In a moment after a whole drama she had been displaying, Melissa grumbled as she made her way off to the bed.

She didn't understand the type of drizzly dreams she had just had, also she felt to understand how she made it home. Ordinarily, when she ventured into drowning herself in alcohol, she passed out in the bar and woke up early the next morning in the same spot.

She rubbed her eyes, wondering why she was still wet. She cracked her eyes open and found herself in an unknown room. Her eyes flew open, and her heart contested.

Recollections of the night before crashed into her head.

She had been drunk as hell and an unknown person stole her drink and cleared her bill, but because she was mad she pursued him and

She was taken back to the alley, where he laughed and hovered over her.

"In all honesty, I didn't expect you to take the lure," He muffled, his voice thrilling her anxieties.

He snuffled her neck and was able to let out a deep groan.

Melissa swallowed the moan that threatened to erupt from her.

"You know, when ladies come after me they come to seduce and thank me for clearing their tabs. But you, you're a different grade," He whispered.

A quiver snaked down Melissa's spine. Her head was swaying in mud and her body was flooded by his arousal. She could tell that he was a powerful wolf because his supremacy made her wolf vibrate in respect. What

Melissa did not understand why her body was responsive to his voice. He hadn't even touched her...

On the last count, she was sure she hated sex, particularly after being abused by Lloyd. She couldn't recall the last time she was turned on, and yet here her body reacted to a total foreigner. Something about him influenced her. It excited her and scared her at the same time.

His hands gripped her waist and he planted a hard kiss on her neck, grazing it softly. That single act sent waves of pleasure through her. She didn't know how, but her hands moved down... Suddenly, he let out an aggressive growl and took her mouth.

"Dear, we can't do this here, I must say." He said in a tense voice.

His kiss was as serious as it was inspiring. Puffing he broke the kiss, threw her over his shoulder, and marched away. He took her to an unknown room, threw her on the bed, and shielded her...

Melissa was still surprised by what she had passed through the night before. She was overcome by her need for him again. Nobody had made her feel that way, endlessly.

"I discern, I do have a habit of leaving that effect on people," A voice sniggered. She instantly reverted to her reality. Her heart pounded in her chest and her head snapped in his direction.

She was utterly amazed at the sight of him. Her mystery man was leaning on the wall with an easy smirk etched on his lips. His wipe of dirty blonde hair fell over his gloomy, light blue eyes that bore holes into her body. His ripped muscles were covered in more tattoos than she had seen on anyone's body in her entire life.

She blinked, he was dazzling. Gratefulness to him whelmed through her.

"I-" She started to say.

"I beg to ask, what exactly are you still doing here?"

He roared abruptly, inclined off the wall. Anger blazed in his eyes. Melissa's eyes went around and her mouth molded.

"I went out for my early morning exercise to allow you to clean yourself and find your way out. How come you are still here and what did you think this is?" He yelled, stepping forward.

Shortly, Melissa jumped to her feet. Her heart and her peaceful state crashed into a bazillion pieces. I was too used to it. She had frequently experienced that. Tears blurred her vision.

"It was a one-night stand dammit! Why are you still here?" he asked; his dominance projected the anger in his voice, and it sliced through her like a sword.

Alpha Wolf! Her senses warned her.

Her body trembled as she struggled to put on her clothes. The amount of embarrassment and stupidity she felt endangered to swallow her up. The enigmatic man sneered at her, his voice saturated with frustration and revulsion as she scrambled about the room.

"Get out of this place!" He stated with vagueness on his face, gripping her unevenly and throwing her out of the room. The rest of her stuff followed suit and he smashed the door in her face.

The tears began falling out. It was the same way Lloyd had treated her after their first night together. She crouched on the floor outside his door sobbing.

This was the same way she had been used by her mate.

Goodness, she was so stupid. It was why she found herself with people who exposed her stupidity. Lloyd was right, she cried. She was useless. She was just a toy for male wolves and nothing more. Why else would someone she had just met treat her the same way Lloyd did?

She didn't want to live like that anymore. She wanted to leave Lloyd and be happy forever. If only she could pay off her family's debt and go away in peace.

