(Lena's POV)"No matter what happens, keep your head up high; after all, you are the Luna." This was my mother's advice. I never knew I would be turning back to the advice she gave me, but that was the only way, if I wanted things to work between me and Damien.Damien led me to the dining room.What I didn't expect was to see a table of about thirty, all seated. There were two empty seats; from the positioning, it was clear that one belonged to the Alpha and the other to the side to the Luna.Despite being the child of an Alpha, I didn't have the qualities of a Luna so at this moment I didn't know what was required of me to do. My eyes caught a girl sitting on the same dinner table, closest to the Alpha. She had a mark down her brow, but that didn't make her any less beautiful, she looked dangerous though- the kind of girl who could use a dagger as her play thing. She had long black hair, braided into two, and a scowl on her face, making her look superior. Now that's how a luna shou
(Lena's POV) Pin-drop silence followed next.Realization was slolwy dawning on me. What had I done?I continued eating, expecting Damien to grab me by the arm and lead me away- maybe back to the room, but he didn't. Rather, he engaged Diego in some discussion about the pack. I couldn't even grab half of what they were saying; my eyes drifted every once in a while to the scared girl and then to Gamma Nat. I couldn't hide the dislike I felt for him; I would never fit in here, and for the first time since I got her, I didn't think I wanted to fit in.I dreaded the time the meal would be over and the time I would have to return to the room with Damien. The moment I was done eating, I turned to Isis."Are you ready for the tour?" I asked, easily masking my fear for what awaited me behind closed doors. I was surprised at how good I was getting at this."Of course, Luna," she said. Too sweet. That's how she sounded, and she was anything but that. I stood, not bothering to glance at Damien, a
(Lena's POV)I didn't think he would actually mark me this so soon. Now there were no chances of being with my mate; I was his; body and soul. If the marriage wasn't enough, this was. Just a few days ago, I was a girl with hopes, despite the hatred my parents showed me, someday I could shove it away because I would finally find my mate.Isis was right. The Blood Moon Pack was not a place for a person like me. I remembered blacking out after he had marked me; the scar on my neck still hurt. Staring at it in the mirror, I knew this was more than just marking me; it was a lesson: disrespect me and be punished. This was my punishment.I should lay low; I should be sorry, but I wasn't, and there was something in me—something that wanted to disrespect him more and see the worst he could do. I didn't have many options now; sooner or later, he would get rid of me.Damien wasn't here. I had a few ideas of the place he would be now, maybe with Isis. I didn't need to be a genius to know that th
(Lena's POV)His kiss became rougher, but that strange, twisted part I never knew I had wanted more. I rocked my hips against his pelvis; he brought me down to the bare ground and spread my legs, his hands cupping my breast."I want to taste every single part of you," he whispered, his low voice causing me to shiver, this time not just out of fear but anticipation. What the hell was happening to me?, fucking a man who just ripped another wolf to shred and right in the middle of the woods?, yet that voice of reasoning was shoved away by another more dominant want.He kissed the spot between my breasts. Going down to my stomach, he kissed my navel, and that got me panting, and then he went lower. He blew against my wetness, and the hot air caused another chain of reaction, resulting in a pool of wetness. I was afraid to pass my hands through his hair. I knew he would still be mad at me for trying to escape, and he didn't like being touched, so I was forced to keep my hands to myself. He
(Lena POV)I woke up, but unlike every other time, I was not alone. Damien was beside me; my hands were around his torso and my other hand on his chest. Even at sleep, he looked tense; I couldn't tell if he was actually sleeping; he wasn't used to being touched, and yet he never pulled away, though he kept his hands to himself, remaining in that same position he layed in all through the night.I watched his face, his black full eyebrow, his sharp jaw—everything about him screamed danger—but then, down to his lips, they weren't pink; they were red. Red as blood."What is your second obsession?" I had asked him."Blood," he answered.This was the Blood Moon pack; of course it made sense. I remembered the way he had ripped that wolf to shred before eating me out right there, beside the dead body. That shouldn't turn me on; it was cruel, something only an animal would do, but maybe this part of me had always been there, and it did turn me on, remembering how strong he had been. The rogue
(Lena's POV)Isis eyes never left mine as she headed towards us.She stopped right in front of the Alpha, like I didn't exist; not everyone could do that, but clearly she was of rank here, and what I saw in the ring told me why. She was very, very strong and beautiful, with toned muscles and a pretty but dangerous-looking face, just like Damien.I didn't want to think about it, but clearly, they would have been perfect for each other."Alpha," she called, giving a curt bow and then staring at him right in the eyes as she spoke. "We noticed more rogue attacks, though none of them could get close to the pack, but it is dangerous for those who sneak out without our knowledge," she said, her lips quirking. I knew she meant me, and so did Damien; his jaw tightened at that."Not to worry; see to it that security is doubled; I'll take care of the rest," he replied, all business.She gave him a flittering smile, which he didn't seem to notice; all the while, Deigo stood with his hands in his
(Lena's POV)I had gone over my little speech I reserved for Daimen a couple of times, but the moment I heard him approaching, my mind turned blank. I frooze, staring at him."I'm late. Sorry," he apologized. He was only two minutes late. Still, I was unable to respond. "Lena, are you alright?"I blinked, snapping out of it. "Yes, sorry""What did she tell you?" he asked, more like growled. "What did Isis tell you?""Nothing""You slapped her. That wasn't nothing.""I'm sorry""Don't be sorry about that," he said before shrugging off his jacket. I didn't remember him with the jacket when he left the room. His eyes were on the dark brown gown I had chosen."The black gown soothes you," he complemented. I had wanted to correct him; it was a dark brown, close to black but not quite it, but of course, this had been the first compliment I had ever received from him, and I was not about to spoil it."Thank you," I replied with a smile, and he seemed to brighten up just a little.I fidgeted,
(Damien's POV)I felt nothing.For the first time, I wish I could feel. I always thought my inability to feel any emotion except pleasure and pain was a blessing; I didn't have to worry about people's mood, and I never had to make wrong choices. Emotions made people weak. That had been what I thought, but these few days something had changed. I wanted to feel, even if it was only that once.Her hair seemed light and smelled nice, always, but I didn't know what color they were.I was color blind.Seeing everything in black, grey, and white.The last time I saw her in a dress, it had been a light color; I couldn't guess which color it was, so I couldn't complement her, but then I returned to see her in a dark-colored gown; I guessed it was black, and she didn't correct me, meaning I was right.Diego had told me Lena's hair was a different shade of blonde. I wish I could see it; I wish I could see the color of her eyes, and up until now, I had never thought it was that big of a problem t