Are you daft? Don't you know I prefer my coffee with less sugar?" Diane yelled, her eyes wide with anger as she glared at me. Her hands shook with rage and immediately, she splashed the hot coffee all over my face. The burning liquid ran down, and I flinched, my heart racing as I wiped my eyes. The sting of her anger hurt more than the coffee itself. Have you ever seen a pack where Luna is still neglected and treated like a slave, even after getting married? Well, that's me. I'm Evelyn Matthew, a 20-year-old girl who is mated to the powerful Alpha John from the Silver Moon pack. He was my second chance mate, a sparkle of hope after my first mate cruelly rejected me. It was the most painful experience of my life, a memory that haunts me since I was barely 18. My parents are dead, and now I live in the slave quarters where most omegas and orphans stay and are mistreated by the citizens of the Silver Moon pack. When I found out that my second chance mate was the Alpha of the pack where I was being enslaved, joy filled my heart. It was a surreal moment. Although when I looked into his eyes, it felt like he wanted to tear me apart that second. I could have sworn he was one sentence away from rejecting me. I really don't know what changed his mind and made him accept me, but it doesn't matter that much, right? I was too happy to even give it another thought. In the days that followed, he began treating me well. I felt like a human for the first time in my life. He bought beautiful clothes and handed them to me with warm and genuine smiles, making me feel a flutter in my chest for the first time. I would twirl in the soft fabrics, laughing freely, feeling like a princess. I wore the jewelry he gave me, and it sparkled like my new hope. But then, everything changed. Diane, his ex-girlfriend, returned from abroad six months ago and started living in this pack. The warmth in his eyes towards me started to fade. The kindness I had come to cherish slipped away, leaving me feeling small and neglected once more. Sometimes, when Diane returned from her outings with John, she would saunter back into the pack, a smug smirk playing on her lips, hinting that something else might have happened. I couldn't help but notice how she leaned into John, her laughter ringing out like a siren's call and how he would glance at her with a warmth that made my heart clench painfully in my chest. John always assured me that nothing was going on between them and that it was just business matters. I trust John with everything I have, so I find it hard to believe his ex-girlfriend. I lifted the hem of my long slip dress a little, making sure my underwear stayed covered, and used the soft fabric to wipe the coffee off my face. My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I cleaned away the warm, sticky mess.
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"Are you daft? Don't you know I prefer my coffee with less sugar?" Diane yelled, her eyes wide with anger as she glared at me. Her hands shook with rage and immediately, she splashed the hot coffee all over my face. The burning liquid ran down, and I flinched, my heart racing as I wiped my eyes. The sting of her anger hurt more than the coffee itself. Have you ever seen a pack where Luna is still neglected and treated like a slave, even after getting married? Well, that's me. I'm Evelyn Matthew, a 20-year-old girl who is mated to the powerful Alpha John from the Silver Moon pack.
He was my second chance mate, a sparkle of hope after my first mate cruelly rejected me. It was the most painful experience of my life, a memory that haunts me since I was barely 18. My parents are dead, and now I live in the slave quarters where most omegas and orphans stay and are mistreated by the citizens of the Silver Moon pack. When I found out that my second chance mate was the Alpha of the pack where I was being enslaved, joy filled my heart. It was a surreal moment. Although when I looked into his eyes, it felt like he wanted to tear me apart that second. I could have sworn he was one sentence away from rejecting me. I really don't know what changed his mind and made him accept me, but it doesn't matter that much, right? I was too happy to even give it another thought. In the days that followed, he began treating me well. I felt like a human for the first time in my life. He bought beautiful clothes and handed them to me with warm and genuine smiles, making me feel a flutter in my chest for the first time. I would twirl in the soft fabrics, laughing freely, feeling like a princess. I wore the jewelry he gave me, and it sparkled like my new hope. But then, everything changed. Diane, his ex-girlfriend, returned from abroad six months ago and started living in this pack. The warmth in his eyes towards me started to fade. The kindness I had come to cherish slipped away, leaving me feeling small and neglected once more. Sometimes, when Diane returned from her outings with John, she would saunter back into the pack, a smug smirk playing on her lips, hinting that something else might have happened. I couldn't help but notice how she leaned into John, her laughter ringing out like a siren's call and how he would glance at her with a warmth that made my heart clench painfully in my chest. John always assured me that nothing was going on between them and that it was just business matters. I trust John with everything I have, so I find it hard to believe his ex-girlfriend. I lifted the hem of my long slip dress a little, making sure my underwear stayed covered, and used the soft fabric to wipe the coffee off my face. My cheeks burned with embarrassment as I cleaned away the warm, sticky mess. Diane stood a few steps away, a smirk on her face as she watched me struggle. With a toss of her hair, she threw her bag over her shoulder and turned to walk away, her laughter ringing in the air. Just as she passed, she kicked at my legs playfully, the impact catching me off guard but I managed to stop myself from falling. I heard the door slam open. I turned back, my breath catching in my throat as I saw a figure coming closer: a very handsome young man with a chiseled jawline and a stern expression-John. Whenever his deep-set blue eyes peered into mine, my heart started to race. My lips curved into a bright smile. I took a step forward, reaching out for a hug, eager to feel his arms around me. However, he pushed me aside, his face firm, and my heart sank in confusion. His voice was low and threatening, slicing through the air like a knife. "I've warned you several times to stay in your lane, haven't I?" "But John-" I started, my voice shaking. His face twisted with anger, his lips curling back as he growled, "How dare you call me by my name?! When did you get the nerve to do that?!" With each word, he stepped closer, his sharp jaw clenched and his brows knitted tightly together. The intensity of his piercing blue eyes felt like a spotlight, making my heart race with fear. I instinctively took a step back, wanting to shrink away from his presence. I looked down, avoiding his gaze, feeling my cheeks flush with shame and anxiety. "You are nothing but a slave to me. Have I ever called you my Luna?" he said as his voice hit me hard like a ton of bricks. I shook my head, my heart pounding as his piercing gaze locked onto mine, sending a jolt of fear through me. His earthy, powerful scent filled my nostrils making me shiver as his breath brushed against my skin. "I'm... sorry... Alpha John," I stammered, my voice lower than a whisper, trembling as I spoke. John wasn't even bothered about how badly I was treated in his pack simply because I was an omega and a slave. It stung to realize that the rules of the pack, which branded me unworthy, didn't seem to affect him at all. It is forbidden for an Alpha in this pack to mate with someone like me, yet he brought me into the Alpha's mansion. He was the same man who, since finding out I was mated to him, has harbored hatred for me in his heart. He feels disgusted by my presence, and I know that, but still, he makes sure not to throw me out of his mansion, and that's how kind I saw him. In a second, he grabbed my arm as we walked from the dining room, heading for the stairs. Our legs hit the stairs, echoing around the house. We reached our room, and he threw me onto our matrimonial bed, my back hitting the mattress as I felt confused about what was happening. My heart pounded against my ribcage. "Alpha John... what's..." Before I could finish my sentence, he grabbed my neck and began to kiss me, undressing my gown with his other hands, until my boobs were exposed.
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06/04/2025
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