Afterward, she decided to dry off her tears and put on the rest of her clothes. Then, slowly she stood up and shuffled out of the motel.

"Where are you coming from and where have you been?" Lloyd growled the moment she stepped into Blossom's pack house. Melissa's shoulders were huddled and her eyes were fixed on the floor. Lloyd gripped her by her blouse and snuffled her.

"How come that I smell another male on you? Don't you know that you're mine?" He roared, spanking her. Letting go of her blouse, he jerked her hair.

"Answer me now!" He shouted, angrily.

"The bar," Melissa grumbled; Lloyd murmured and sounded like her again, and this time, he was tougher.

Melissa wept out, and discomfort detonated in her head. No matter how many times she had been hit by Lloyd, it still hurt like hell every time.

"I beg your pardon, what would you say the people's Luna was doing in a bar again? You fool! What did I tell you about visiting the bar?" Lloyd murmured, dragging her until they were in the kitchen.

"No-no, no n-o," Melissa grumbled, "I can explain. I was drunk and unfortunately passed out."

With a malicious grin, Lloyd picked up the gray whip he modified for her. Melissa shuddered copiously. Wounds meted out on her by the gray whip hurt a thousand times more. Anytime she was whipped with it, it was as if she had been set in flames.

"Can you just emerge? What did I tell you about the bar?"

"Take me by my words today, I promise; I'll never do it again!" Melissa shouted and struggled in his clasp. "I promise. Please!"

As that wasn't enough, Lloyd pressed her to the floor and began kicking her. His eyes were ignited with pleasure. Then raising the lash, he flogged her immeasurably.

Melissa let out a penetrating yell. The smell of fiery flesh combined with her blood scented the air. The whip tore her flesh open and her blood poured out. The hurt went through her like a weapon had made her lose her vision. She sputtered blood and gasped for air.

"Idiot, I cautioned you not to provoke me. Until you have cleared your debt you will do as I tell you."

Wham! Another lash followed.

Melissa shouted as a penetrating pain shot through her body like lightning. She sucked in a sharp breath, clenched her teeth, and tried to focus on something other than the hurt. He was about to carry out another lash when the pack Beta rushed in gasping.

"Lloyd! Alpha Lloyd! The Alpha of Shadow Moon Pack is here!" he said.

Lloyd held still, which gave Melissa slight time to recuperate. She crawled as far from Lloyd as possible. Her blood was smeared all over the place. With each movement, her bones threatened to snap.

"Are you for real?" Lloyd quaffed, cautiously dropping the lash.

The great Alpha of Shadow Moon happened to be the most callous being known to the werewolf kind. Not only was he extremely dominant. His wolf was like a beast. Recently he had returned from war with a pack that had dared to defy him; he crushed everyone in that particular pack.

"There are indications that he arrived at Blossom last night and kept a low profile. The pack warriors told me that he and his people are headed to see you," his beta informed him.

Melissa could not be more appreciative of such a disruption. She blessed the Alpha of Shadow Moon for saving her and dropping her penance. Regardless of the discomfort stunning her body, she could feel the fear radiating out from Lloyd and his Beta. It ended with her having some level of comfort.

"Wonderful," Lloyd roared, "Ask the Omega to go and prepare a very powerful ceremonial meal to make merry his arrival and his recent triumph. We'll sign a treaty to prove that we are not antagonistic with him and his pack. No one, I mean, no one should infuriate him or his crew.

Let's just hope we pacify him with the celebration and treaty and that he passes by without terminating the entire people that live in our pack."

"Sure, my wonderful Alpha," His beta bobbed, "In that case, you also need to go and welcome him. He is moving to the Packhouse."

Lloyd roared in thwarting, "Do well and get this fool out of this vicinity and clean up the entire disarray."

"Certainly, Alpha." His beta bowed his head as Lloyd stayed out of the room. Melissa sighed, glad that Lloyd would be much diverted until the Mighty Alpha decided to go back. Maybe, just maybe if he was distracted enough, she could finally think of a way to pay her debts and then run away into her liberty

One of his girls, Greg, patrolled from place to place in his suit agitatedly. It had been a few days since he had been with the blue-haired and hazel-green-eyed girl, yet he was still overwhelmed by recollections of her. He windswept his hair and gathered his arms as he moved from one particular verge of his apartment to another.

