.

　　"What's wrong? Do you think it's not enough?"

　　"No..." Before Cynthia could refuse, her voice turned into a soft moan.

　　"Uh... please, no." Cynthia clamped her legs together, but it only made it easier for the Zachary to insert a finger into her pussy. The little hole was already wet, and her small white panties were pulled aside.

　　His index finger pressed deep into her inner wall. Although it was just one finger, how could the virgin pussy withstand this kind of deliberate pressure? The already moist pussy was now completely soaked.

　　"Spread your legs." He ordered. He stared at the young girl in front of him. Unable to withstand the pressure of his gaze, Cynthia slowly opened her knees. She was kneeling on a red sofa chair, and this movement exposed her entire light pink pussy to the air.

　　He withdrew his finger, and the cool air rushed into her pussy.

　　The soft flesh of Cynthia's pussy involuntarily contracted twice. She thought him had given up on playing with her, but the next second, a cold object replaced his finger and pressed against her pussy. It was a copper spoon that he had just taken out of the teacup.

　　The teacup was placed on the small table.

　　"Mr. Churchill..." Cynthia's pleading voice was heard, but the man did not respond as she had hoped.

　　The cold back of the spoon pressed back and forth against her clitoris and labia, as if trying to dig out the core.

　　Cynthia wanted to avoid the touch of the spoon, but the man had already grabbed her waist and trapped her between his body and the sofa.

　　"When you came in, didn't you tell me that you could do anything I asked?" Although it sounded like a question, it seemed as if Zachary didn't care if Cynthia responded or not.

　　"But now you won't even drink your own liquid emitted by your own pussy." With Zachary's cold words, the spoon unrelentingly dug into Cynthia's virgin opening, causing a shameful, sticky sound and an undeniable sensation that made Cynthia's legs weak.

　　She eventually collapsed into Zachary's palm.

　　The spoon dug out the girl's liquid and mixed it with the tea. This time, Zachary did not give the girl a choice. He handed her a full cup of tea mixed with her own fluid, pinched her jaw with his other hand, and poured the entire cup of liquid down her forced-open mouth.

　　The sweet taste spread throughout her mouth.

　　Zachary patted the girl's cheek, wiped away the spilled liquid on her face, and whispered in her ear.

　　"Be good from now on, so that you can suffer less. Now, take off your upper clothes."

　　Cynthia never imagined she would fall to such a low point.

　　A month ago, at Cynthia's coming-of-age ceremony, the Bordeaux Wolfpack invited the most professional appraiser to determine Cynthia's shift result. Everyone was expecting the girl the Alpha had pampered to shift into a powerful adult werewolf under the witness of the goddess, and possess the unique snow wolf-form. Everyone was hoping that she would become the future Alpha with supreme power and glory.

　　However, the result was not as everyone had expected. Unlike everyone in the Bordeaux Wolfpack, Cynthia shifted into an omega. Not only did her glands transform into the omega-specific glands, but she also could not shift into a wolf form.

　　This was an unacceptable disaster and shame for the Bordeaux Wolfpack, with rumors spreading everywhere. The Bordeaux Wolfpack had never had an Omega before, let alone a member who could not shift into a wolf form. So many people suspected that Cynthia might be a bastard.

　　Cynthia's mother suffered unimaginable humiliation, and people behind her back accused her of having an affair with a lone wolf and giving birth to this Omega.

　　Unable to endure such slander, Cynthia's mother eventually committed suicide by drinking poison. After her mother's death, Cynthia's torment only worsened, as she sifted through her mother's belongings in the dusty room.

　　As she questioned herself, Cynthia wondered if all of this was her fault. Was she really a lowly bastard as those people had claimed?

　　[You're not a bastard. You'll become the Luna of the most powerful Alphas and inherit the Bordeaux Wolfpack.]

　　In the silence, a voice sounded in Cynthia's ears.

　　"Who's there?"

