The Rejected Luna : journey of an enslaved luna

ETT'S

ia screamed, her eyes wide with rage as she glared at me. She was so angry t

ed as I wiped my eyes. My heart raced. He

which Luna is still neglected and trea

y by my mate after our rushed bonding, this gut-wrenching dismissal has haunted me since my youth. Now, with my guardians lost to time, I am left with nothing but memories of happier days spent dreaming of a life of comfort and prestige, a far cry from my lamentable circumstances. Still, I re

n't swear, has her life together, and doesn't make ques

they call my life and hold on to your granny

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the Alpha of the pack where I was being enslav

he wanted to tear me apart that second. I could hav

him accept me, but it doesn't matter that much, ri

irst time in my life. He bought me luxurious dresses and handed them to me with war

ely, feeling like a princess. I wore the jewelr

ex-girlfriend, returned from abroad six m

e. The kindness I had come to cherish slipped aw

playing on her lips, hinting that something else might have occurred. I couldn't help but notice how she paraded hersel

and that it was just business matters. I trusted him with ever

urned with total embarrassment and shame as I cleaned away the warm, sticky mess. Maria stood a few steps away, a smirk on her face as she joyfully watch

fully, the impact catching me off guard, but I

he door s

a very good-looking young man with a chiseled jawline and a stern expression-J

ut for a hug, eager to feel his arms around me. However, he immediate

started, my

ck as he growled, "How dare you call me by my na

s brows knitted tightly together. The intensity of his piercing

away from his presence. I looked down, avoiding his

I ever called you my Luna?" he said as hi

ne, sending a jolt of fear through me. His earthy, powerful scent fill

I stammered, my voice lower tha

y because I was an Omega and a slave. It stung to realize that the rules

ack to mate with someone like me, yet

for me in his heart. He feels disgusted by my presence, and I know that, but stil

om the dining room, heading for the stairs. Our

bed, my back hitting the mattress as I felt confused abo

ohn ...

rag-looking gown with his two hands until my boobs were fully exposed. He pressed them each wi

my ear; as I shook my head, his marvelous scent spread across

oss each other as he licked every part of me. He grabbed my

only a prostitute to me, not

ate; his harsh words are like music to my ears, and I would listen to only them

se nobody would ever believe what