All this was going on because he was so drunk by her, that he had lost control that night and marked her. But he had been with numerous ladies in the past and had gotten over it approximately.

This particular lady appears to have stayed with him like a perpetual mark just because he had made a mistake and patent her.

He snarled in hindrance as he remembered how her appearance wrinkled when he chased her out the next morning. This was the first time he had felt guilt for any of his actions and it peeved him. He had done worse to other ladies, so why did her sad appearance disturb him?

"Shit," he roared, broke his fistful into the wall.

All this shit wouldn't have happened if he hadn't gotten drunk and carried away after he had destroyed that filthy pack. He had been so drunk with his victory and power that he had told his warriors who had accompanied him to go out and have fun, while he went for a run in the forest.

Somehow, he crossed into Blossom's pack territory, and because he felt like he was on top of the world, he allowed his curiosity to sway him into traveling the pack. He was also very horny. He needed a sweet female to release all that stifled energy within him.

At that moment, he changed into his human form and walked around Blossom in disguise. When he stumbled into the bar, he was approximately fascinated by the crying ash-Lloyd-haired girl.

She wasn't actually his sort. He desired loud horrible females who just wanted a hot night, but the Lloyd-haired scent pleased him. He watched her throughout the night, waiting for her to get drunk enough to become an easy no-win situation.

Shrewd that it was his cue when she began to laugh uproariously and move messily, he approached her and once she tossed her head around to give him a full view of her body and face, a tremor ran through his body.

Holy fuck! She was beautiful.

Of course, he had seen more gorgeous women, but the woman before him had this flimsy, yet foremost air to her. Her hazel green eyes and full lips called out to him. She had the faultless magnitude of boobs he loved, cheerful, not too firm, and not too soft.

He saw that grief penetrated abysmally into her eyes and something warned him to keep off. He had normally avoided broken girls.

Apparently, his wolf, too, wanted her. His wolf was a beast and if he refused what it wanted, he knew that it would somehow come back and take her by force. The lady was not making it easy by smiling hilariously.

Everything about her drove me crazy. It wanted to imprint itself on her and make her scent his. It was strange because his wolf had never been so territorial before.

Greg wriggled to keep his wolf in check as he entered her. The fight for control and her loud moans made the experience even more exciting. Yet the moment his wolf saw the mark of another on her, it was enraged and marked her on top of it.

That snapped Greg out of a frenzy. He was instantly filled with uninhibited fury. Still, his wolf fought until it completed the mark above her breast and at the back of her neck, licking it to seal it out of eyesight.

When morning came, Greg directed the anger and annoyance he felt for himself at her. It intensified him when he got back from his run, and he was enthusiastic by her arousal.

In another development, what was worse was that she appeared in his dreams every night; after having that remarkable sexual role, his dreams turned to nightmares where he saw her suffering and pleading for his help. It always left him and his wolf troubled. He needed to do something about it rapidly.

"My great Alpha, you called me," Mark, his most trusted warrior and companion, said as he entered his room.

"Sure," he grumbled, puffing and holding the bridge of his nose.

He despised how he was drawn to her. He despised how he felt and there was one way he knew how to remedy his little obsessions. It was to find her again and have her till he got over her or make her hate him.

"Send scouts into Blossom. I need you to find an ash-Lloyd-haired lady with hazel-green eyes. She is a bit rosy-skinned, and slim but with wide hips. Find her and bring her to me. Find her before the Blossom Party tonight. I need to get over her quickly." he ordered. Mark bowed and walked out briskly.

The entire day went by with Mark and some of his warriors going in search of her, but it was all to no avail. Greg was utterly pissed by the time he arrived at the Blossom pack hall for the party.

There were a lot of gorgeous damsels making gesticulations and flinging themselves at him. It gave him joy, excited as it made him laugh when he understood of the innumerable number of females that thought they could pacify and mate him only to end up becoming fanatical over his body and getting tossed aside when he became tired of them.

