The S**y Luna's Hot Revenge

Chloe's POV

I slowly come around to my senses, but everything, with the inclusion of my memory, is only a hazy blur. And why on earth is my back attached to something so cold?

I try to shake the uncomfortable feeling away, trying to move out of whatever is behind me, but then I find out that my movements are restricted and my hands are cuffed around my back.

Definitely means that the cold thing I was feeling against me is the pole that my hands were cuffed around.

Great, just great.

But how did I get into this situation again?

My head hurts as I try hard to think about the events that had occurred leading to this. How did all this happen to me?

Then slowly, it all began to come back, my memory of the last events trickling in. An improvement, but still.

Lilly and I are going to the pack's party, us getting into the kitchen area to cook and serve drinks.... Diana comes to howl at us.... Marcus behind her staring daggers at us....Mark mind-linking Lilly, telling her to return us to the packhouse as soon as possible- no, immediately...... Lily sensing we might actually get killed..... us getting into a random car and turning the car around to get us back to safety from the claws of the pack's owner....., The large truck at our rear ...and then hitting our stolen from behind.....The car flipping over and landing the wrong way as Lilly and I dangle from our seatbelts..... Lilly calling out to a disillusioned me... A raging roar coming out from the direction of the event venue..... and lastly, everything suddenly going black and somewhat peaceful.

That is it! That is what happened! I was in an accident. But if I was in an accident, where is Lilly? She was in the accident too? And why am I handcuffed to a very long pole instead of being treated in a hospital? Where are my parents?

That is when it hit me. Like a heavy flood, the memories I tried so hard to push behind my subconsciousness come rushing in. My parents are dead! I'm a refugee in a foreign pack! Somehow, I find out I'm mates to the Alpha, but before we could accept our mating bond, everything crashed before my eyes courtesy of Micah and Diana who plotted against me, and Marcus who mercilessly fell for their lies.

"Marcus, look. The brat is finally awake!" A taunting voice I know very well says, as the owner of the voice took an intimidating stance in front of me. Micah!.

The dark wood pack!.

"Looks like she finally decided that it was time to come around. Do you know just how many times I have tried shaking and pushing and pulling you awake?" Alpha Marcus spits into my face, seething. I raise my head and see him standing before me in all his glory -6.7ft tall, muscles filled arms, jet Black hair, full pink lips, broad shoulders and in no doubt, the finest piece of male I've ever seen.

He is a freaking adonis!

Marcus sends a kick to my side, one that would have sent me sprawling, if not for the pole supporting me.

"So you actually thought that you could run away, huh? You thought that you could escape? Did we not tell all of you puny wolves that the only escape available for you is your death?" Diana asks with a menacing smile. "Poor thing...you should have probably died with your parents right?"

This is terrible. I feel awful.

What had happened to Lilly? What did they do to her?

And of course, they don't have the decency to take me and Lilly to a hospital first. They are just brutal that way. Especially the witch called Diana.

"So it is actually true? You did spike the event meal with bitter flavors? Did you want to embarrass me in front of these great people and that too, at my residence? Making them neglect my entertainment and leave the party before it comes to an end?" Marcus screams and I flinch back.

"I didn't do anything like that, please believe me." I cry out, hoping he will understand. But at that, he only sends another kick that makes something in my body crack, most likely one of my ribs.

Maybe I will finally die here since the accident didn't kill me.

"You are not allowed to speak, Omega." Micah snarl, pulling at my hair.

I know that the wise thing to do is to probably keep my mouth shut and succumb to their verbal insults and very physical hits, but I can't help it.

"Every wolf, regardless of the position the apparent lack of, as one in my position, has every right to speak. That I know at least." I say weakly, my body drenched in my very own sweat and blood.

Then suddenly, with a speed that I can't even comprehend, a force hits my cheek and pushes my head obliquely with absolute ease. Marcus had punched me in my face!

That will definitely leave one helm of a swelling and a very big swelling later.

My mouth tastes of something metallic and I know that it was not the iron fillings that the people in upper positions sometimes used to prank us omegas while we ate.

They would add iron filings to our food and watch us eat. Once, it even killed one of us, but that definitely did not deter them from doing that.

I just hope that all I get is an injury and that I have not lost a tooth. That would be a terrible thing to happen, seeing I'm already five down.

"Where-" I begin to speak, my voice hoarse, and followed by a lot of blood being coughed out of my system. "Please t-tell me where Lily is." I rasp out, spitting out blood afterward, it is so much that my eyes begin to spin immediately.

"A kick for every question." is the reply Marcus gives me before he sends another punch to my face. My lips are immediately covered with my blood soon after that.

