The Luna who said No (Luna awakening her true power)

Chapter 1

Sarah 's POV

"Bitch! Slut!" The heels crushed hard against my palms and I curled up on the floor. I've heard these insults so many times that they couldn't even divert my attention from the physical pain. Elena grabbed my hair and yanked me up off the floor so that I had to look up at her and her minions' gorgeous and arrogant faces. "You know very well why you're getting beaten." She looked at her friends. The minions echoed Elena with much more exaggerated expressions.

"Of course, because you're the daughter of a traitor bitch!,You don't deserve to live in a wolf pack, so go to hell." With that, another slap came to my face and Elena let go of my hair as my body slammed hard into the ground. I could still feel the sharp pain of Elena 's four-foot heels kicking me in the back during the flurry of punches and kicks. "No..." They obviously didn't expect my sudden outburst, and Elena questioned, "What did you say?" "I said, my parents are not traitors." I tried to say it as firmly and forcefully as I could, but someone had just kicked me in the throat and the defense sounded very weak. Even though I was beaten to the point of unconsciousness at this point, I could feel the anger in them. They were angry at my defense of my parents, and what made them angrier was the fact that a slave of low status had dared to defy them. Actually, I would have been much less abused since childhood if I hadn't believed so strongly in my parents. As loyalty was very important to the Crimson Shadow pack, they were angry with me, the daughter of a traitor. I would have died in the wild if it was not so cruel to exile an unsuspecting little girl. Crimson Shadow's Alpha allowed me to work in the pack house in exchange for staying alive until I left the pack at 18, but that didn't stop them from hazing me, just like today, and every day before. In fact, I couldn't hold it up before they launched their first "attack". But if I passed out too soon, the she-wolves would continue their abuse when I woke up.

After a short time, the sounds of their cursing grew distant, the pain in my body subsided, and the cold and darkness wrapped around me. "I may die." With that thought, a faint "Stop!" reached my ears before I was completely plunged into darkness. Whether to call it luck or misfortune, I awoke from the embrace of death. I braced myself to get up from the floor, only to realize that my right hand was broken, and I tried to see myself in the reflection of the stainless steel pan next to me. The reflection in the stainless steel pan, there was a girl with bruises all over her thin and dry body. I didn' t know if it was because of malnutrition or my long dry hair that was dusty and gray covering half of my face. I suddenly remembered the reason I was still alive. Had I been hallucinating before I passed out? I heard that someone saved me. The voice sounded familiar, but would anyone in this pack house dare to contradict Elena to save me? I couldn't help but scoff at the stupid idea. I was about to leave the kitchen when I realized that the door was locked tightly.