　　Cynthia looked up and scanned around, but she didn't see anyone. She thought it was her imagination, but just as she doubted, the voice sounded again.

　　[I'm in your hand.]

　　Cynthia lowered her head and looked incredulously at the object in her hand. It was a stained copper mirror, which had once been the token of love between her father and mother.

　　However, ever since Cynthia shifted as an Omega, her father had never seen her and her mother again. Her mother had left this once cherished copper mirror in a corner of the room.

　　And now, was the copper mirror talking to her?

　　Cynthia carefully reached out her finger and wiped the dust off the copper mirror.

When she had wiped it completely clean, her reflection did not appear on the mirror, but instead a line of golden words appeared.

　　[Go to the ferry terminal on the night of the full moon this month. Board the ship named "Desire" and this copper mirror will be your ticket.]

　　[After boarding the ship, follow the ship and complete the corresponding tasks according to the instructions on the copper mirror while sailing around the West Ocean.]

　　[When you set foot on the land of the Bordeaux Wolfpack again, you will be the leader of the pack and the Luna of the most powerful Alphas on the Nox continent.].]

　　Cynthia didn't want to believe the copper mirror.

　　What was happening in front of her was too unbelievable and beyond her cognition for the past 18 years.

　　However, the next words that appeared on the copper mirror made Cynthia's heart tremble.

　　[Don't you want to avenge for my owner?]

　　The owner of the copper mirror...

　　It was referring to Cynthia's mother.

　　[This is your last chance.]

　　The golden words disappeared at the end, and the copper mirror dimmed. Faintly, Cynthia's slender and delicate face appeared on the mirror.

　　In the end, she ran away from home.

　　And according to the instructions on the copper mirror, she boarded the "Desire" on a full moon night.

　　It was a huge cruise ship.

　　Cynthia didn't know how many people were on board or who they were, but the luxurious decorations, long red carpets, the famous paintings on the walls, and the ceramic treasures from afar were beyond the financial capabilities of the Bordeaux Wolfpack.

　　Cynthia followed the steward uneasily to her room.

　　Speaking of which, the copper mirror was really useful. After showing the copper mirror, the originally indifferent staff on the ship were polite and greeted her with smiles.

　　What was the origin of the copper mirror?

　　What would she experience on the ship?

　　With various thoughts in her mind, Cynthia was too tired to even eat dinner, so she fell asleep in bed.

　　She had put in so much effort to escape from home, and now on the ship, her emotions were still tense. She really needed to rest.

　　The warmth of the soft blankets on the ship was a stark contrast to the coldness of her home. She had a dreamless night.

　　The next morning, Cynthia woke up to the sunshine streaming in through the window, a clear blue sky with sparkling waves in the distance, making her feel refreshed and free.

　　She still found it hard to believe that she had escaped from that oppressive family. She was going to start a new life.

　　Just as Cynthia was basking in the sunlight and enjoying her newfound freedom, the copper mirror interrupted her thoughts: "Day One Mission: Deliver breakfast to Mr. Churchill in Room Z10. Breakfast consists of a cup of black tea and seven cherry tomatoes."

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　　The sound of the empty teacup hitting the brown table made a crisp sound, like a nobleman ringing a copper bell to order his slaves.

　　The sound was enough to make Cynthia feel panicked. She had never experienced anything like this before.

　　She had never even touched her own sensitive areas, let alone have a man play with them using a copper spoon.

　　It was enough to make her feel ashamed. "Mr. Churchill," Cynthia called out softly, her fingers twisting her dress nervously.

　　Zachary had little patience to coax her, nor did he care to do so.

　　His deep voice sounded, tinged with slight sarcasm.

　　"Don't tell me you can't even undress yourself without the help of a servant at home?" The powerful aura of the male werewolf made Cynthia's palms sweat, and the exposed part of her body also involuntarily produced more secretions, leaving a dark stain on her dress.

　　Cynthia experienced for the first time the natural submissiveness of an Omega.