Some beautiful ones wedged his thoughts as the party was ongoing and he decided that if he couldn't find the Lloyd-haired lady, he would take out his thwarting on them in bed instead.

Greg didn't care for Alpha Lloyd but was impressed by the thrill of the party. Lloyd was authoritative and callous, but not as dominant or callous as him. Yet Greg knew that he had to be checked lest he grow wings and become arrogant. After all, Blossom had been close allies with the pack he had just besotted.

Another thing that amplified Greg's contempt for the arrogant Lloyd was that he only cared about his position and not his pack members.

Every powerful man knew that to truly succeed one had to be careful about the people one surrounded himself with. Lloyd didn't care. A report had it that it was his mate who looked out for the pack members.

Greg found it revolting, he is uncomfortable with the word, mate. He could never have one or live his pack in the hands of a female. He only saw them as free sex givers.

Weary of the galore, he was ready to call it a night when the anchor said.

"And on a final note, let's have some closing remarks from Blossom's adorable Luna, Melissa Maurice,"

A wonderful cheer and ovation echoed around the hall. At once, Greg was inquisitive to see the supposed Luna. He watched as she climbed the stage, adorned in a pale green sheath gown that slurped her curvatures and paid tribute to her eyes. He heaved a sigh when he recognized her.

Shit! She looked magnificent and all opinions of devouring any other lady that night disappeared. His wolf began to go wild within him.

Greg wanted her and he didn't care if she was another person's mate and the consequences that could cost. He could go for whatever he wants at the expense of whose odds is god.

He carefully watched her every single movement, his eyes stunning her body. He barely heard anything that she had said.

When she was done addressing the crowd, she went through the backstage. Greg couldn't hold it, immediately got to his feet, and trailed her scent until he found her in the dressing room behind the stage.

He crept up on her. She didn't notice him because she was too busy crying. He sighed in irritation; there was nothing he hated more than weaklings.

"We will meet again," he roared. She jumped back, her hazel eyes protruding out. On recognizing him, pain flashed through her eyes.

"Y-you," She sputtered, clutching her breasts.

Greg sucked his teeth. Was she intentionally seducing him, on realizing that he was also the notorious Alpha of Shadow Moon Pack?

She gasped, and fear pooled out of her pores. Greg chuckled at Shadowy, reveling in her fear.

"You're as ruthless as they say." She sneered, getting to her feet.

Greg growled, he hated the frustration and hatred for him that flashed in her eyes. He was aroused but she wasn't. She appeared to despise him.

Deafening again, he grasped her into his arms, his mouth spontaneously found his mark above her chest and touched it; her breath ceased for a moment.

He giggled, "You're coming home with me."

"Never," She responded, her breath heavy, her eyes trembling open and close. "This is my pack. I'm Luna."

Greg Sneered,

"We shall see." He said, letting go of her. He was astonishingly pleased as the scent of her awakening swarmed the room as he returned to his place in the packed hall.

Following her resistance towards him, he had come up with a modest plan. Approximately after the event was over, he was going to bargain for her with Lloyd and if he declined him, he was going to bring hell to Blossom. Luna or not, she was his, and we are his stand.

When he got her, he was going to use every means to break the spell she had over him.

The presence of Alpha Greg was disturbing to Melissa since she didn't appreciate it when someone walked towards her without notice.

Instantaneously after Alpha Greg left, Melissa gradually fell to the ground, trembling and guzzling in the air. That was the most intense moment of her life. What the hell did that ungodly good-looking man have over her? Why was her body melting under his touch and gaze even after he had said the worst words anyone had said to her in a long time?

"Taking some breaths both in and out," she puffed, blowing her burning face. He also made the most ridiculous statement she had heard in a while. What did he mean by that statement 'she was going home with him?'

He may be an Alpha, the most brutal Alpha known to the werewolf world, but Lloyd was her mate. Despite the reproachful conduct he was giving her, she was still his. They were destined mates.

"Just breathe," she mumbled to herself and placed her hands on her thrashing heart to calm it.

She couldn't comprehend why, notwithstanding all the promising words and views she was giving to herself, she still felt afraid. Her body shivered, her heart battered within her chest, and how her wolf was going crazy in her unconscious.

