The Luna's Queen Revenge: Cursed To Love My Enemies

"Ahhh...hmmm" Liah moaned from the double shot of pleasure,she was bent on all fours. Rael's dick in her mouth while Kael's dick was thrusting into her pussy. Kael's left hand was wrapped around her neck while his right was gently caressing her butts. Rael on the other hand fucked Liah's mouth while his hands played with her c-cupped breasts.

Rael tucked the hair covering her face behind her ear and buried his fingers in her black hair. "I'm Cumming." Kael said from behind. "Hmmm." Liah moaned again. It seemed she was also going to cum,and so was Rael.The kind of pleasure she received was unlike any other. It was completely unexplainable.

It was intense,my frail body could hardly handle it.

I was a hybrid maid, trying to seek revenge for my parents death.

They're lycans princes who I despised so much.

~~~ Flash Back To When It All Started ~~~

Three years back

"Liah!" My mother's voice echoed behind me, panicked and breathless. I knew she was chasing me, but she wouldn't reach me in time.

My father-king Thor-sat tall on his throne, having a conversation with two wolf shifters of two neighboring packs. Lawrence, son of Ryker of Teris Pack, and George, son of Victor of claw-shot Pack. They were both my supposed suitors. But I won't let them have their way.

The very thought made my stomach churn.

"I won't be marrying any of you!" I shouted, my voice cracking through the throne room.

Gasps rippled through the chamber. The guards stiffened. My mother reached the entrance just as I finished, her hand clutching her chest like she'd just been stabbed.

"Liah!" Father stood up abruptly. "What are you doing? You're not supposed to be here. Leave at once!"

"No!" I shouted, my voice became louder. "Sorry to disobey you, your highness," I added.

Lawrence and George both rose to their feet, their faces tight.

"Your highness," Lawrence said coldly, "you said she was obedient and willing. Quite aware of the unity this marriage was meant to form."

George scoffed. "This isn't the girl you described."

"Oh please," I spat, facing them fully. "You power-hungry wolf shifters think I'm a pawn? That I'll play nicely and wear a pretty dress while you pass me around like some treaty?"

"Liah!" My father snapped. The sharpness in his voice felt like a slap.

But I didn't back down, because I wasn't done yet.

"This marriage alliance is over," I said, my voice low, yet deadly. "Leave. Now."

The two men hesitated, but the fury on their faces gave way to humiliation. George growled beneath his breath. "You'll be hearing from our fathers, king Thor. I can't believe this."

Lawrence said nothing, just shot me a look full of disdain before they both stormed past my mother out of the chamber.

For a moment, the room was silent. Then...

**

"How dare you!" My father roared, his voice like thunder. "This is the height of disgrace! You're a princess, for god sake!"

"I never asked to be!" I snapped.

"I'm tired of your rebellion, your outburst, your defiance!" He pointed at my mother. "And you! Queen Rachel, this is your doing. I told you, you were spoiling her too much, now look what Liah has turned too."

My mother flinched as if struck by lightning.

My chest tightened with rage and hurt. "If you need an heir to be queen so badly, why not give the crown to Rory? She's always been the perfect little princess. Make her your heir!"

"Liah-" mother's voice wavered.

"I don't want to be a part of this!" I screamed, my voice raw. "And I certainly don't want to be queen!"

My father's face darkened. His eyes burned with fury, and before I could brace myself, he raised his hand.

And I flinched backward trying to hide my face, my mother gasped. "Thor, don't-"

I stared at him-unbothered of what's yet to come. I didn't think it'll have to come to this father,

I ripped the circlet from my head-the polished silver still warm from my skin-and I threw it on the marble floor. It clattered loudly, spinning at the feet of my father and mother.

The sound echoed.

"I am tired!" I screamed, my voice shaking with fury. "Tired of your rules. 'Liah, do this.' 'Liah, act like this.' 'You're of royalty, you must marry this one or that one.' I'm done pretending like I'm ok!"

My chest heavy. And their stunned faces only increased the anger boiling inside of me.

"You all forgot one thing," I continued, my voice low but filled with pain. "I'm a wolf shifter, not some fragile puppet on a throne. I have the right to choose who I want. My mate could be out there! I could find him tomorrow-or today!"

My father's face turned furious. My mother took a step closer pleading silently with her eyes.

"We're clearly not on the same page," I said, glaring at them both. "So I denounce myself as heir. As princess of silvermoon. I want nothing to do with this kingdom anymore."

I, Princess Liah Patrick, denounce myself as the heir, your daughter and pack member of silvermoon pack and I cut all links to you all.

And I turned my back on them.

"No!" My mother's screams echoed through the hall like a shattered glass. "Liah, please!"