"Your little friend should be dead by now. We wanted to kill her but that would have been too nice, you know?" Marcus replies with a fucked up smile.

"Yes, and so we gave her some more wounds and left her in the other room to bleed to death. And yes, even her white wolf's fast healing powers will not help her now-She has been cuffed with silver handcuffs." Diana says with a proud nod of his head.

"S-s-silver cuffs? Please, do not do that." I plead with them and Micah comes forward and kicks me again.

"Bold of you to think that the words of a waste of good space would be able to plead on anyone's behalf....Thief" Marcus shouts and leans closer. "Did you actually think that I will listen to your words-the words of a liar and a thief? A rogue for all you're worth?"

"I think the right words are a lying, cheating, and pathetic whore" Diana adds and they all fall into a fit of laughter but silence suddenly ensues when a knock comes sounding on the door to my cell.

Chloe's POV

"Who the fuck is that?" Marcus thunders and I bet that whoever it is, shivers from the intensity of the voice.

"It is I, Mila," a small voice says from the other side of the door. A minute of silence passes by before a slave girl appears-more like pokes her head inside the room, visibly shaking.

"The beta, sir Mark asked for you. He says it is very urgent " She announces breathlessly, her voice wavering and her eyes darting to me once. I see the pity in her eyes for me. We aren't exactly close but we aren't enemies either. A tiny tear escapes her eyes as she regards me but she quickly wipes it off before any of the monsters could see it.

Lucky you!

Personally, I think that the sight of me looking all battered and bloody, and the sight of the pack heads standing in front of me with all the blood too is enough to make her lose consciousness for a while or cry her eyes out for me. Any creature with a conscience will bawl their eyes out just at the mere sight of me.

"Get out," Marcus shouts at the slave girl, Mila, and with a high-pitched scream, she runoff.

Smart choice.

"We are going to come back for you and then afterward, we will have a lot of fun together, breaking your bones and your somehow seemingly strengthened resolve," Marcus says and turns to Micah and Diana, signaling them to come with him. Diana grabs a fistful of my hair and gives it a rough tug before she finally walks out.

"Two more kicks for old time's sake?" She asks Marcus, looking at him. An onlooker will think that they are talking about something emotional or something like that, but I know what is going to come.

Marcus nods and I shut my eyes. "For old time's sake," Marcus says with a psychopath-like grin.

I shrink my body in readiness for the harsh impact but the hits do not come. I count to ten times and again yet nothing.

I open my eyes, one at a time, and make the mistake of opening my eyes. The duo reach for me immediately I do so, punching my arms so hard that I could have sworn that I have dislocated my shoulder. And then they give me two more kicks for good measure.

Stupid mind games.

"You should feel honoured that we spend a lot of time with you, brat." Diana laughs a pretty one which disgusted me because the only thing that is pretty about her is her peanut-sized brains.

"These Omegas can be so ungrateful most times, Zeta. After giving you a place to stay after the rampage that cost your Bloodline, you dare pull a hard one on us? The hands that feed you?....Really?." Micah asks before they all finally match out.

I stay, lying down on the floor with my arms still handcuffed at my back. It is the most uncomfortable position, but at least the cold floor feels a bit better as my wounds press against it, absorbing the coolness. It stings and hurts a bit but that's the summary of my life. Nothing new.

I wonder if Lilly is alive or if true to their words, they had killed her. My instinct says she is still alive and so does winter star, my wolf. Another perk of being a white wolf is the accuracy of our instinct and wolf instinct.

Even with my instinct, I only hope my best friend since I was in the diaper is alive. the leaders of the dark wood park are notorious, it will not exactly come as a shock if they kill her without me knowing. Especially since she's in silver cuffs.

Normally, she should be able to heal faster than usual, but then, with the silver on her, her quick healing will be weakened to a dangerously low level, or even stop until a few days after the silver is removed. Even worse, with her open-cut injuries, it might kill her.

Moments later, I have no idea how much time has passed-maybe minutes, or even hours, but two guards come in with binds and knives.

"We have been asked to take you to your new room." One of them tells me, and I know that I'm about to be tortured by Marcus and his heartless group of friends once again.

"Please." I rasp out, still on the floor. The air reeks of dried blood and sweat.

The guards pay no attention to me as they forcefully tug my cuffs and drag me away, after binding my wrist with the rope they came with.

They drag me through a series of empty cells to an empty room, devoid of anything but a small metal cage in a corner, wide open.

They had a dog?

Soon after, Marcus, Rogers, Damon, Micah, and Diana stroll in and shut the door behind them.

