Page 8 of My Only Luna

No, this can’t be happening. He brushes his fingers along my core before he licks them. I scream in rage, struggling fruitlessly.

“Let me go!” I scream in desperation. Scratching and shoving his chest, wanting him far away from me. But I can’t even get my claws to extract. The effect of the heat has weakened me greatly.

I dig my nails into his skin, tearing his chest, but it isn’t enough to make him let me go. He squeezes my throat, slamming my head against the wall again.

“I said let go of me!” I hiss, spitting in his face. He only squeezes my throat and smashes my head against the wall behind me again.

Fuck…

“Bitch! Don’t fucking shout at me! Why the fuck do you act like I repulse you?” he hisses, hate and resentment clear in his eyes.

“Because I fucking hate you!” I spit. His eyes blaze before he smashes his lips brutally against mine, kissing me roughly.

I writhe and struggle, trying to free myself. Feeling sick, weak, frustrated, and angry. I bite down on his lip, viciously ripping into it, making him hiss and move back.

The blood tastes fucking satisfying. I glare at him, my heart thundering as I wipe my mouth.

“You whore!” He slaps me across the face before spitting the blood in my face, then he slams my head against the wall again, making my vision spin. “You really are a fucking bitch! Don’t make this harder for yourself! Don’t you get it? No one will find you here! Your fucking Alpha is too busy taking care of my sister, but look, he’s not here to protect his own little whore. Shows how much you mean to him.”

His words cut me deeper than any physical pain ever could, slicing into me like a knife coated with chillies and wolfsbane.

He chuckles at the state that I’m in as he advances on me once again. “Exactly, so behave,” he breathes, grabbing hold of me once again and pressing himself against me, groaning in pleasure when his cock presses against my hot core.

I gag, feeling repulsed, disgusting and dirty. I’m trapped, my hands crushed between our chests.

“Stop it!” I scream, hating how helpless I sound.

“You’re alone. No one is coming.”

Where are you, Elijah?

The agony from my heart is nothing compared to the one that his words have inflicted upon me, and it is in that moment as he tries to squeeze into me, and I try my best to fight it, that I realise I truly am alone. No one will come to protect me, whether it is the little Scarlett or the strong Scarlett. In the end, it doesn’t matter. I am always left to fend for myself.

There is no such thing as a knight in shining armour who will come to save me. But it doesn’t matter. I will not allow anyone to abuse me, not anymore. My rage and anger burn through my pain, a surge of adrenaline fuelling me, and with everything I fucking have, I glare at my attacker.

“It doesn’t matter. Even if I have no one, I have myself, and that’s all that I need.” My words are soft and calm, like a passing breeze, but the fury in my silver eyes burns hotter than the deepest pits of hell, summoning all the strength I can muster to pull free.

Broken

Scarlett

My eyes blaze as I push him away with strength that I did not even know I still possessed. A menacing growl tears from my lips, not just any growl, but one of an enraged alpha.

He stumbles backwards. He had been so focused, so fucking distracted with what he was intending to do that I catch him by surprise.

My eyes burn with fury, and a deadly aura surrounds me.

I leap forward and scratch him across his face, the smell of blood satisfying me as he snarls and backs off. I breathe hard as I look at him. I’m not at my best. I can’t even get my claws out, but there is no way I will ever let anyone take advantage of me. The Goddess has made me a goddamn alpha, and I will not fall.

I can’t shift, and these nails will have to do, but I’m all good with the slow end that is inevitably coming his way. He deserves every ounce of pain I will inflict on him.

“Fucking bitch!” he snarls, lunging at me, rage blazing in his eyes, his face contorted. I stand my ground, ignoring the pain of my heat as it shoots through me just as he hits me across theface.

I stumble backwards, but I barely feel it. Nothing is more palpable than the fury that is burning like an endless inferno within me.

“I gave you a chance. I told myself maybe you were fucking drunk that night,” I sneer as I walk towards him.

“And? Who cares if I wasn’t? Who do you fucking think you are?!”

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