Rise of the Rejected Luna
[WARNING: MATURE CONTENT, DARK THEMES] “I will tie you to the bedpost and fuck you like a dirty little slut. Our bodies will meet in perfumes and in sweat until you're screaming for mercy from me… your big bad fuckable lord and Alpha." He vowed and my face seared with humiliation. Wasn't it laughable that I was not humiliated because of his words, but because of what the thoughts that lingered at the back of my mind were? I wanted every bit of it. The crazy wild sex, the toxic bond… somehow—the sound of them set my soul on fire. I wanted them all. ____ Phoebe Skywalker is a humble maid in the mansion of the Prestigious Blue Moon’s Alpha. When she is chosen as the Moon's Chosen who is destined to mate with the Alpha, no one expected this taboo as only elites were allowed to become the Luna. Unable to tolerate this humiliation, the arrogant Alpha rejects her. But the Alpha Council intervenes, forcing him to mate with the unlikely chosen one. Phoebe becomes the pack’s Luna but Alpha Kaene would never open his heart to her… or so he thought. When he tries his best to intimidate her, promising her unending nights of merciless lovemaking, Kaene doesn't expect the feisty side of Phoebe that he soon comes to discover. The taboo Luna shocks everyone as she not only shines in conquering enemies but also in stealing the heart of the stoic Alpha Kaene.
_Cursed Garden
"Phoebe!" Negan yelled out, running toward me when he heard my scream.
But I was too stunned to even acknowledge his presence, all my attention placed on the thing dangling on the tree.
And by 'thing', I meant Brittany's dead body, hoisted up by a garden pipe tied around her neck and unto the tree branch as if she was a mere decoration.
"By the moon," Negan muttered when he stood beside me, his eyes staring at the dead body with all sorts of hidden emotions.
I glanced at him, my breathing increasing as I tried to process everything.
There wasn't much to process since it was quite clear that Brittany killed herself.
But why did I have a weird feeling about this? As if there was something more to the whole thing.
My stomach churned as I looked away from her dead body, placing my hand on my hand and hoping that I wouldn't puke.