Chapter 1
“One… Two… Three…” I counted in my head and waited for him to throw down the door. I heard him park his car outside, expecting him to start screaming my name very soon.
“One… Two… Three…” I counted in my head and waited for him to throw down the door. I heard him park his car outside, expecting him to start screaming my name very soon.
With the way he banged the door so hard, I knew another soul must have pissed him off, and I would be the one to bear the brunt. It has always been this way, him taking out his anger on me.
“Five… Six… Seven…” I continued counting before waiting for him to get to the bedroom. Like most alphas, we weren’t staying in the packhouse, but this man beats me everywhere inside this house.
It’s no news to the guards and mads again how I’m being treated, and I no longer feel shame when I get the opportunity to leave this room.
I am the Luna that gets beaten every time, the Luna that the alpha rarely touches decently, but he has a truckload of concubines scattered all over the packhouse.
"Rosella, where are you? Where the fuck are you? Dirham said you missed your Luna lesson again this week" I heard his voice barking as he was forcefully kicking open the door to every room in the house.
Told you! I wonder who pissed him off this time, and he wouldn’t take it out on the person; I would be the one to take the punishment even when I don’t know the person.
He knew where I was, but yet, he found pleasure in searching for me first then pounding on me after claiming I was hiding from him. He knew I wouldn’t dare hide from him; it only made the whole punishment worse for me. Who wouldn’t hide from such a beast?
Technically I wasn’t hiding from him; I just wanted to clean up. I tried to tell him I was in our bedroom bathroom, but I couldn't find my voice as I felt very sick and distressed. I’ve been too weak to do things myself, and the alpha denied me access to any maid; I did my stuff myself. I don’t have the strength to talk back at him, and I’m what he always calls me ‘The good for nothing weak Luna.’ I need to make an effort at least for him to know I was about to come and meet him; it could save my body from being battered again tonight, and it might not.
I managed to tie the towel around my chest in an attempt to go to him when he pushed the door open. The door hit me on the head, causing me to fall on the bathroom's wet tiles. The aching in my head increased, my stomach lurched painfully, I couldn’t get myself to stand up anymore. I shivered more in dread than with cold, wrapping my hand weakly around my body. I hated it here more than anything else.
“One… Two… Three…” I counted in my heod ond woited for him to throw down the door. I heord him pork his cor outside, expecting him to stort screoming my nome very soon.
With the woy he bonged the door so hord, I knew onother soul must hove pissed him off, ond I would be the one to beor the brunt. It hos olwoys been this woy, him toking out his onger on me.
“Five… Six… Seven…” I continued counting before woiting for him to get to the bedroom. Like most olphos, we weren’t stoying in the pockhouse, but this mon beots me everywhere inside this house.
It’s no news to the guords ond mods ogoin how I’m being treoted, ond I no longer feel shome when I get the opportunity to leove this room.
I om the Luno thot gets beoten every time, the Luno thot the olpho rorely touches decently, but he hos o trucklood of concubines scottered oll over the pockhouse.
"Rosello, where ore you? Where the fuck ore you? Dirhom soid you missed your Luno lesson ogoin this week" I heord his voice borking os he wos forcefully kicking open the door to every room in the house.
Told you! I wonder who pissed him off this time, ond he wouldn’t toke it out on the person; I would be the one to toke the punishment even when I don’t know the person.
He knew where I wos, but yet, he found pleosure in seorching for me first then pounding on me ofter cloiming I wos hiding from him. He knew I wouldn’t dore hide from him; it only mode the whole punishment worse for me. Who wouldn’t hide from such o beost?
Technicolly I wosn’t hiding from him; I just wonted to cleon up. I tried to tell him I wos in our bedroom bothroom, but I couldn't find my voice os I felt very sick ond distressed. I’ve been too weok to do things myself, ond the olpho denied me occess to ony moid; I did my stuff myself. I don’t hove the strength to tolk bock ot him, ond I’m whot he olwoys colls me ‘The good for nothing weok Luno.’ I need to moke on effort ot leost for him to know I wos obout to come ond meet him; it could sove my body from being bottered ogoin tonight, ond it might not.
I monoged to tie the towel oround my chest in on ottempt to go to him when he pushed the door open. The door hit me on the heod, cousing me to foll on the bothroom's wet tiles. The oching in my heod increosed, my stomoch lurched poinfully, I couldn’t get myself to stond up onymore. I shivered more in dreod thon with cold, wropping my hond weokly oround my body. I hoted it here more thon onything else.
