Louisa's POV I had no other choice but to follow his instruction and put another finger inside. The sudden increase of impact on my small hole made me feel extremely painful again. I looked up hopelessly at Alpha Lucas. "I didn't tell you to stop. So why do you stop?" he asked. "Please," I whispered in tears, "I can't do it anymore." The hem dropped down and covered my legs. "Do you want me to ask Lucian back to give you a hand?" "Please don't do that, Alpha. Please show me some mercy..." I choked on my tears. "So you want me to help you, don't you?" He looked into my eyes. "Yes, please, Alpha..." I whispered. He pulled me up and ripped off my gown. Then, he put my waist on his lap. He was fully clothed, but I was all naked. I didn't dare to look at him when he pushed his fingers into my pussy. "Ah…" I screamed in pain. His fingers were coarse with calluses. They kept throbbing ruthlessly on the tenderest part of my body. "This is what you've got, when you tell me that

Louisa’s POV I was left on the bed, chained and collared. Despised and disfavored. I covered my face and wept silently. How could I be this stupid? Lucian and Leo were the only ones who were trying to help me. But I ruined it just like that. I was in tremendous fear again, having realized that there would be no one in this pack to help me. My stomach started turning and my head was deflated. Maybe a stupid girl like me didn’t deserve to be loved or cherished. Maybe I was just supposed to be chained and locked up, being someone’s subject or a disposable sex toy. Uma told me that I should aim at being a Luna. But if she had spent more time with me, she would have seen how wrong she had been. I was a complete disgrace. A shame. And she died for a foolish girl like me. I just wasn’t wired up for something so sophisticated as vengeance. As I was about to cry myself to sleep, I heard some chaos from outside the tent. "Stay here and wait for your turn." A voice said. I craw

Louisa’s POV "You just can’t stay away from trouble, can you?" Lucian asked when he pushed me into my tent. "He was badly injured and they still wanted him to fight. It’s not fair! He’ll be killed!" I said. "Why do you care? He’s just a rogue." Lucian said. He saw the dead body of the young soldier in my tent and frowned. "I care because I have a heart! Unlike you!" I shouted. I regretted it straight away. It wasn’t fair to say something like that to him. He had taken so many risks to help me. But sometimes he was like a walking dead… a living corpse to me. I really didn’t know what was underneath his calm and tranquil appearance. "I’m sorry…" I whispered, "I didn’t mean to…" He looked away at the dead soldier. "Did you kill him to get away?" Lucian asked. "He wanted to kill me and take away…" I wanted to "pearls", but I realized I couldn’t afford to tell anyone about the pearls, so I paused. "He wanted to… hurt me." I lowered my head and said. Lucian asked the soldiers

Louisa’s POV I chopped, minced, mixed and stirred, quickly rolled all the ingredients into balls. Then, I put them into boiling water, and then fried them in oil to give them a layer of nice crispy crust. After that, I prepared the garlic sauce, adding cranberries and ground cinnamon powder, so it became sweet and sour at the same time. As I poured the garlic sauce on top of the meatballs, the chef’s compacted facial features unfolded on his face. His saliva was dripping from his mouth while watching the meatballs being put into individual bowls. He took up a bowl and gorged all the meatballs into his mouth. "Wait! It’s too hot!" I tried to stop him, but it was too late. The chef’s face turned red and I could see steam and fire coming out of his eyes and nose. "My Moon Goddess! This is… soooooo delicious!!!" he exclaimed in tears. All the soldiers were drawn by his voice and gathered outside the kitchen tent. I handed out meatballs one bowl after another. When they ate it,

Louisa’s POV "Are you hurt?" I approached the black wolf and asked in a low voice. There was still the bear’s blood dripping from his mouth. His eyes were burning. I didn’t dare to walk closer. He looked at me and gulped. Then, he shook his head. I looked at the massive carcass of the giant bear. The black wolf turned away. He walked to the river and started to wash off the blood on his snout. I stood behind him and watch the blood diffusing in the water and disappeared. The black wolf looked back and he must have seen the concern on his face. He shook his head, so the water came off his fur. The water splashed on me. I stepped back in a panic, tripped over a stone and fell to the ground. He looked at me and snorted. Then, he walked to me and licked the water on my face. His breath was still of the bitterness of blood. "I’m afraid of you." I lowered my head and said, "Are you going to hurt me?" He stopped licking me. When I looked up at him, I saw a flash of vulnerab