The Rejected Luna Reclaimed By Her Alpha

Phoebe’s POV

I jerked awake with a force and snapped my head around me quickly, peering into the darkness that had befallen my old pigsty of a room.

I felt different, insanely different and it felt as though I could see life from a different perspective. Quickly rolling out of the mat on the floor, I turned on the coal lamp that I had placed close to my bed and gasped when I realized that it was way past midnight.

What the hell?

I slowly rose to my feet, unsure of what it was that must’ve awakened me until a small voice whispered at the back of my head that today was my birthday. My 18th birthday!

Today was also exactly a year after my family and a lot of people from my pack were killed. The day I had been forced to become an orphan and a slave. I couldn’t believe it.

How time flies…

I could vividly remember how they had snuck in in the middle of the night, while everyone was busy preparing for my 17th birthday party the next morning; and had taken out every living soul in my pack, ranging from little children to adults.

Surprisingly, they had spared me for some sick reasons and had taken me as a form of souvenir to their Alpha who immediately waved me off and recruited me as one of his many slaves.

They always mistreated me in every way, threw insults at me and even beat me up for the slightest reasons but those ill treatments they meted on me weren’t enough to keep me locked up, nor enough to have my mouth sealed.

I was a Princess, the daughter of a strong Alpha for that matter, and thus I couldn’t tolerate being trampled upon even now that I had been reduced to the position of a palace slave.

I remembered how weak I had been that night, and how I had been abused by Alpha Draco’s soldiers. The thought brought fresh tears into my eyes, but I wept not out of sadness but out of anger.

Now I was of age and I could already feel it. I had always wanted a day like this to come, a day when I would be classified as an adult and would be able to escape this hell hole of a place.

I sought revenge too, but that would have to come later, after I had successfully escaped from here and had returned to pick up the burnt-down remains of my father’s pack.

Anger surged through me like I was reliving that gory day, and it also brought tears to my eyes whenever I remembered everything I had lost.

A noise in the hall snapped me out of my reverie. I could hear the unmistakable sounds of a female whimpering and I quickly stood up, I was curious and wanted to know what was happening.

I stealthily crept out of my room, following the sounds of the whimpering until I arrived at a scene where one of the brutal soldiers of this pack was trying to force himself upon a young girl of about my age.

I wasn’t surprised though, because stuff like this was a usual occurrence around here but I still got pissed whenever I saw or heard of it happening.