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.
_Cut Her Some Slack
"I cannot believe the nerves of that man!" I snapped out loud on our way back home.
Just like that, without giving any reason, Alpha Caleb had stopped a pivotal deal between both our companies from happening.
Oh, wait, his actions did have a reason.
This was his way of punishing me for what happened at the Luna Ball last night.
But seriously though... Was this the best way for someone to mourn their wife?
"Sir, you have to relax." Lyra suddenly muttered in a shaky tone from where she sat beside me.
I glared at her, prompting her to keep quiet.
Sighing with frustration, I rubbed my forehead, deciding to forget about the whole thing and think of something else.
"By the way, Lyra, how are those things I told you to prepare? You know it's tonight, right?" I turned to her and asked curiously.
The 'things' in question were the surprise I promised Phoebe before I left this morning.