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Epilogue
6 years Later
It’s been six years since my life actually began. Six wonderful years full of love, happiness, safety, and bliss with the closest people to my heart sharing it with me.
Six years where neither me, or anyone of my family was harmed or put in danger.
My life was perfect in every way. The day dreams I used to have back at my old pack, on my thin cots, trying desperately to distract myself from my throbbing and aching body, finally came true.
I had the best parents in this whole world. Even I didn’t envision them to be as perfect as they actually are.
I was the luckiest girl to marry this man that I am sleeping next to right now. He was perfect in my eyes. It’s ironic, considering that our first few encounters always filled me with a mix of fear and hatred towards him. If someone back then could possibly see the future and informed me that I will end up marrying alpha Klaus and become so happy with him, I would’ve hi
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The Half Blood Luna Acknowledgement
The only people I have to thank and give credit to for completing this book, are my amazing readers. Without your encouragements, comments, and likes, this book wouldn’t have finished. You gave me the confidence in myself as a writer and in my story. Without your interactions with every update, I would have dropped the whole thing and considered myself a failure in this particular field. Thank you so much for having the time to leave your comments, they fill me with so much joy to read every single one of them. Thank you for having faith in my story and loving my characters as much as I loved them. And finally, thank you for sticking by this book and waiting patiently for every update. I know how frustrating it was for you to stop reading just before things got to the exciting moments. New readers who got to read the completed book and reached this far, consider yourselves so lucky because you got to read the whole thing in one piece w
The Half Blood Luna Epilogue 2
Klaus’s POV “Waffles, nana, please” We were all gathered for breakfast like we do everyday. Me, Ella, Joseph, Sara, and our precious twins, MJ and Melanie. MJ was pointing at the plate of waffles, cutely asking his grandmother for the last piece left. There would have been war between me and Sara over who would get the last piece, a few years ago. But, because it was her little spoiled grandson asking for it now, she happily obliged. The twins had a special place in all of our hearts. MJ looked like Ella with his golden bouncy curls and big brown eyes, while Melanie had my hazel eye color and my ash blond hair. As Sara handed him the last piece with a kiss on his chubby cheek, we all noticed at the same time a yellow note left on the waffles plate. It was hidden by the last piece that Sara gave to MJ. It said “Save The Last Piece For Me Please!! -Baby #3” My heart fluttered excitedly as I reread the note again and again. I looked up at Ella and saw her staring at me lovingly w
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Ella’s POV Before I jump into the story that is my life, let me tell who I am first. My name is Ella, I am 17; soon to be in a few weeks 18, years old. I have brown eyes that are a bit wider than most people, which scores me some beauty points that make up for having a common boring eye color like brown. My skin is snow white and my body is mostly skin and bone; meaning I am very tiny and slim. The most beautiful thing I love about myself is my hair. It’s golden, very voluminous, and curly. It makes me stand out in a crowd, which is exactly why I always have it in a bun and secure it in a beanie hat. Because standing out is the last thing that I want. Why you ask? Well… I guess I can’t stall anymore, it is time to dive into my miserable story now. Let me start by telling you about my parents. My mom died giving birth to me 17 years ago so I don’t really know anything about her besides her name, Sara, and the fact that she was human. I don’t know what she look
The Half Blood Luna 2
Ella’s POV Now that I told you about me and my parents, let me tall you about the alpha and beta of my pack. In fact I can pretty much describe them both in a single sentence. They were asshole bastards who deserved to die the most horrible and gruesome death possible. Yes, they were that bad. But my opinion of them before I was noticed by them was only that they were asshole bastards. However, after I actually knew them in person, I prayed everyday to any goddess that actually listened to prayers that they would die writhing in pain and wishing for death for days before actually dying. I have never hated someone the way I hated them. Alpha Grey was 50 something years old. He is very bulky and big with grey eyes and dark grey hair that he always ties into a pony tail. He’s been alpha of his pack since he turned 18 after killing the old alpha, his father. I mean killing your own father to become alpha should be reason enough to hate him, but there is more to that hate. After he appoin
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Ella’s POV He took me to his bedroom. He let go of my hand and went over to his closet and started looking for something. I had no idea what I was doing here. It was the last place I thought he was going to take me to. I was standing in the middle of the room hugging myself while I nervously looked around me. It was a huge room with the biggest bed I've ever seen. It had four tall pillars on each side. “What’s your name servant?” alpha Grey asked. He was finished with his closet and was standing in front of me holding a lot of chains. “Ella” I whispered. “How old are you Ella?” “S… seventeen” “Do your parents work here as well?” “My dad used to be a servant, but he died… his name was Bill” Recognition filled his eyes at the mention of my father’s name. He went to stand in front of his bed and deposited the chains on it. Then he started hooking them up to hooks that were installed at the tops and bottoms of the two pillars at the end of the bed. When he was done, he turned to
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Ella’s POV I spent every night for 10 months being whipped all over my body, then raped repeatedly by the alpha until he passed out. Some nights were rougher than others. Some nights; depending on the alpha’s mood and how much he was drinking that night, he would mark every inch of my body with his flogger whip to the point of passing out from the pain. I would lose consciousness before I was finished counting for him. At which point he would make me drink just a drop of his blood, not enough to heal me, but enough to bring me back, and then he would make me continue counting from where we left off. Some nights, I brought his wrath upon myself by mouthing off at him. I just couldn’t always be the obedient little slave who always submits to that bastard. Sometimes I would fight him and refuse to be raped that easily. On those nights, he would make sure I regret every single thing I said to him and every ounce of defiance I was able to conjure. Some nights, he
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Ella’s POV I finish cleaning the last dish from dinner, dry my hands quickly, and practically run towards the alpha’s bedroom. I was 10 minutes late, and I was sure he will make me pay for it viciously. I wasn’t late on purpose, the dinner he and his inner circle were having started late because they were setting their last plans to take over yet another poor pack tomorrow. I was responsible for cleaning the dishes tonight, so I couldn’t hand it off to someone else and tell them that I had to meet the alpha in his bedroom for some heart to heart romance. Tonight marks the 10 month anniversary of my nightmare. I sigh inwardly. Will this ever end? Goddess I hope so, cause if it doesn’t, I was sure I will reach a point where I will kill him myself, and that will earn me a public execution for sure. Well, I wasn’t even living to begin with. This is not life, no this is slow death in its purist forms. I reach his door and close my eyes. Please Goddess let me endure yet another torturous
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Ella’s POV By the end of the night, every inch of my body was screaming in pain. Alpha Grey lived up to his word. He kept torturing me for two hours with different whips. My back, front, behind, and thighs were all marked by his whips. He left red angry marks everywhere. The worst ones were the 20 cuts on my back caused from my punishment for being late. My vagina was bleeding too. Being forced by him multiple times always caused tears in my walls. I painfully got up from his bed where he was snoring without a care in the world. I put my clothes on while biting the insides of my cheeks as each movement made me want to scream out loud, but I needed to keep my mouth shut so I don’t wake him. I took one last look at him before I left. He was sleeping like a fucking baby who just drank his mother’s milk and filled his stomach. I silently prayed someone would gut his insides tomorrow during battle. I went to the kitchen seeing as I will not be sleeping tonight from the pain. I learned so
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