Page 9 of My Only Luna

“I care!” I shriek, my voice trembling. I rush forward, closing the gap between us and grab his erect manhood, digging my nails into it as he howls in pain, grabbing my wrist.

The smell of blood and fear are mixed in the already strongly filled air.

“You don’t fucking deserve to live,” I snarl menacingly as I let go, disgusted, as he falls to his knees, clutching his bleeding bits.

I glare down at him with pure hatred. There’s no way a rapist deserves any mercy. And that is what he is. It makes me feel good, knowing he won’t heal, not with my ability. If the Goddess has given me anything good in life, it is this gift.

“And what? You think you can end me?” He gets to his feet, extracting his claws as another jarring shot of agony rushes through me. He sniffs the air. “See, you want me.”

I look at him with loathing. Is he that delusional that he’s twisting the fact I’m in heat into some demented notion that I want him?

“I don’tthinkI can end you, I know I can. And no one will hear you out here, right?” I say quietly, feeling sick to my stomach at what he tried to do.

“Scarlett, don’t you dare! Do you think you, a fucking charitycase of this pack, can get away with this?! Hurting me, a Delta?” His eyes flash as he lunges at me, but I ram my shoulder into him, dragging my nails down his chest with all the strength I can muster.

“And do you really think they will let you get away with this?” I whisper, another shooting spasm rushing through me. “If somehow we both make it out alive? Do you think they’ll believe you are innocent?”

“There’s not even a mark on you, and when they come, I’ll tell them you were in heat and needed someone to fuck you. And these? I’ll say you got carried away. Trust me, they’ll believe me when they realise you were spreading your legs for your brother too.”

“Hey!” I snarl.

“I have proof, and I think soon they’ll be right here.” Smirking, he glances at the opening as if listening for something, and that’s when I hear the faint howls in the distance.

“There is no fucking proof. They’ll realise what is happening here!” I hiss.

“What? Do you think I haven’t noticed how quickly you heal? You, on the other hand, have no proof. I’ll say it was consensual!” he spits as he grabs me by the hair, dragging me onto the ground. I hit the ground violently, feeling pain rush through me.

“Grandma Amy is witness to it,” I mutter, tasting blood in my mouth.

Why is it that every sick guy who learns of my quick healing wants to use it against me? As if it means they can get away with everything?

I have had enough. I scream in frustration as I roll onto myback and try to get up, only for him to straddle me and try to pin my arms to the ground.

It is now or never. I have no other option but to end this myself. Those howls are far too far away. They won’t get here even if I scream for help. I am going to black out at any moment as well.

“That old bitch can’t say much. She wasn’t there when I took you,” he spits, hitting me across the head, and that’s when I make my move, one that even he isn’t expecting.

“I don’t need proof, because I’m going to deliver your punishment for attempted rape myself!” I snarl. And the moment those words leave my lips, I grab his dick and balls in my hand and with every inch of strength I can muster, I rip them right off, gagging at the sickening sight before me.

Hank’s agonising screams fill the cave, echoing off the walls. I drop the piece of meat to the ground, my stomach churning. I back away, knowing he will bleed to death. I turn to leave, unable to remove the image of what I just did from my mind, and leaning forward, I bring up everything I have in my stomach.

I drop to my knees, my stomach heaving as I wretch, puking out the contents of my stomach until there is nothing left. I wipe my mouth with the corner of my battered shirt. My entire body is trembling violently.

I stumble to my feet only to fall to my knees again, the sound of howling now drawing closer.

You’re too late.

Pain and sadness fill me. If I hadn’t been strong enough, they would have arrived too late and he would have finished raping me by now. I would have been raped. Iamthe only one who can protect me.

I crawl weakly to the edge of the cave. Each move excruciatingly agonising. My burning body is killing me, and just when I am about to step out, I see the shimmering golden-brown of Elijah’s wolf fill the entrance. His eyes roam over me as if searching for any signs of injuries.

Some injuries are to the soul…

He shifts back, his heart racing.

“Baby, I’m here,” he whispers, falling to his knees in front of me. I move back, causing a flash of hurt to fill his eyes. He reaches forward slowly as if worried I’ll react if he makes a sudden move. I can see the hurt in his eyes, but it’s too late.

He gently cups my face with shaking hands.

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