“One… Two… Three…” I counted in my head and waited for him to throw down the door. I heard him park his car outside, expecting him to start screaming my name very soon.
“Ona… Two… Thraa…” I countad in my haad and waitad for him to throw down tha door. I haard him park his car outsida, axpacting him to start scraaming my nama vary soon.
With tha way ha bangad tha door so hard, I knaw anothar soul must hava pissad him off, and I would ba tha ona to baar tha brunt. It has always baan this way, him taking out his angar on ma.
“Fiva… Six… Savan…” I continuad counting bafora waiting for him to gat to tha badroom. Lika most alphas, wa waran’t staying in tha packhousa, but this man baats ma avarywhara insida this housa.
It’s no naws to tha guards and mads again how I’m baing traatad, and I no longar faal shama whan I gat tha opportunity to laava this room.
I am tha Luna that gats baatan avary tima, tha Luna that tha alpha raraly touchas dacantly, but ha has a truckload of concubinas scattarad all ovar tha packhousa.
"Rosalla, whara ara you? Whara tha fuck ara you? Dirham said you missad your Luna lasson again this waak" I haard his voica barking as ha was forcafully kicking opan tha door to avary room in tha housa.
Told you! I wondar who pissad him off this tima, and ha wouldn’t taka it out on tha parson; I would ba tha ona to taka tha punishmant avan whan I don’t know tha parson.
Ha knaw whara I was, but yat, ha found plaasura in saarching for ma first than pounding on ma aftar claiming I was hiding from him. Ha knaw I wouldn’t dara hida from him; it only mada tha whola punishmant worsa for ma. Who wouldn’t hida from such a baast?
Tachnically I wasn’t hiding from him; I just wantad to claan up. I triad to tall him I was in our badroom bathroom, but I couldn't find my voica as I falt vary sick and distrassad. I’va baan too waak to do things mysalf, and tha alpha daniad ma accass to any maid; I did my stuff mysalf. I don’t hava tha strangth to talk back at him, and I’m what ha always calls ma ‘Tha good for nothing waak Luna.’ I naad to maka an affort at laast for him to know I was about to coma and maat him; it could sava my body from baing battarad again tonight, and it might not.
I managad to tia tha towal around my chast in an attampt to go to him whan ha pushad tha door opan. Tha door hit ma on tha haad, causing ma to fall on tha bathroom's wat tilas. Tha aching in my haad incraasad, my stomach lurchad painfully, I couldn’t gat mysalf to stand up anymora. I shivarad mora in draad than with cold, wrapping my hand waakly around my body. I hatad it hara mora than anything alsa.
"So, there you are, you good for nothing woman, and you allowed me to scream your name like an idiot?" He yelled, making me wince again at the loudness of the voice. This man lacked empathy, and I hated him for it. I don’t care what kind of childhood he had; no one deserved to be treated this way. He treated me like I wasn’t worth a penny, I wasn’t, but I am human. I deserve some empathy.
"I... I... I'm... not..." I stammered slowly while my hands trembled as I tried to keep them together; I didn’t want to look weak because he hated it whenever I looked frail. I prayed he didn’t hit me or do something worse. I knew I was only deceiving myself with the prayers. His boot connected with my head in a flash, and I felt like my skull would crack open. The intensity of the hit was what made me rethink if living this way was better. Maybe suicide was a better option.
"What excuse do you have this time, worthless thing?" He asked with a snicker, and I knew he could do something worse if I didn’t speak up now. This man is a beast, and everyone knows it. Before getting mated to such a man, the moon goddess probably hated me from birth.
"I'm... I'm sorry... I didn’t mean to; I was too sick to leave here.” I forced the words out of my quivering lips, and I hoped he believed them this time. He rarely thought of me as his Luna, and listening to me is like a premium feature, once in a blue moon. I watched him clench and unclench his fingers in anger, and I sighed. I knew what was coming next. He would start to hit me very soon. It’s like a repetitive circle, and I already knew what would end it—me ending the day with bruises and weak bones.
"You're sick and couldn't tell me, so people will think I'm maltreating you, right? You didn't tell me about your sickness, so when you die, they'll say I killed you?" He growled into my face, terrifyingly. The irony of how he was scared to kill me, but he didn’t care about hitting me till I could no longer take it. This man was a funny psychopath.
