I heard the sound of footsteps. The pack had arrived. I was still holding Aria against the wall, my claws digging into her throat. But as the pack surrounded us, Aria's face changed. She looked like she was in pain. She started whining and begging for mercy.

"Please, Luna, don't hurt me!" Aria cried. "I didn't mean to hurt you. Ryker was just trying to move on with his life."

I was shocked. Aria was acting like I was the villain. I quickly withdrew my hand, but it was too late. The pack had already seen me attacking Aria.

Aria sniffled and looked up at me with fake tears in her eyes. "She's jealous because I mated with Ryker," she said. "She can't accept that he has moved on with his life."

The pack started growling and snarling at me, their eyes filled with anger. I realized that Aria had framed me, and the pack had fallen for it.

"No, that's not what happened!" I protested. "Aria, tell them the truth!"

But Aria just shook her head and continued to play the victim. "No, Luna, I won't cover for you this time. You need to face the consequences of your actions."

She continued crying as if I had been the one to start all this and not them.

Ryker, who had been standing beside us, suddenly pushed me to the ground, hurting my already wounded body. He held Aria close, shielding her from me as if I was a threat.

"Luna, stop! Leave her alone!" Ryker shouted, his voice full of fake concern. "You're so consumed by jealousy, you can't even see reason!"

Aria joined in, her voice dripping with venom. "Yes, Luna, you're so pathetic. You can't stand the fact that Ryker chose me over you!"

The pack members, fueled by their misplaced anger, started picking up stones and hurling them at me. "Traitor!" they shouted. "Murderer!"

I curled up on the ground, trying to protect myself from the hail of stones. But they kept coming, hitting me with rock after rock. I felt a sharp pain in my side.

I was shocked and angry. How could Aria do this to me? I thought we were friends in the past but now I realized she was just using me to get what she wanted.

I realized that Aria had provoked me on purpose, trying to make me snap. And it worked. The pack was now convinced that I was a monster, a jealous and violent wolf who couldn't control my emotions.

My eyes widened as I understood the truth. Ryker had used the mind link to summon the pack to the grounds. The pack's vicious words were their own, spoken out loud with venom and malice.

"You're a disgrace to our kind!" one of the pack members growled, spitting on the ground at my feet.

"You're a traitor and a murderer!" another snarled at me, venom dripping , their eyes blazing with anger.

The pack's verbal attack on me continued, each word more hurtful than the last. "You're not worthy of being a wolf... Ryker is better off with Aria... You're a cheat and a liar..."

"Look at her cheater, wh*re , sleeping with the rival pack just for money. Ryker revealed your truth"

My heart raced as I tried to defend herself against the pack's cruelty, but their words cut deep.

Just then Alpha Thane arrived.

Alpha Thane's presence commanded silence, his handsome features now twisted in cruelty. His eyes gazed at me with disgust, his voice firm.

"Enough, Luna Nightingale. You have been found guilty of attempted murder. Your punishment is banishment."

But before Thane could continue, Ryker stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with malice. "Wait, Alpha. We have unfinished business."

My heart sank, my hate for Ryker burning brighter than ever. What could he possibly want now?

Ryker's smile grew wider as he spoke the words that would shatter my heart. "I, Ryker Flynn, Beta of Nightwalkers pack, reject you, Luna Nightingale, as my mate. I sever this bond."

Pain ripped through me like a knife, my heart feeling like it had been torn apart. My soul shattered into a million pieces. The pack prison had been a mere preparation for this agony.

Ryker's smug expression seemed to light up the darkness, his eyes gleaming with triumph. I felt a scream building in my throat, but it remained trapped, unable to escape. I was frozen in pain, my world shattered by Ryker's cruel words.

The mark on my shoulder, the one that had started to fade in the prison, began to burn again.

I felt a searing pain as Ryker's eyes locked onto mine, his smile growing wider. Before I could even react, he grabbed Aria and marked her right on the shoulder, his eyes never leaving mine.

I screamed, buckling in pain as if the mark was being ripped away from me. My vision blurred, tears streaming down my face as I looked up at the pack. Their smug smiles seemed to mock me, their eyes gleaming with triumph.

Ryker's grip on Aria tightened, his mark on her shoulder a clear declaration of his new mate . I felt a piece of me die, my heart shattered into a million pieces. The pain was unbearable, my soul screaming in agony. I was left with nothing but the bitter taste of rejection and betrayal.