Micah weaves a whip with seven tails at the end, and in Diana's hand, is the knife the guards had held earlier.

"Here doggy. Come and play." Diana whistles as her eyes shine with mischief and she moves the knife around in the air. Micah, on the other hand, walks toward me with the whip in his hands, and a skanky smirk plastered on his face. My legs are throbbing, but it seems that the adrenaline has fuelled my body just fine. I run around the cell room, looking for an escape route but there is no opening. Diana jogs after me, chasing me with a wide smile on my face, but even with my wounds, I don't give up. I'm so occupied with running away from Diana, that I did not notice that the rest of the squadron is in the room with us. Then suddenly, Micah grabs me by my arm and with the knife, tears a straight line into my already battered skin.

With a scream, I run out of his grip and limp over to the place where no one is at. Then I see the open cage and run into it. Their laughter fills the air and somehow increases the pain shooting through my body.

"We expected you to do that." Diana chuckles and locks the cage. Marcus suddenly stands up from his chair and walks toward me. Damon brings out a small bottle from his pocket, uncorks it, and hands it to Marcus. Marcus in turn collects it and skips over to my cage. I try to move back but the space is limited. The metal clings to my open wound and I scream from the impact. Attempting to get myself farther from the metal, has my head slamming against the front mast of the cage.

Fucking mind games. Again.

"She fell straight into our trap." someone shouts, my pain is too severe to pay attention to the talker.

Marcus, with an ugly smile, empties the bottle content on my back wound and I literally go mad. The pain shoots directly into my brain. Every fucking flesh, cell, and tissue in my body begin to sting like I was bitten by multiple bees and thereafter, coiled in a platter of hot spice.

Marcus walks closer to me, replacing the first bottle with another. "So white wolf, I'm about to prepare my favorite meal and I want you to cook with me, okay?"

I'm still crying and whimpering and tending my wounds. I don't have the time to look it up.

"So we are going to prepare pancakes...." He trails off. "In a bowl mix Dry Ingredients- the flour, baking powder, and baking soda together..." he pours a dry white substance on my skin and I scream my lungs out.

He makes a tsk sound and continues.

"Next, add Wet Ingredients- egg, buttermilk, and sour cream." He looks down at me and with a smirk, he pours liquor on my skin.

Another guttural grunt escapes my mouth, at the feel of the hot alcohol on my skin.

He laughs...

"Next you mix and wait...Mix together. Don't overmix. Don't worry about the small clumps, they take care of themselves." He pauses and signals to Diana who brings a couple of stuff in bottles and sachets. Marcus empties them together and flashes me another sickening smile.

"Now, we wait for ten minutes..."

Waiting for ten minutes feels like waiting for eternity. All I hear is faint background noises like the sound that fills my senses is the fizzling sound of the alcohol and cocaine Marcus had dropped on my body. I just curl into a ball as the sensation of the element in my flesh drains me into a stupor. I'm on a low but at the same time high as fuck. My body stings like a thousand fire ants are attacking me at once and as though I'm the lobster in hot oil, getting greased and ready to be served for dinner.

Just what did I do to deserve this?

I thought, as my eyelid begins to close, my body unable to bear more of Marcus's torturous steps.

Chloe's POV

If only I had known there is no preparing for what I'm going into...

Blood, fire, smoke, and cries of both the young and the old. Different parts of flesh lie lazily on the ground. Even from a distance, we could hear the screams and howls. As we got closer, it became apparent that the white fur wolves were retreating. I ran through my human form, concentrating on where I was going rather than what was going up ahead.

When I burst through our packhouse, the blood and death flooded into my nose.

I froze in my spot when I took in the gory scene before me. Bodies littered the and blood stained the tiled floor. Young and old alike lay tore open and flung around, some even in clusters. I ran my hand through my hair, while my stomach churn at the horrid sight. Where are my parents?

I ran upstairs to my parents' chambers in the moon-like packhouse only to see my father lying on the ground in a pool of blood.

"No. no. no. no... dad know" I scream at the top of my voice violently shaking my father but he wouldn't budge. "please daddy, no" I beg but my cries and pleas fall on deaf ears.

"Ch..loe" I hear a voice call from behind me and I rush towards the place the voice had come from.

"Mother.. mother" I call hugging my mother when I find her living at the bedside.

"It hurts," she says gently and I quickly let go of her.