Without thinking I knew that it was a prank by Elena and her friends and that I would have to wait until tomorrow morning. The temperature in the kitchen was getting colder as the night wore on, and I had to curl up into a ball as much as I could, but my teeth were still clinking together uncontrollably. I often remembered my parents, the "traitor" parents who gave me a happy, warm home until I was six, who looked after me like a princess, just like Elena , except I wasn' t as mean and vicious as Elena . Elena had actually shown her dislike for me when I was a child and my father was a Beta of the Crimson Shadow wolf pack. I was still so naive to take her as a friend back then, until that thing happened. It was only when I became a slave and she became a Beta's daughter that she showed her true face. In fact, most of the wolves in the pack were avoiding me like some kind of plague. But only Elena often organized her friends and tried to torment me in every way possible. My heart sank again at the thought of my parents. They were the most gentle people in the world, and memories of my mother's soft embrace and my father's broad palm made tears well up from my eyes. I sobbed and couldn't stop, and then I didn't know if it was the lack of oxygen or the pain in my body that made me pass out again. The early morning sun woke me up. It was already time to make breakfast. If I delayed the meal, I would be beaten again. I looked at my right hand, which was swollen from the fracture. There was no choice but to use my left hand to prepare as best I could. "Crack" The door was suddenly opened and the person who came in was definitely in the top three of the "People I don't want to see" list. Nathan was Alpha Andre's son and he was not as vicious as Elena when it came to bullying me, he's just casual. But as soon as his golden brown eyes saw me, I was going to suffer, just like I was now. Nathan looked like he had just woken up from a nap. His messy long chestnut hair added a wildness to his deep, handsome face, and even if he wasn't the son of an Alpha, the girls surrounding him would continue to be infatuated with him because of his appearance. He ordered me to make a bacon and scrambled egg, which I struggled to do with my left hand to serve to him. He looked at me with a disgusted look and reached over and knocked the plate out of my hand. "You look too dirty. How am I supposed to eat the food you make?" He pointed to the food and broken plates on the floor, "Now you've made a mess of the floor too. Clean this place up before someone comes." I had to put up with the Alpha son's nonsense and grabbed the mop in the corner, but my broken right hand and the pain in my body made it impossible to check the floor carefully, so I could only wipe it haphazardly with the mop. I propped myself up with the mop. However, it felt like walking on jelly on my weak feet, and in a trance, just as I was about to make close contact with the floor, a sudden force lifted me up. Nathan lifted my entire body off the ground by the back collar of my shirt, making me shake subconsciously because of this difference in strength and size. Also, the collar of my shirt strangled me so much that I couldn't breathe. I begged Nathan to put me down, but he just let me hang in the air and turned my face towards him, and the next moment Nathan 's statue-like face appeared right in front of me.

"Oh no," I thought to myself, rushing to cover my eyes. There was some silence across the table, and even without looking I knew he was puzzled by my actions now, but it was the key to saving my life, and the next second Nathan did ask a question. "What are you hiding? Don' t your eyes look worse than your body?" And he snickered after that. I could only answer in silence, but that was clearly not the answer he wanted, and he impatiently tried to move my left hand away that was blocking my eyes, and I felt terrified that the color of my pupils that I had hidden for so long was just being discovered. "What are you doing?!" Asharp question interrupted Nathan 's movements

Chapter 2

Sarah 's POV

When Elena rushed into the kitchen, she saw Nathan carrying me in his hands. It was not exaggerated that she did "rush" into the kitchen and not like the well-bred young lady she appeared to be, which I attributed to her possessiveness of Nathan . In the Crimson Shadow pack, whoever had eyes knew that Elena was paranoid about Nathan , almost to the level of a lioness who protected her cubs, and clearly saw herself as the next Luna. This might be the first time I felt grateful to see Elena .

Nathan stopped moving his hands and threw me out casually like a broken rag doll. I fell to the ground and all I could do was make a painful huffing sound. Nathan explained casually to Elena, "Just bored." Elena was amused by Nathan's gesture and she looked in a good mood as she said to me, who was struggling to get up from the floor.

"Dirty puppy, I don't know why Alpha still keeps you. You don't even have a wolf." She pressed her shiny nails against her pink lips and pretended to think. "Well, but even if you had a wolf, then your wolf would look just like a dirty puppy like you!" she said, and left with her breakfast, saying goodbye to Nathan in a sweet voice.

Nathan's POV

Elena often sought out this traitor's daughter for fun, and I used to bully this girl with Elena when I was a child, as all the kids of our age did. But I was almost an adult now, and with the burden of being the next Alpha on me, I just didn't have time to toy with a slave Omega. And Elena was getting awful now, she was always fussing and chattering, and I really hated noisy women. But the girl in front of me intrigued me, she always shuddered at the sound of my voice, actually, I had little interest in insulting and suppressing her.

But as the next Alpha, everyone's eyes were always on me. This was all I could do in the face of a traitor's daughter. But she was really doing these long hours of housework very well, and at least the breakfast she cooked was quite better than I'd ever had. I ate my breakfast as I watched that skinny body doing her business.

I knew she could feel my gaze, and she cringed under it, which gave me a strange sense of satisfaction. "It makes no sense to do that, you shouldn't bully a girl." Caesar, my wolf, spoke to me in my head. "Really, a girl? She's the daughter of a traitor."