"Why?" I whispered, my voice barely audible.

Celeste, my wolf, stirred within me, her presence evident in my eyes. "I accept your rejection," she growled, her voice low and menacing.

Ryker's sneer cut deep, but Celeste's words were a declaration of our independence. She receded back, allowing me to take control once more.

Aria walked up to me, her hair conveniently shifted to showcase her new mark. But instead of gloating, she revealed a shocking truth "Ryker only used you to escape his punishment, Luna. I'm the one he loves." "From the beginning".

I expected to feel pain, but instead, I felt numb. My heart wasvoid, empty of emotions. I took up my bag, my eyes scanning the crowd for Caspian, my brother. But when our eyes met, he stood like a statue, looking at me like a stranger.

I laughed, a psychopathic cackle that sent shivers down my own spine. I continued to laugh and cry, not knowing how to feel. The pack members booed me as I walked towards the pack borders, their jeers and insults fading into the background.

As I reached the pack borders, I stopped. Then I looked back at the place I once considered my home. Even though it was never really home.

As I locked eyes with my brother once again, I was reminded of the times when it was only the two of us. Now he despises me.

Never in those five years I spent in the prison did he come to visit me. I was hurt but now it had become a regular occurrence that I was no longer shaken by it.

Then I moved, one leg at a time until I was at the other side of the pack. Outside of the Nightwalkers territory. The moment I set my foot outside the pack, I cut all ties with the pack " I Luna Nightingale cut all ties with The Nightwalkers Pack and hereby declare myself rogue. " I felt the link snapping and I could feel the load being taken from my shoulders. My next concern were rogues. There was no mercy when it came to them. It was kill or be killed.

I walked further into the forest trying to conserve the little energy I had left . I knew I would not be able to last for too long . The wolfsbane or even the lack of wolfsbane was taking its toll on my body.

Five years spent on a regular dose of wolfsbane had done that to me. It was like my body had gotten used to it and also not used to it at the same time. I barely functioned as a wolf anymore.

I was brought out of my thoughts by a sound. The snapping of a twig.. Then I looked around. I did not notice that I had moved a long distance from the pack. I could no longer see the pack. These parts of the forests were unknown to me.

I called out to Celeste , rousing her from her retreat. She also felt what I felt , a presence or many even. Goose bumps filled my arms as Celeste became alert.

I moved forward from my position . My footsteps hastened . I knew that the presence around me were rogues . I smelt them . Celeste began to growl in my head. They were danger through and through.

Then they appeared. They did not look exactly like rogues but their smell gave them away.

There were three of them. One with shaggy blonde hair. Another with dark hair and dark eyes that seemed soulless. The last one had a scar running down his face from his eyes. Afraid they would kill me, I backed away looking for a chance to escape even if it was a small one.

The tall blond one , sensing my intentions said, " Don't run, little girl, we don't bite. If you run we will catch you".

The other dark eyed one said to the one with a scar " She looks a bit good, a bit of washing and make up would do the trick on her. " " Boss will pay extra for her". The scarred rogue grunted and nodded in response.

They began to move towards me with sneers on their faces. I turned back and ran as fast as my leg could carry me. As I ran, Celeste took over, shifting in the process, my bag long forgotten.

I could hear their footsteps behind me, my legs were tired from running. My physique weak.

The trees cutting me on my arms. As I scanned the forest for any hiding place , I made a mistake.

I stopped. Then I felt a pinch at my neck. The everything went black.

Chapter 7: Sold to the Highest Bidder**

The darkness was suffocating. It pressed against me from all sides, making it impossible to know where I was. My body ached, especially my neck where I had felt the sting before everything went black. Slowly, the world started to come into focus. My head pounded, and a dull pain throbbed behind my eyes. I tried to move, but something cold and heavy bit into my wrists. Chains.

Panic surged through me as I realized I was bound. My heart raced, and I struggled to free myself, but the chains only rattled with each attempt, mocking my efforts. I forced myself to stop and take deep breaths, trying to calm the wild beating of my heart.

"Celeste," I called out weakly, reaching for my wolf. But she was silent, too weak to respond after the chase and whatever had been injected into me. I was on my own.

As my eyes adjusted to the dim light, I could make out the outlines of other figures in the darkness. I wasn't alone. The sound of shallow breathing and quiet sobs filled the small, enclosed space. Other girls, just like me, chained and scared.