　　She almost instinctively answered, "I can do it, Mr. Churchill." Zachary's gaze darkened. He smelled the faint scent of sugar in the air, and with his keen sense, he knew that it did not come from the sugar packet near the teacup, but from the girl in front of him.

　　It was the scent of Omega pheromones.

　　An Omega werewolf, who just recently undergone her first heat, entered a strange male werewolf's room in the early morning, saying "you can do anything you want".

　　Except for asking for love, Zachary couldn't think of any other possibilities.

　　But Cynthia didn't know any of this.

　　She was just following the instructions of the copper mirror.

　　Without giving the girl time to think, Zachary stood up and approached her, dark shadows engulfing Cynthia. She only saw his broad chest and the golden eagle pin on his lapel.

　　His warm fingers touched Cynthia's neck, and his thumb inexplicably pressed down on her throat.

　　Cynthia's neck was delicate, and one hand was enough to grip it. The slight feeling of suffocation didn't make her cough, but she felt the his immense, overwhelming pressure.

　　"I guess you don't want to undress here, right?"

　　"......?"

　　"If that's the case, you can go somewhere else."

　　Zachary glanced at the nearby ship's railings, the silver rails reflecting light, where werewolves of different ages leaned against them, holding long-stemmed glasses in their hands.

　　Cynthia understood the man's meaning of "somewhere else."

　　"No! I don't want to."

　　"You have ten seconds to think about it."

　　After Zachary finished speaking, he no longer paid attention to Cynthia and turned to open his own storage cabinet, taking out a hat and a pair of black gloves.

　　He put on the gloves, pressed down the brim of his hat, adjusted his clothes. He seemed really intent on taking Cynthia out and letting her be naked in public.

　　Cynthia shook her head low, lips pursed tightly, fingertips gradually lifted, pinching the strap of the collar.

　　"Five seconds."

　　Zachary didn't turn around, speaking with his back to Cynthia.

Cynthia's heart trembled, finally succumbing to the irresistible intimidation.

　　She took off the strap of her collar, revealing her neck and clavicle, as well as the white undershirt covering her chest.

　　The opening of the Bordeaux clothes was mostly at the front, pierced and tied with thin and long straps. If she pulled off the straps, she would took off the entire clothes.

　　Her clothes slipped onto the sofa chair.

　　Cynthia's kneeling position was somewhat unnatural, and she tried to cover her chest and lower body with her hands.

　　"Two seconds."

　　Zachary turned around and saw the dress that the girl had taken off and the bra covering her breasts, frowned dissatisfiedly and approached her.

　　"What did I say just now?"

　　Cynthia was too ashamed to repeat the man's command.

　　"Undress yourself completely."

　　On Cynthia's body, aside from her askew panties that had already been pulled down to her thighs, all that was left was a small top barely covering her breasts.

　　In contrast, Zachary was dressed immaculately.

　　Under the brim of his hat, his deep brown hair covered half of his pupil, making it difficult to discern his expression. Cynthia's fingers trembled as she clutched the hem of her small top, trying to make a last-ditch effort. "Mr. Churchill, I'm just here to deliver breakfast," she said, her voice barely audible, almost drained of all courage.

　　"So?" Zachary seemed to have completely missed the point of Cynthia's words.

　　"..." Cynthia lowered her head in despair.

　　The command of the copper mirror sounded.

　　["Tell Mr. Churchill: Please enjoy me."]

　　"Please...enjoy me," Cynthia said. There was a moment of silence.

　　Perhaps Cynthia's words had really pleased Zachary. The cold and aloof man didn't seem to pursue the fact that Cynthia hadn't undressed within the specified time.

　　He stood in front of the sofa chair, with his right hand passing through Cynthia's hair, stroking it a few times.

　　His left hand lifted Cynthia's top and pulled it up to her neck, revealing her delicate and beautiful breasts and light pink nipples.

　　"That's not bad." He said, trying to hide his desire and embarrassment.