"You obviously saw it, the bruises on her body, which must have been done by Elena ." "So what, that's what she deserves." "Whatever."

My wolf clearly didn't want to pay attention to me and hid deeper into my thoughts. I could certainly see the bruises on her body, as large and small bruises of varying shades were all over her exposed tiny arms and legs.

I was curious how long she was going to tough it out. Other maids always found every excuse to rest during work, but I never saw her resting. It seemed that her life consisted of nothing but working and being abused.

I deliberately threw the fork on the floor and she hurried over to pick it up. Then she replaced it with a clean fork and handed it to me with both hands, with bowed head. Her right hand was swollen like a croissant, either sprained or broken. Tut-tut, it was distracting to watch her. "Get out."

I let her go and the swollen wrist felt like a slap in my face. The food in my mouth had also changed in taste, and I took two random chews intending to leave the kitchen.

Before I left, I snuck the kitchen key back into the closet. As for why I did that, I didn't know. Let's just say my wolf was taking pity on her. On the way to training, my wolf came out to talk to me again, and oddly enough, he always had goodwill for the girl.

He asked, "Why did you lock her in the kitchen after you saved her yesterday?" "I don't know where she lives, and Elena will beat her to death if I don't lock her up." "Oh, you're like a little boy who accidentally picked up a stray cat."

"She's more like a puppy than a cat, I guess, the kind that has to whimper around you when she gets kicked." "You're soft-hearted. So now that you've picked it up, keep it up." Caesar was definitely implying something to me. "Keeping such a stray dog that will bite its owner is better dead on the streets," I responded with vicious words. Being soft-hearted only because that would reflect badly on my family's reputation if she died here. Right, that's it. That's the reason.

Sarah 's POV

Even for me, today was very unlucky. Abunch of boys and girls of my age came into the kitchen, most of whom were Elena and Nathan advocates, so their attitudes towards me would be easy to guess.

"WOW, look at her, you'd think she just crawled out of the fireplace." I remembered the guy, Peter, who was Elena 's suitor, and he used to throw me off the second floor in front of Elena to "show his manhood". "That's right. She's so dirty. My family's slaves are ten times cleaner than her." I tried to flee the kitchen on unsteady feet and Peter immediately grabbed my right hand to block my way. I let out a cry of pain as he just caught me where I had broken my bone. "Oh, you're hurt."

He exaggerated, "I'm sorry about that." and pushed me back into the crowd. "Serve you right, traitor's daughter." "Keep her away from me. She has the filthiest blood on her." Peter casually picked up a croissant from the table and dangled it in front of my eyes. "I suppose you've never had one of those."

Indeed, even just a piece of croissant was a luxury for me. Every time I made a croissant, its scent could make my mouth watery. "I'll give you a treat if you bark like a dog." They gathered their eyes on me as if I could bring them so much joy by barking. My silence made what they said harder and harder. "Bark, puppy. Say 'I'm a traitor's daughter, I'm a bitch. " Peter mimicked me in a thin voice. "You see she doesn't even react. No less than a witch's child. She's a monster without a heart." "Witches are dirty bitches."

My mother's face flashed through my mind, and I didn't know where I got the courage or if it was from a moment of anger. I looked at the man who had insulted my mother and spat at him. "You son of bitch, my parents aren't traitors!"

He kicked me in the stomach, which made me vomit even though I didn't eat. I was kicked to the ground and one of them grabbed me by the neck, "How dare you! Your traitor parents were executed by Alpha."

"Go ahead. Admit that your parents are traitors." The others chimed in. I gritted my teeth and tried not to make any sound until I felt a strong blood smell in my mouth. "That's enough! " Acommanding female voice came from Luna.

The children's "play" had obviously affected her mood for dining. The crowd surrounding me finally dispersed and I got up from the floor, bowed to Luna and left the kitchen. Luna hadn't even looked at me all that time. I was like air to her. Now I felt like the basement I lived in was heaven compared to the kitchen.

