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Scarred Luna

"Now, listen to me" he commanded and I instantly looked up at him. "Rule number one, no screaming. No matter what I do to you, I must not hear a single noise. If I do, it would most definitely get worse" he said and my heart hammered in my chest. "Rule number two, when I tell you to do something, you do it, or else, I will whip you repeatedly and make sure you're on the brink of death but just enough to keep you alive." He said with a wicked grin on his face. "Rule number three, follow those two rules" he said and got up. Out of the blue, he whipped me again and I screamed. I had never felt that much pain in my entire life. "Tsk tsk, you're a slow one" he said and I held my breath as I awaited the next whip. He whipped me again and I managed to stifle a scream. "Good girl" he said and went back to sit on his bed. "Now, strip." He ordered and I shakily got up and began to pull my clothes off my body. ... Kieran had a regular life until a ruthless Alpha turned it all upside down. She suffers and even gets rejected. What happens when she has a better second chance mate who is protective and the ruthless Alpha who made her life hell is butting into her life again?

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The Argument

Xander's POV

The room was quiet, so silent that the only thing I could hear was the sound of my own organs, each one doing what it's supposed to. Blood raced up my ears, accompanied by the sound of my heart thudding erratically in my chest. No matter how hard I tried to calm it down, it just didn't budge. At this rate,I wouldn't be surprised if my heart jumped right out of my chest and onto the plate in front of me. That way, maybe I would have a valid reason to leave this plate empty.

The cold feel of the fork pressed into my skin and despite the fact that my hand had been hovering over breakfast for a while now, I didn't feel any form of pain. I wouldn't be exaggerating if I said I wasn't feeling anything at all. My breakfast had gone cold, and yet, my stomach hadn't growled to complain about not stuffing my gut with food.