"Sorry mom"

"Listen to me and listen well, '' she struggles to say. "they are coming back" she coughs out again before spitting out blood. That is when my eyes widen and I see how her stomach has been divided, up to the point where her intestines are showing

"Mother" I screamed before breaking into a full-blown cry. She winces in pain

"You are going to be alright mom... I'll bring you to safety, to the senile so that he can treat you" I rasp out amidst sobs.

"There won't be a need for that" she coughs out dryly.

"Mother, please..."

"Listen to me Chloe... they will be back for you"

"who?.."

"The villain pack. They will be back. Run and survive. Don't ever let them get a hold of you. His intentions are bad...he seeks to...." A couple of seconds pass and there is no word from my mother, it is then I noticed her body turning cold. I place my ear on her chest but there is no sound coming from her heart. She was suddenly cold and stiff.

"Mom," I call, shaking her vigorously. "mom?" I shout louder this time but still yet nothing.

"Mooooom" I shout, vigorously shaking her but there isn't as much as a whimper from her, just a burning sensation on my wrist anytime I shake her.

"Mom please, I need..." I'm cut short when my burning sensation turns into an icy one.

My eyes immediately flare open.

"Rise and shine, you silly brat!" A loud, obnoxious voice screams.

Suddenly ice cold water is poured all over me, its temperature making some parts of my body go numb and my injuries begin to sting. With a pain-filled groan, I pull myself into an uncomfortable sitting position, as even my sitting form is a little bit too big for the cage to hold.

So that was all a dream. Another pathetic dreamlike reality filled with blood, cuts, and even corpses.

"Aww, look at our little dog, Diana," Micah says, taunting me.

"No, no, no," Diana says in a mocking voice. "Now, why is our pet so wet, wet, wet? Did you play in the rain again? Did we not tell you not to do that?" she shakes her head and strokes her chin as she does so.

I had thought Diana and Micah were delusional, the day they accused me of stealing the royal seal but now, I'm sure of it.

"Do you know what we do to pups that do not obey their masters?" Micah taunts slowly.

What? Do not tell me that they are going to punish me for getting drenched due to their own actions? The two buckets with melting ice around the rims were enough proof for them, I thought in my mind. I try to speak but words will not come out of my mouth. It's been days without food or water for fucks sake.

"We teach them a lesson so that they would never forget their place in the future," Diana says with an evil laugh. "If they make it to the future, that is."

"But you guys were the ones who had drenched me. You know that!" I scream at them, finally finding my voice. "I did not do anything, why would you want to hit me for something I did not do, huh?" I scream out loud. My cries slowly change to a full-blown cry, which makes my face, chest, and stomach hurt but I can't help it, somehow hoping that they will at least reduce the punishment when they notice that it is not my fault.

They would not leave me unpunished no matter what, but there was a possibility of a punishment reduction. And now, they would say I talked back to them too, I know I'm in for a beating now.

"Oh really? Is that what happened?" Diana asks in a whisper, her eyes going wide in what a normal person would think is the realization of her mistake, but no. Diana is just a top-tier drama queen.

She turns to her partner in brutality "Micah, is that really what happened? We were the ones that drenched her?" She asks her partner who begins to nod in a pretentious remorseful way.

"She is right, we were wrong. But do you know who cares about that?" Micah asks Diana and me, his face bearing one that belonged to a lunatic.

"Nobody important! Not me or Diana! Not even the freaking Alpha who was once your mate. So, in that case..." Micah smiles before bringing out his whip, seemingly out of nowhere.

Goddess, how much longer do I have to go through this? Where is the goddess who the tale claims to be closer to the White wolf? Where are my parents?

"We are taking you to see the Alpha," Micah says and snickers, producing a rope.

"W-what are you talking about? I do not understand what is going on." I stutter in fear because I know that for whatever brutality residing in the vein of this duo, Marcus is in possession of seven folds and he is also graciously known for his wicked ways. I've seen him go brutal. I don't want to experience what he did to me yesterday ever again. Who knows what he might cook this time?

goddess, no! I will rather have Diana, Damon, Rogers, Micah, and the rest torture me all day until I pass out instead. Anything. But please, anyone but Marcus!

Micah lingers at the door of the cage I'm held captive in.

"A nice warning for you. Do not try anything stupid just because you think that it would be amusing. Your tricks are not funny. If you do, you would get chased and hunted down again. Don't say that I didn't warn you, brat." Micah spat at me.

"Stay put, we will bind your hands now." Diana frown, as though touching me will give her the plague

With a sigh, I don't move as they open the cage.

I begin to wonder if either of them ever have pack duties to attend to, because he spent most of his time with me, watching me squirm and bleed and take their beatings. Apparently, he said that it was quality entertainment and it is what he loves to indulge in.

Sadist.