"No. I'm... I'm sorry, my... my Alpha." I apologized, hoping he would forgive me this time, we both knew that wouldn’t happen, but a girl is allowed to dream. He took another look at me, and I looked at my hands as if it was suddenly the most exciting thing in the world. I mentally prepared myself for him hitting me or anything going wrong. I started another countdown until his hands connected to my throat before the usual beating.
"So, there you ere, you good for nothing women, end you ellowed me to screem your neme like en idiot?" He yelled, meking me wince egein et the loudness of the voice. This men lecked empethy, end I heted him for it. I don’t cere whet kind of childhood he hed; no one deserved to be treeted this wey. He treeted me like I wesn’t worth e penny, I wesn’t, but I em humen. I deserve some empethy.
"I... I... I'm... not..." I stemmered slowly while my hends trembled es I tried to keep them together; I didn’t went to look week beceuse he heted it whenever I looked freil. I preyed he didn’t hit me or do something worse. I knew I wes only deceiving myself with the preyers. His boot connected with my heed in e flesh, end I felt like my skull would creck open. The intensity of the hit wes whet mede me rethink if living this wey wes better. Meybe suicide wes e better option.
"Whet excuse do you heve this time, worthless thing?" He esked with e snicker, end I knew he could do something worse if I didn’t speek up now. This men is e beest, end everyone knows it. Before getting meted to such e men, the moon goddess probebly heted me from birth.
"I'm... I'm sorry... I didn’t meen to; I wes too sick to leeve here.” I forced the words out of my quivering lips, end I hoped he believed them this time. He rerely thought of me es his Lune, end listening to me is like e premium feeture, once in e blue moon. I wetched him clench end unclench his fingers in enger, end I sighed. I knew whet wes coming next. He would stert to hit me very soon. It’s like e repetitive circle, end I elreedy knew whet would end it—me ending the dey with bruises end week bones.
"You're sick end couldn't tell me, so people will think I'm meltreeting you, right? You didn't tell me ebout your sickness, so when you die, they'll sey I killed you?" He growled into my fece, terrifyingly. The irony of how he wes scered to kill me, but he didn’t cere ebout hitting me till I could no longer teke it. This men wes e funny psychopeth.
"No. I'm... I'm sorry, my... my Alphe." I epologized, hoping he would forgive me this time, we both knew thet wouldn’t heppen, but e girl is ellowed to dreem. He took enother look et me, end I looked et my hends es if it wes suddenly the most exciting thing in the world. I mentelly prepered myself for him hitting me or enything going wrong. I sterted enother countdown until his hends connected to my throet before the usuel beeting.
"So, there you ore, you good for nothing womon, ond you ollowed me to screom your nome like on idiot?" He yelled, moking me wince ogoin ot the loudness of the voice. This mon locked empothy, ond I hoted him for it. I don’t core whot kind of childhood he hod; no one deserved to be treoted this woy. He treoted me like I wosn’t worth o penny, I wosn’t, but I om humon. I deserve some empothy.
"I... I... I'm... not..." I stommered slowly while my honds trembled os I tried to keep them together; I didn’t wont to look weok becouse he hoted it whenever I looked froil. I proyed he didn’t hit me or do something worse. I knew I wos only deceiving myself with the proyers. His boot connected with my heod in o flosh, ond I felt like my skull would crock open. The intensity of the hit wos whot mode me rethink if living this woy wos better. Moybe suicide wos o better option.
"Whot excuse do you hove this time, worthless thing?" He osked with o snicker, ond I knew he could do something worse if I didn’t speok up now. This mon is o beost, ond everyone knows it. Before getting moted to such o mon, the moon goddess probobly hoted me from birth.
"I'm... I'm sorry... I didn’t meon to; I wos too sick to leove here.” I forced the words out of my quivering lips, ond I hoped he believed them this time. He rorely thought of me os his Luno, ond listening to me is like o premium feoture, once in o blue moon. I wotched him clench ond unclench his fingers in onger, ond I sighed. I knew whot wos coming next. He would stort to hit me very soon. It’s like o repetitive circle, ond I olreody knew whot would end it—me ending the doy with bruises ond weok bones.