A place that was damp and dark, yet undisturbed by anyone. I made a simple splint out of twigs and rags to wrap my broken hand. Then I took out the herbs I had hidden in the cupboard, crushed them and put them on the wound, as taught by my mother. Witches always kept their habit of seeking out the right herbs to treat injuries.

It was a good thing that my mother taught me these when I was a child, or I would have died long ago. After all, no doctor would treat the daughter of a traitor. Tending to the wound, I pulled a well-worn picture book from under the floor tiles. By the faint light of the candle, I looked intently at the world in the picture book. It was a completely different world than mine, a warm and soft world.

I looked at the calendar hanging on the wall with the days I had circled with crayons. In three months, I would be an adult. The thought of leaving this hell soon gave me hope in my heart again.

Chapter 3

Sarah 's POV

When I woke up, it was noon. Since yesterday's injury was still very visible, I decided not to go to school today because teachers never cared about me. And I couldn't have the energy to deal with stuff like book bags thrown down the stairs, tables and chairs collapsed in the hallway and how to get out of a locked locker. Yesterday's clothes still had dust and grease stains on them, which might cause me to get beaten up again when someone saw that.

Of course, I didn't have any clothes that I could change into, so I had to go to the river in my pajamas to get my clothes cleaned. The weather was getting colder. There were few people on the river at this time of year, so I hoped no one would see me. Then I saw a familiar face.

God, couldn't I have this one little wish? What's Nathan doing here! He should be getting ready for his Coming-of-age Ceremony not taking a walk by the cold river! Please, didn't let him see me! I prayed silently in my mind, hoping I'd run away before he saw me.

But the next moment he turned toward me, staring at me with that familiar scrutinizing look, and I was as fixed in place as a deer caught in the light, afraid to move a step. Nathan walked over slowly and scanned me up and down. It occurred to me that I was wearing pajamas, which were probably a rag in his eyes. Although the clothes I usually wore were rags for him too, maybe much worse than that.

"What's in your hand?" He was asking about the basin and dirty clothes in my hands. For a moment, I felt so ashamed to say this simple answer when it was clear that he had seen me in a wretched state so many times.

Nathan suddenly raised his hand and I thought he was going to hit me, so I hurriedly lowered my head. I didn't expect his hand to go in the direction of the basin, and he yanked it towards him. I subconsciously clutched the basin tightly and fought with Nathan .

But the disparity in strength allowed Nathan to snatch the basin away and I lost my balance and fell to the ground. This heavy fall made me feel like I was going to break my tailbone, and there were sharp little rocks on the ground cutting into the hands that were supporting me. I looked up at Nathan and the basin he was holding. Asudden gust of wind blew and Nathan looked down at me with a slightly dull look. It occurred to me then that he had seen my eyes.

My secret had been seen by him and a great sense of fear crept up my spine and I couldn't stop trembling in front of him again. I wanted to escape the scene in a hurry and was about to get up from the floor when Nathan suddenly crouched down.

I was still sitting on the floor, and he had his arm on my left side and his leg half-kneeling on my right side, holding me in his arms. The gesture was like a "Don't run" warning. I could only helplessly shield my eyes with my hands, which he removed with a gentle but irresistible force. Then he ruffled my hair in what could be called a "gentle" manner.

It was the first time I'd seen Nathan 's face so close and suddenly I understood why so many girls broke their hearts for him. His brown eyes looked like melted caramel in the sunlight, his nose was high and straight, and his thin lips were pursed together as he looked at me intently. As Nathan got closer and closer, the smell mixed with ebony and cedar on him lingered on my nose.

I could only lean back as far as I could, but I could still feel the warmth emanating from his thick chest. He began to trace my face with his fingers and I subconsciously held my breath. I could clearly hear my heart pounding violently until he brushed my lips. "That's too close!" The alarm bell went off inside me and I could feel his warm and moist breath. So I started to struggle and Nathan came back to his consciousness like he was waking up.