Wrong Alpha? So What!

"No… please, no—" Aria's desperate cry was muffled by the cloth stuffed deep in her mouth, her voice swallowed by the cruel silence of the room. Her wrists strained against the rough ropes that bound her to the cold chair, and her eyelids burned, forced wide open by the sharp metal clips digging into her skin.

Before her, the scene unfolded like a nightmare—too real to be a dream, too sickening to be a fantasy.

"Look at her, Logan." The sultry, mocking voice came from the woman sprawled beneath him, her long legs wrapped around his waist, her body moving with his every thrust. Her breasts bounced with the rhythm, her nails digging into Logan's back as she tossed her head back in ecstasy. "She's crying."

Logan's lips curled into a twisted smile as he glanced at Aria, his thrusts growing harder, more deliberate, as if each one was meant to hammer her into the ground, to break her even further.

Aria's heart pounded, her tears slipping down her cheeks, mixing with the wine they had splashed over her earlier. The sticky liquid clung to her skin, the smell of it filling her nostrils. Every time she tried to close her eyes, to shut out the horror unfolding before her, a sharp yank on her hair reminded her that there was no escape.

"Watch." Logan's voice was low, dark, filled with malicious glee. His hand shot out, grabbing a fistful of her tangled hair, jerking her head forward. "I said, watch."

Her eyelids fluttered against the pain, but the metal clips held them wide, forcing her to witness every grotesque moment. The wet slapping of flesh, the obscene moans, the sickening crack of laughter as the woman arched her back beneath him. Her eyes flicked to the woman—Selene, her step-sister, the one who had taken everything from her.

Selene's eyes met Aria's over Logan's shoulder, a cruel smile twisting her lips. "Does it hurt, sister?" she purred, lifting her hand to trail her nails down Logan's chest before turning to Aria. "It must feel awful, knowing you were never enough for him. That he always preferred me."

Aria's body trembled with silent sobs, the words sinking into her like blades. She had been the Luna, the chosen one, once. Now, she was nothing. Less than nothing.

The sound of Logan's grunts filled the air, his breath quickening as he reached his peak. The sight of his betrayal, the raw carnality of it, felt like shards of glass scraping against her soul.

A sharp slap echoed in the room, and Aria's head jerked to the side. Blood trickled from her lip where Logan had struck her. Her head spun, her vision blurred, but the image of the two of them locked together—Selene's body moving in time with his—was seared into her mind.

"Stop… please…" she whispered, but the gag swallowed her words. She struggled, her wrists bleeding where the ropes had torn into her skin. But it was useless. She was trapped.

"Spit on her," Logan growled, his voice thick with lust and rage.

Without hesitation, Selene leaned over, a string of saliva dropping from her lips onto Aria's tear-streaked face. She sneered, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand, and then laughed—a high, cruel sound that made Aria's stomach churn.

Logan's movements quickened, and Selene arched her back with a loud, exaggerated moan. Aria's chest tightened, each breath a struggle as she tried to shut out the sounds, the sight, the humiliation. She felt the bile rise in her throat, her body shaking with the weight of her shame.

Logan's hand gripped her hair again, pulling her closer, forcing her to look directly at the sickening display. "You always were weak, Aria. Pathetic," he spat, his voice filled with venom. "You were never meant to be my Luna."

Aria's heart shattered, but there was no escape from the torment.

Selene moaned louder, her body convulsing beneath Logan as he reached his release, his hand gripping her hips with brutal force. The room was filled with their shared ecstasy, the twisted pleasure of their betrayal.

Then, as Selene collapsed against Logan's chest, her head lolling back with a satisfied smirk, Logan slowly turned his attention back to Aria. The room seemed to grow colder, the air thick with malice.

Logan stood, his naked body glistening with sweat as he picked up the knife from the table beside him. "Now," he whispered, his voice soft but deadly, "it's time to finish this."

Aria's eyes widened as he approached, the blade gleaming in the dim light. Her breaths came in shallow gasps, panic rising in her chest as she pulled futilely against her restraints.

Selene sat up, her eyes gleaming with twisted delight. "Make her watch, Logan," she said sweetly. "Make her see what happens when you cross us."

Logan's grin was cold, calculating. He knelt in front of Aria, his hand caressing her cheek, the tip of the knife tracing a slow, deliberate line down her neck. "You've always been so fragile," he murmured, pressing the blade just hard enough to draw a bead of blood. "But don't worry. I'm going to help you… let go."

Aria's heart raced, her body shaking violently as she whispered one last, silent plea to the Moon Goddess.

Why? What did I do to deserve this?

But the only answer she received was the cold steel sliding into her flesh, and the agonizing burn of betrayal as Logan twisted the blade, his eyes never leaving hers.

The last thing Aria saw was Logan's satisfied smile, and the vision of Selene's mocking laughter as the world around her faded into darkness.