"There she is," an unknown voice murmured, as the door of her dressing room was thrown open. She was taken aback by this unexpectedness and moved a bit far away from the door.

"Would you let me know where you have been? Are you not aware that Alpha Lloyd has been looking for you all over the residence? Have you now failed to recall your duties as Luna of Blossom?"

Melissa freed a breath she didn't know she was holding and gathered herself to her feet. She then looked at her impostor for the first time and it was one of the Omegas Lloyd had been with.

Melissa moved her eyes, and then glared at her replication in the mirror, play-acting to ignore the young miss.

"Idiot, are you paying attention to me? Are you deaf or are you dumb? Alpha Lloyd has demanded that you be at his side instantly. And you are disregarding me!" She fumed.

Ridiculing, Melissa continued to pretend like she was regulating her face.

The young werewolf roared, "You're cocky, huh? You are cocky because you know I can't do anything to you right now. Well, watch what happens after the party."

With that, she stomped out of Melissa's dressing room and banged the door close. It took Melissa a whole lot of self-control to keep herself from bursting into laughter. She always loved placing the disgusting slips in their spaces, even though she understood the consequences would be terrible.

She chose not to worry about that now and even overlooked Lloyd. She allowed herself to fall onto the comfy couch in her dressing room and then puff out.

The past few days had been total ecstasy for her. Lloyd had been too busy with his grand get-together and she had been loitering in the shadows and avoiding him completely.

"Ugh," she squealed. "All this will be over when that brutal Alpha Greg returns to his pack."

She massaged her temples with her eyes shut, wishing that, by some miracle, something would happen and extend his stay. At least that way, she would have a couple more days of freedom. At the thought of Alpha Greg, a cool shiver snaked up her spine, causing her to sit upright instantly.

Why was the mere thought of him making her body react like that? She laughed grimly as she remembered his intimidations. He was not only impolite and terrific but also out of his mind.

Why would a normal-thinking person believe or even pretend to take away the Luna of a pack? It was hysterical and if she hadn't been so pissed off at him, she would have giggled tougher. Her ears were able to pick up the sound of thundering footsteps heading toward the dressing room and she jumped to her feet immediately.

"Melissa!" Lloyd roared, throwing open the door, "Are you silly? What the hell are you doing in here after I sent for you about an hour ago?"

Melissa's eyes went around with dread. Her heartbeat became unbalanced and her breathing became labored.

"I-I," she stuttered, shifting slowly until she was leaning on the dresser.

Lloyd sneered, the veins on his neck looked like they were about to bust open. He balled his fists, pushed away the chair in front of her, and snarled at her.

"What audacity do you have to ignore me, you stupid girl? How dare you disdain me! How many times do I have to warn you about your disregard for me? Do you think I will not find out?

The girl I sent to you told me the whole thing. You called her names, you disobeyed me, and you dared to stand here and stare at me in the eyes!" he screamed before closing the gap between them.

"I see you've arisen to grow wings again. Because I've been busy for the past few days, do you think you are now free? Have you forgotten your place so soon? Have you forgotten how you came here? Irrational bigot!"

Melissa could barely breathe. Her fingernails dug into her palms as she fisted them. Sweat broke out from her forehead and her legs shivered underneath her.

"I'm sorry," she grumbled, her hands flying to her quivering lips.

Lloyd laughed maniacally; his eyes flew from gold back to their normal color.

"I could see that you should win a reward for best in play-acting, swine!" He swung his arms and gave her a weighty slap that sent her hitting into the mirror behind her.

"The next time I call you, you attend my call!" He knotted, beating her again before she could recover.

This time around she fell to the floor crying. A rupture of hurt ragged through her body. Her eyes began rotating and she curled up as stinging tears seeped out of her eyes.

"I would have dispensed with you terribly if not for the party!" He puffed, and sweat dribbled out from his face. "Get the fuck up from the floor, clean yourself up, and join me at my table!"