　　Zachary's fingers slowly traced from the top of Cynthia's breast to her waist, causing Cynthia's body to tremble under the touch of his leather gloves.

　　He leaned in close to Cynthia's ear and spoke in a deep voice, "However, the command earlier wasn't completed, and punishment is inevitable."

　　Zachary stood upright, took out the bronze spoon that had once been inserted into Cynthia's vagina from the teacup and fiddled with it between his fingers.

　　"Kneel down. Hands behind your back."

　　Cynthia couldn't resist anymore, whether it was because of Omega's obedience to the powerful werewolf or because she couldn't make any out-of-line actions under the command of the bronze mirror.

　　She slowly brought her hands behind her back.

　　"Look up at me."

　　Cynthia raised her head, and her gaze met with the man's. Under the man's instructions, she could hardly feel anything except for his pitch-black pupils and the pressure of the spoon against her chin.

　　"Lift your boobs."

　　Cynthia pursed her lips and straightened her back, causing her full and round breasts to almost brush against the man's hands.

　　And then, without giving Cynthia any chance to react.

　　"Ah-" The back of the bronze spoon in Zachary's hand hit Cynthia's left nipple with precision and force, causing it to instantly turn red and erect, as if it had just been cruelly teased.

　　Cynthia was gasping, almost unable to calm down. She instinctively wanted to cover her chest with her arms.

　　"Mr. Churchill." She pleaded.

　　Zachary remained unmoved. He grabbed her wrist and the spoon struck her left nipple again, more heavily this time.

　　"Ah..." The pain spread from the nipple, and Cynthia's entire upper body tingled.

　　His voice became even more stern than before, threateningly: "If you don't want your nipples to be whipped, put your hands behind your back."

　　The pain was unbearable.

　　But what made Cynthia feel even more ashamed was that because of the whipping her nipple with the back of the metal spoon, more sticky fluid flowed out of her lower body.

　　A sense of emptiness overwhelmed her.

　　She began to miss the man's warm fingers pressing on her vagina. Undeniably, an Omega's sensitive body was naturally aroused by such humiliation and manipulation.

　　The numbness in her boobs remained, and Cynthia bit her lips.

　　Zachary pinched the girl's chin, pressing down on the corner of her mouth through the black gloves.

　　Cynthia thought that he would soon take the next action, but Zachary just looked down on her in this way.

　　He asked in a flat tone, "What's your name?"

　　"Cynthia Green." Under the man's gaze, Cynthia didn't dare to lie.

　　"You are an Omega?"

　　"Yes, Mr. Churchill." Cynthia felt embarrassed because of the man's gaze, as if he could see all the details on her body.

　　Not only the erect nipples and bare lower body, but also the secretions constantly oozing from her vagina, even the intact hymen and small uterus deep inside.

　　After shift, Omega's reproductive organs would grow into completely different shapes compared to other werewolves. Omega's uterus would undergo secondary growth, making it more conducive to fertilization and semen irrigation.

　　And all of this seemed to be penetrated by the man's deep gaze.

　　"The scent of pheromones in the air has always been faint. You're resisting, trying to hold back, and not wanting to reveal your pheromones."

　　Zachary was not satisfied with using pheromones to seduce her. As a powerful werewolf and the Alpha of his wolfpack, he wanted Cynthia to actively release pheromones, beg for his touch, desire his generosity, and seek pleasure from him.

　　"Since that's the case, let's make a deal."

　　Cynthia looked up at him.

　　"Next, I will use the back of a spoon to slap your left and right nipples five times each. During the slapping process, I want to hear you counting. If you finish counting and no pheromones are released, I will let you go."

　　"What if...I fail?"

　　"Have you started thinking about the consequences of failure?" Zachary stared into the girl's eyes, "What would a male werewolf do to an Omega who releases pheromones in front of him? Do I need to make it any clearer?"

　　"......"

　　Cynthia's heartbeat became even faster.

　　Zachary, "Let's get started."