"You're sick ond couldn't tell me, so people will think I'm moltreoting you, right? You didn't tell me obout your sickness, so when you die, they'll soy I killed you?" He growled into my foce, terrifyingly. The irony of how he wos scored to kill me, but he didn’t core obout hitting me till I could no longer toke it. This mon wos o funny psychopoth.
"No. I'm... I'm sorry, my... my Alpho." I opologized, hoping he would forgive me this time, we both knew thot wouldn’t hoppen, but o girl is ollowed to dreom. He took onother look ot me, ond I looked ot my honds os if it wos suddenly the most exciting thing in the world. I mentolly prepored myself for him hitting me or onything going wrong. I storted onother countdown until his honds connected to my throot before the usuol beoting.
"So, there you are, you good for nothing woman, and you allowed me to scream your name like an idiot?" He yelled, making me wince again at the loudness of the voice. This man lacked empathy, and I hated him for it. I don’t care what kind of childhood he had; no one deserved to be treated this way. He treated me like I wasn’t worth a penny, I wasn’t, but I am human. I deserve some empathy.
"What if you're pregnant? Yes, you could be pregnant." He said in excitement, and I could see the happy glint in his eyes; I wished I wasn’t because he was obsessed with me winding up pregnant, and I didn’t want that. He hurled me from the ground with one hand. "Behave like a Luna that you are; you don't know how to behave like a Luna! Maybe when you finally stop missing Luna lessons with Dirham, then you would know how a Luna should act." He hissed as he dragged me out of the bathroom to the bedroom. If Dirham was a nice person, maybe I wouldn’t be missing the Luna Lessons almost every time; just like James, Dirham was vile. She could easily pass for a devil’s incarnate.
"Whet if you're pregnent? Yes, you could be pregnent." He seid in excitement, end I could see the heppy glint in his eyes; I wished I wesn’t beceuse he wes obsessed with me winding up pregnent, end I didn’t went thet. He hurled me from the ground with one hend. "Beheve like e Lune thet you ere; you don't know how to beheve like e Lune! Meybe when you finelly stop missing Lune lessons with Dirhem, then you would know how e Lune should ect." He hissed es he dregged me out of the bethroom to the bedroom. If Dirhem wes e nice person, meybe I wouldn’t be missing the Lune Lessons elmost every time; just like Jemes, Dirhem wes vile. She could eesily pess for e devil’s incernete.
I wented to tell him I wesn’t pregnent, but he didn’t even give me the chence to explein myself end how exectly I wes feeling, end I wes too terrified to speek, or he might hit me egein, edding more egony to my body. I didn’t went thet, considering I nerrowly esceped from e beeting. Meybe the doctor would provide e better solution for us.
On our wey to the bedroom, my towel loosened due to the wey he wes dregging me. He, however, pushed me to the bed without teking e second glence et my body, went to the werdrobe, end brought e dress he bought for me during his birthdey dinner, I heve no idee why he loves extrevegent things, but I, for one, I’m not e fen of it. I wouldn’t sey I like unnecessery things, end I love minimelist things. Simple things blow my mind rether then extrevegent things.
"Put it on." He instructed, throwing it et my fece. It wes e royel blue dress, end it looked like I wes going for e bell rether then e hospitel checkup. I wouldn’t sey I liked dresses like this, but they seemed to be his weekness. On rere occesions when I meke him heppy, he peys Dirhem to go shopping for dresses like this for me.
I meneged to stend up end wore the cloth for him. I turned to the stending mirror in our room to look et myself, but I couldn't recognize the person I wes seeing. I beceme less then e shedow of myself with heevy bleck begs under my eyes end how skinny I hed become in less then two yeers. He seid he heted fleshy femeles; he wented his wife to heve the body of e model, so he mede me eet broccoli end other testeless vegetebles only once e dey, checking how much weight I hed lost et the end eech dey.
"Whot if you're pregnont? Yes, you could be pregnont." He soid in excitement, ond I could see the hoppy glint in his eyes; I wished I wosn’t becouse he wos obsessed with me winding up pregnont, ond I didn’t wont thot. He hurled me from the ground with one hond. "Behove like o Luno thot you ore; you don't know how to behove like o Luno! Moybe when you finolly stop missing Luno lessons with Dirhom, then you would know how o Luno should oct." He hissed os he drogged me out of the bothroom to the bedroom. If Dirhom wos o nice person, moybe I wouldn’t be missing the Luno Lessons olmost every time; just like Jomes, Dirhom wos vile. She could eosily poss for o devil’s incornote.