With that, he stormed off. As soon as the door closed, Melissa broke into silent tears. Her wolf raged within her. She tried getting to her feet but fell back to the floor. The door swung open again and a couple of chitterling Omegas came in. Approximately when they saw her sprawling on the floor, they laughed hilariously.

"I am not surprised that he was going to deal with her rightly," one ridiculed, "Come on, get up bitch." Another one said as they pulled her up and discarded her on the upholstery.

"Ugh, I hate this, why do we always have to be the ones to clean her up?" Another one complained.

"Shut up and let's do this."

Melissa winced as they dabbed and cleaned the cuts on the visible parts of her body, and then forcefully applied makeup to conceal the healing wounds. Irritation and agony teemed within her, but she sat stiff as they worked on her body

.

"Stupid thing, always making us go through rubbish," one said, universally stabbing the wound on her arm.

Melissa let out a soft moan and snatched her arm away from her. Her eyes were turning black and red again. Melissa's wolf fought for control because Lloyd wasn't nearby.

She bared her teeth at the Omega, releasing a low growl that made the girl jump back. No matter what, she was still the Alpha's mate and Luna of Blossom, so even if Lloyd preserved her like shit, she still had power over them.

At the sound of her growl, they all stepped back and stared wide-eyed at her. Melissa's wolf fed into the fear oozing out from their bodies. It is reinforced, and soon, it gives way to control out of Melissa's grasp.

Melissa matted, clutching her bruised arm. Her wolf gazed at each Omega from its red and black eyes. This was the first time it had been in control in a long time. Lloyd had always made sure to compel it to stand down. It wanted blood. It wanted to tear out the skins of the stupid Omegas.

It wanted to escape and run free into the forests.

Knowing what would happen and the consequences it would bring, Melissa struggled to regain control.

"You get out of here!!" She growled, banging her hands on the dresser as she shook her head to push her wolf back in and take control.

The girls hobbled out of the dressing room, shivering like drenched dogs. As soon as the door closed, Melissa leaned back into the chair and exhaled.

Her heart began beating in her chest. If she didn't follow suit immediately, they would report her to Lloyd and she would collect a worse penalty.

With an effort she pushed herself up, almost losing her balance. As soon as she tried to move her feet, pain shot up her leg.

"Fuck," she hissed, closing her eyes and leaning onto the dresser, as the intense aching pounded in her left leg. She pried open one of her eyes to inspect the leg.

"Fuck," She murmured again, knowing that she needed to move quickly. Piercing her lips slowly, she took another step and let out a penetrating scream.

She imbibed in more air as the agony moved onto her chest and cuddled it. In a few minutes, she normalized her breathing and was able to take another step toward the door.

Every step she took hurt more than the one before, but she pushed forward, hobbling until she held onto the door knob.

Taking a deep breath, she twisted the door and allowed her face to slip into that of quiet, impeccable, earmarked, and pleased Luna.

Although her mind was about to detonate; she steered through the corridors until she got to the main hall and located Lloyd's table.

Getting closer to him, anger lashed in her chest. There, he was amused and excited by the members of the Shadow Moon Pack after beating her up. The worst part of her situation was to smile and pretend to be Luna of Blossom when she was worse than a slave.

"So tell me, Lloyd, how do you keep your enemies at bay? Do you sign accords with one and all?" A familiar voice asked.

Melissa stopped in her trajectories and held her breath. Her senses began raucous horns as Alpha Greg suddenly turned up beside Lloyd, with animosity lustrous in his eyes.

Melissa saw Lloyd's expression at his question. It was a trick question as well as an insult. Lloyd's eyes hastily swept through the room in search of a quick escape. Weakling. Melissa pondered.

"Oh, there she is!" Lloyd cooed, standing up, drawing her into his arms, and fiercely kissing her. His lumpy arms pierced into the wounds he had created earlier, causing her to whimper, but that wasn't the only thing Melissa noted.

Why did Lloyd's kiss rebuff her so much? He was her mate, and despite the cruel handling she had received from him all this while, her body always desired his touch.

Then why did a certain man flash in her mind as her mate rough-handled her all in the name of being sold to him? Why had she felt the eyes of that certain man tedious into her skin as she held her mate?

To some degree, something appears not to be in order.