I didn't even look back.

"Goodbye, father," I said coldly, then ran. My heels clamping on the cold floor, the walls of the palace blurring around me.

"Don't just stand there like fools!" My father screamed behind me while holding his chest. "Don't let her get away! Drag her if you must!"

I heard the guards run after me.

My mother collapsed onto the floor, her voice breaking apart behind me. "Please, Liah... don't do this... this is your home, where will you go?" Her sobs broke my heart, but I couldn't stop. Not now.

My lungs burned as I sprinted through the castle hallways, pushing past startled servants, trying hard to pass through tight corridors I once memorized as a child. I reached the back exit-

Freedom. I said to myself.

The cool air brushed my skin as I ran out of the palace, my heart pounding like a drum. I didn't stop running even when I heard boots behind me. The palace lights faded in the distance and my body screamed in protest from exhaustion.

I was on the run now.

"I can't take their controls anymore," I whispered between my ragging breaths as I darted through the woods beyond the gates. "If I have to be rebellious to find my happiness... then so be it.

"I'm sorry, mother," I whispered into the dark, slowing down now that I was losing my father's guards. "But I have to do this. No one knows the emotional weight I've been carrying. The pressure to smile, to act like a queen and princess, to act perfect-to be the flawless daughter, the noble leader and the queen they do dream of... I just can't do it anymore."

Tears slid down my cheeks. As I heard the howls of pack members, they must have felt it too. The bond I broke, ugh!

Then I remembered my uncle's voice which echoed in my mind. "You do have a choice, Liah. They'll never admit it, but you do. Don't let yourself be confined by your parents."

He was right.

"They have Rory," I said quietly, wiping my tears with trembling fingers. She's strong and submissive. She'll take my place.

Where are you? We must leave now. He mindlinked me.

I looked at silvermoon castle one more time, with teary eyes. Goodbye father, good bye mother... Those were my last words at my kingdom.

Liah's POV

Three Years Later...

I used to think life in the human world would be easy. Sweet like honey. Smooth like sugar. No titles. No rules or even my parent's controlling behaviors.

But I was wrong.

This world wasn't kind. Especially not to someone like me. My uncle, the one who told me I could finally be free here, get my breathing space and do as I please-but bringing me here, he disappeared with no way of reaching him. Not a letter. Not a single message. It was like he just vanished.

I had no choice but to survive on my own.

He told me to suppress my wolf Nadia just like I did the wolf bond to my pack "revoke" as he called it. He said revoking her will help me blend in more as a human because they would never accept what I truly am.

But how do you kill a part of yourself?

I couldn't do it.

Nadia-my wolf-was all I had left. She was the only voice that kept me grounded through the sleepless nights and aching days. She was my strength when I had nothing else. How could I turn my back on her too?

So, I didn't.

I hid her instead.

And because of that, I lived in hiding. Working minor jobs just to afford rent in a one-bedroom apartment with creaky floors. It's been three years and not a day goes by that I don't regret what I did.

The image of my mother collapsing after I threw my circlet and revoke myself as a pack member. The way her voice broke. The way my father's eyes shattered. I could hear them calling after me that night. I felt their pain, but instead of staying and saying I was sorry my pride got the best of me and I kept running instead.

Now, here I am.

A waitress in a downtown diner with sticky floors and a sour-faced manger who breathes down my neck every minute. The customers? Some are kind, most are horrible.

If not for Grace, my best friend, I don't think I would've made it this far.

She came into my life two years ago, bringing peace and laughter into my sad life. She took me in when I had nowhere to go. We became friends-best friends to be precise. And still, she has no idea who I really am.

But tonight, I was going to let her in and tell her about my past.

I slipped into the restroom during my break, staring at the cracked mirror on the wall. My reflection barely looked like me anymore. My skin had lost its shine. My eyes-now dull and tired.

We looked like hell, Nadia, my wolf added.

You don't need to tell me twice, I miss home Nadia. I was an ungrateful little bitch and here I am paying for my sins.

Do you think mother or father texted? I asked my wolf. They've been texting me for the past three years every single ways, but I was a coward to even open their messages.

Every time I opened it, it broke my heart and I felt like I could shit my pants. Sometimes I use my claws to draw marks on my body just to feel the hurt I inflicted on my parents but it's not enough. I just hope my sister Rory will be the best daughter I never was.

***

Midnight finally came, my shift was over and I left the exit of the diner. My feet ached, my clothes smelled like grease, but I didn't care because tonight was about Grace. It was her birthday, and I wanted to be the first to wish her.

The streets were quiet, the kind of quietness that will make the hair around your neck rise. I hugged my thin jacket closer, walking the familiar path I always take to my small apartment. I had something special planned-a little cake, and a gift which I hid in my room. Just for her, I saved for three months.