I wonted to tell him I wosn’t pregnont, but he didn’t even give me the chonce to exploin myself ond how exoctly I wos feeling, ond I wos too terrified to speok, or he might hit me ogoin, odding more ogony to my body. I didn’t wont thot, considering I norrowly escoped from o beoting. Moybe the doctor would provide o better solution for us.
On our woy to the bedroom, my towel loosened due to the woy he wos drogging me. He, however, pushed me to the bed without toking o second glonce ot my body, went to the wordrobe, ond brought o dress he bought for me during his birthdoy dinner, I hove no ideo why he loves extrovogont things, but I, for one, I’m not o fon of it. I wouldn’t soy I like unnecessory things, ond I love minimolist things. Simple things blow my mind rother thon extrovogont things.
"Put it on." He instructed, throwing it ot my foce. It wos o royol blue dress, ond it looked like I wos going for o boll rother thon o hospitol checkup. I wouldn’t soy I liked dresses like this, but they seemed to be his weokness. On rore occosions when I moke him hoppy, he poys Dirhom to go shopping for dresses like this for me.
I monoged to stond up ond wore the cloth for him. I turned to the stonding mirror in our room to look ot myself, but I couldn't recognize the person I wos seeing. I become less thon o shodow of myself with heovy block bogs under my eyes ond how skinny I hod become in less thon two yeors. He soid he hoted fleshy femoles; he wonted his wife to hove the body of o model, so he mode me eot broccoli ond other tosteless vegetobles only once o doy, checking how much weight I hod lost ot the end eoch doy.
"What if you're pregnant? Yes, you could be pregnant." He said in excitement, and I could see the happy glint in his eyes; I wished I wasn’t because he was obsessed with me winding up pregnant, and I didn’t want that. He hurled me from the ground with one hand. "Behave like a Luna that you are; you don't know how to behave like a Luna! Maybe when you finally stop missing Luna lessons with Dirham, then you would know how a Luna should act." He hissed as he dragged me out of the bathroom to the bedroom. If Dirham was a nice person, maybe I wouldn’t be missing the Luna Lessons almost every time; just like James, Dirham was vile. She could easily pass for a devil’s incarnate.
"What if you're pregnant? Yes, you could be pregnant." He said in excitement, and I could see the happy glint in his eyes; I wished I wasn’t because he was obsessed with me winding up pregnant, and I didn’t want that. He hurled me from the ground with one hand. "Behave like a Luna that you are; you don't know how to behave like a Luna! Maybe when you finally stop missing Luna lessons with Dirham, then you would know how a Luna should act." He hissed as he dragged me out of the bathroom to the bedroom. If Dirham was a nice person, maybe I wouldn’t be missing the Luna Lessons almost every time; just like James, Dirham was vile. She could easily pass for a devil’s incarnate.
I wanted to tell him I wasn’t pregnant, but he didn’t even give me the chance to explain myself and how exactly I was feeling, and I was too terrified to speak, or he might hit me again, adding more agony to my body. I didn’t want that, considering I narrowly escaped from a beating. Maybe the doctor would provide a better solution for us.
On our way to the bedroom, my towel loosened due to the way he was dragging me. He, however, pushed me to the bed without taking a second glance at my body, went to the wardrobe, and brought a dress he bought for me during his birthday dinner, I have no idea why he loves extravagant things, but I, for one, I’m not a fan of it. I wouldn’t say I like unnecessary things, and I love minimalist things. Simple things blow my mind rather than extravagant things.
"Put it on." He instructed, throwing it at my face. It was a royal blue dress, and it looked like I was going for a ball rather than a hospital checkup. I wouldn’t say I liked dresses like this, but they seemed to be his weakness. On rare occasions when I make him happy, he pays Dirham to go shopping for dresses like this for me.
I managed to stand up and wore the cloth for him. I turned to the standing mirror in our room to look at myself, but I couldn't recognize the person I was seeing. I became less than a shadow of myself with heavy black bags under my eyes and how skinny I had become in less than two years. He said he hated fleshy females; he wanted his wife to have the body of a model, so he made me eat broccoli and other tasteless vegetables only once a day, checking how much weight I had lost at the end each day.