The Fall of Luna : A Saga of Resilience

my hand, gathering up shards of broken china, shards of my life in it. I was Luna a moment ago. I was

uid sprayed, spattering a little on her, most of it scalding my hand. But Elara, a pro at melodramatics, had screamed, her arm hugged to her side as though i

n the pack house. The air shook with his Alpha power,

y words swallowed in the

force of it sent me reeling. The taste of blood was in my mouth, my cheek on fire. The room spun,

d in disgust. "You're not worthy to be called Luna.

ce. It was nothing in this pack, nothing when Damien's heart was already taken. But Omega... that

didn't struggle. There was no point. Struggling would be more painful. They dragged me

ng myself for the torture. The brand, a crude symbol of the Omega, was burned into my skin, a perm

place in which even the sun struggled to filter in and in which the air was thick with desperation. The other Omegas, their hearts broken, their eyes empty, didn't

obbing in sync to the hurt in my heart. Tears leapt up, hot and acidic, but I swiftly blin

of the rest of the pack. My wolf, Luna, was a reflection of my own soul – independent, strong, and fiercely

mate. They'd considered it a great honor, a way of ensuring a better life for me. They hadn't been informed otherwise. They hadn't be

litical reasons, to secure a union between our packs. Elara, his childhood sweetheart,

iness, always keeping his pleasure more to my desires. But it was never sufficient. There was always a dista

e knew just how to treat Damien, just how to massage his ego, just how to get him to believe that he was t

very behest, performing their most menial duties, suffering their abus

spirit, never. I was a lone wolf. I had lived through worse. And somehow, someway, I would live through this too. I would rebuild my strength, I would take ba

, flashing in my vision. For them, for myself, for the lone wolf that live