When I opened the door, the lights were off. She was probably asleep. I said to myself.

I tiptoed inside and gently placed the cake on the table, lit a single candle, and stood over it for a moment.

I whispered to myself trying to mimic how I would wish her, "happy birthday, Grace. Thank you for being the one light in my life.

There's something I need to tell you, but before I could finish those words my ears perked up, I could clearly hear movements and there were not Grace, even the scents lingering in the room.

My heart pounded as I reached for the light switch and flicked it on.

My breath caught on my throat.

The apartment was in ruins. The middle table and the couches overturned, dishes were scattered and the curtains torn from the rails. There was blood on the floor, I followed the trail of blood and it led to the bedroom me and Grace shared.

"Grace?" I whispered, my voice cracking as I followed the scent and the faintest, heartbeat.

I crept toward our shared bedroom, trembling. My hand pushed open the door slowly, and the sight made my knees buckle.

Grace.

She was lying in a pool of her own blood, her body seriously bruised and her eyes barely open.

"No,no, no-Grace!" I dropped beside her, pulling her gently into my arms. "Who did this to you? Tell me! Please!

She winced, blood bubbling out of her lips. Her voice came out in a whisper, coated in pain. "Not everything... is what it seems."

"What?" My voice shook. "What are you talking about?"

"I knew, Liah... I knew about what you truly are Liah," she coughed, her eyes losing focus. "There's... there's a letter for you... on the lamp post, take it and run."

"No-Grace, stay with me!" I begged, gripping her hand tightly.

"I'm sorry..." she whispered, and then her hand went limp in mine.

"Grace!" I cried, tears binding my vision. I shook her, but it was of no use, she was gone.

"What do you mean run? What do you mean?" I screamed, my voice full of rage and pain. I gently laid her down and staggered to my feet, my heart pounding as I turned towards the lamp post.

Nadia stirred restlessly within me. Liah... we're not alone. Seems like they came back.

But before I could react, something heavy slammed into the back of my head.

Hot pain exploded in my skull. I stumbled forward, gasping and then everything went black.

Liah's POV

I woke up with a groan, ugh how long have I been unconscious? My head throbbing like someone had driven a spike through my skull. My mouth was dry, and every inch of my body ached. I tried to move, but a sharp pain shot through my neck. Something cold and hard dug into my skin.

A collar.

I blinked through the haze and realized I was chained to a metal chair. My wrists were tied behind me, and the collar around my neck was spiked-my eyes widened wolfsbane I whispered out. I could feel it burning against my skin, draining my strength.

I tugged slightly, but the second I did, pain Iit up my neck like fire. I gasped, biting my lip to keep me from crying out.

Where the hell was I?

Looks like I was in an abandoned house. Concrete walls and broken windows.

Then I heard multiple footsteps.

A door creaked open and in came four men, dressed in casual clothes-hoodies, dark jeans and boots-but their faces were all hidden covered with black masks. My wolf stirred in my chest, she felt uneasy and alert. I couldn't see their faces.

"Show yourselves, you cowards!" I snapped, my voice hoarse. "Who hides behind masks?"

They laughed in a mocking and cold response.

"Easy there, tiger," one of them said, his voice smooth yet taunting. "You just woke up. No need to get all cranky."

I narrowed my eyes. "Rogues."

The leader stepped closer, clearly from his stance. One would know he was used to being in control.

"I have no fight with you," I said, struggling against the chains. "So why the hell did you kidnap me? How do you know who I am?"

He chuckled again, circling me like a wolf sizing its prey. "Oh princess... you don't need to have a fight with us, for us to have something with you. But anyways we're just doing our jobs."

"Jobs?" I spat. "So someone sent you? Who-" I paused as the thought slammed into me like a brick. "Wait. Grace. Did you-" My voice broke. "Did you have to fucking kill her too?"

The man tilted his head. "That bitch knew too much, and we didn't want her blabbering about our master's identity to you. For two years she's been deceiving you and feeding us information.

"No..." I shook my head slowly. "You're lying. Grace would never betray me. She saved me. She cared-"

"Did she?" He interrupted, his voice more sharper. "Why would you even trust a weak human in the first place? With people like her once offered money, they'll kiss your feet. They'll do anything for the right price."

Do you even think your meet up with her was a coincidence? Pathetic!.

"You're lying," I repeated, but the words leaving my mouth didn't sound so strong.

"Why would I lie princess?" He asked.

The room swayed for a moment. My heart clenched. No... Grace wouldn't.

Tears stung my eyes, but I forced them back. I wouldn't let these mutts see me break. I would not give them that power.

Rage slowly replaced the pain I felt. My wolf Nadia, pushed forward, snarling inside of me.

My eyes burned and when I opened them again, they became glowing blue.

The leader stepped back. "I could already sense his fear."

"I'll kill every one of you."

***

I tried to stand up again, my legs shaking beneath me, but the cold chain around my neck yanked me backward, slamming me into the chair. The wolfsbane burned even more into my skin. I hissed in pain, biting back a scream.

"This isn't a fair fight," I spat. "Are you scared I'll kill you all once I'm free?"

The masked men laughed and it echoed around the empty room.

"Not quite, princess," the leader replied, her voice calm. "Well, you did ask who sent us. Let's just say... someone from your own family. And that person has betrayed you.

My blood ran cold.

Family? Another betrayal?

My breath hitched as the man continued, even my wolf Nadia felt wounded in her heart. All this betrayal was too much to bear.

"Though... your father. Ah. Seeing the King's face when he finds out his precious heir is here with us. I wonder how much he'd pay to get you back."

He smirked under his mask,

"Wait," one of the masked men chimed in mockingly. "Didn't she give up the throne? Let your fancy crown for the human world? And now look at you. Pathetic.

They all burst into laughter.

I gritted my teeth, my hands in chains but my nails elongated dug to my skin.

"Alright, enough," the leader said, raising a hand. "You're all getting the princess here all riled up. She might actually loosen herself up and tear one of us apart." He mocked again.

He turned to me slowly and crouched so we were at eye level.

"You're a pretty one," he said, brushing hair from my face. I jerked away, but the chain kept me pinned. "Killing you, as instructed, just wouldn't be right. Why waste such beauty?" He leaned in closer, and his next words made my stomach churn. "Why not be my slave mate instead? After all... you haven't been marked yet."

I stayed silent. I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

But then, his hand shot out and gripped my chin, forcing my face up to meet his.

"Look at me when I talk to you," he growled.

I met his eyes-and spat straight into his face.

His smile vanished.

"You little-" He wiped the spit off angrily and turned to his men. "Rip the clothes off her. Let's see how brave she is then,"

One thing for sure, I will be having my way with her.zZ Whether she likes it or not.

***

They had stripped me bare. The cold air stung to my skin as they threw me on the dusty floor, my body shaking, and hands still in chains. The wolfsbane was already deep within, weakening me more by the second. My life was wearing out.

Nadia, I called out for her. But she wasn't responding to me.

The leader crouched over me, his eyes darkened and I could clearly see the lust in his eyes.

"I wonder what a princess tastes like down there," he sneered.

Tears slid down my cheeks. I tried to fight, but my body wouldn't listen. Maybe this was my punishment-for abandoning my life as a wolf princess and for turning my back on my pack. To be used and left to die.

But just as his hands touched my thigh, a loud crash echoed through the building.

A growl. Then another.

The door burst open, and within a second wolves stormed in-huge, fast and they were ruthless. They tore through rogues, not giving them time to transform and fight for themselves. Blood sprayed everywhere and screams of agony and pain filled the air.

The leader turned, frozen in shock.

"You!" he shouted at one of the strange wolves-who had shifted back into human form-but I couldn't see who it was. Everything was spinning in my eyes. His face twisted in betrayal before he dropped to his knees, blood pouring from his neck.

Then, darkness took over my body.

Days later - Hospital Room

The beep sounds of the machines brought me back. My eyes fluttered open slowly, the light was too bright at first. The scent was sterile.

I blinked again, and a familiar face came into view.

"Rory?" I whispered.

She smiled, her eyes glassy with tears. "You're finally awake."

"Where... where am I?" My throat was dry and sore.

"We found you in the outskirts of wolfs land. I've been tracking you for months, Liah. Didn't you get father's letter? He sent that a month ago.

I blinked. "I did, but I was captured before I could even have a glance of it.

"I tracked your wolf-and the address father sent it to. Thank the moon goddess we found you in time. If we hadn't..." she trailed off, her voice trembling.

I tried to sit up, my body still sore and weak. "The leader... he said something about someone from the family wanting me dead."

Rory stiffened. "Who? Did he say a name?"

I shook my head. "No. He didn't.

She held my hands tighter, but I spoke first. "Thank you for saving me, Rory. I owe you."

I looked around. "What of father and mother? Why aren't they here? Are they still angry with me?"

She hesitated. Her lips trembled. "After you left... breaking the bond... It weakened them both. They were never the same."

My chest tightened. "Rory... what happened?"

"They were killed, Liah."

I froze. My world stopped spinning.

"By who?" I whispered.