One of them, a girl with matted brown hair and tear-streaked cheeks, looked up at me. Her eyes were wide with fear, and when she spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper. "They took us... we're going to be sold."

The words sent a chill down my spine. Sold. Like cattle, or property. My blood ran cold as the reality of my situation sank in. I had been captured by rogues, and now they intended to auction me off. I couldn't help but wonder who would want to buy someone like me—a disgraced, broken wolf who had just been banished from her pack.

The door to the room creaked open, and the sound of heavy boots on the wooden floor echoed ominously. A large, burly man with a scar running down his face appeared in the doorway. His eyes were cold and cruel as he surveyed the room, taking in the sight of the girls chained to the walls.

"Get them ready," he growled to someone behind him. "The auction is starting soon."

Two other men stepped into the room, each holding a set of keys. They began unlocking the chains, roughly yanking the girls to their feet. When they reached me, I tried to resist, but a sharp tug on the chains around my wrists forced me to comply. My legs were unsteady, and I nearly collapsed when they pulled me upright.

The girls were herded out of the room, one by one. The hallway outside was narrow and dimly lit, the walls lined with crude wooden planks that creaked underfoot. I could hear distant voices and the clinking of coins, growing louder as we were led further into the building.

We were ushered into a larger room that was filled with an oppressive heat. The stench of sweat and unwashed bodies was overwhelming. I glanced around, my heart sinking as I took in the sight of a makeshift stage at the far end of the room. A group of men and women—rogues, by the look of them—were seated around the stage, their eyes gleaming with anticipation.

A tall, thin man with a greasy smile stood on the stage, addressing the crowd. "Welcome, welcome!" he announced, his voice oily and smooth. "We've got a fine selection for you tonight. All strong, healthy, and ready to serve in any way you see fit."

My stomach churned with nausea. This was worse than I had imagined. We were nothing more than merchandise to these people, objects to be bought and sold at their whim.

The first girl was dragged onto the stage, her eyes wide with terror. The bidding began almost immediately, the crowd shouting out numbers with greedy excitement. I tried not to listen, but the sound of their voices was impossible to ignore. Each bid was like a nail being driven into my heart, a reminder that this was my fate now.

One by one, the girls were sold off to the highest bidder. Some went quietly, their spirits already broken. Others struggled and fought, only to be subdued by the guards and dragged away like animals. I clenched my fists, trying to keep my own fear at bay. I couldn't let them see how scared I was. I had to stay strong, had to find a way out of this nightmare.

Finally, it was my turn. The greasy man on the stage grinned as I was pushed forward, his eyes raking over me with an appraising look. "And now, we have something special," he purred, his voice dripping with sleaze. "A fresh capture, straight from the Nightwalkers Pack. A real beauty, and strong too. Just look at her!"

I stood frozen, my heart pounding in my chest. The crowd murmured among themselves, their eyes locked on me with a mix of curiosity and desire. I wanted to disappear, to vanish into thin air and escape this hell. But there was nowhere to go, no way out.

The bidding started, and I felt like I was standing outside of myself, watching as they shouted out numbers, each one higher than the last. The room seemed to close in around me, the air thick with the scent of desperation and greed.

"Sold!" the man on the stage finally declared, his voice cutting through the noise. "To the Alpha King of the Blackwood Pack!"

The room fell silent. My heart skipped a beat. The Alpha King? What did he want with me? A murmur of surprise rippled through the crowd, but no one dared to question the decision.

The man who had bought me stepped forward, his face hidden in the shadows. He was tall and imposing, his presence commanding the attention of everyone in the room. His eyes, dark and intense, locked onto mine as he approached.

For a moment, I felt a flicker of something—fear, curiosity, maybe even hope. But it was quickly snuffed out by the harsh reality of my situation. I had been sold, and now I was at the mercy of the Alpha King.

As I was led away from the auction, I couldn't help but wonder what awaited me in the Blackwood Pack. I had heard stories about the Alpha King—stories of his ruthlessness, his power, and his ability to crush anyone who stood in his way. Would he be just another tormentor, another cruel master who would use and discard me like so many others had? Or was there something more to him, something that I couldn't yet see?

The chains around my wrists clinked softly as I was escorted out of the building and into the cold night air. The stars above twinkled brightly, indifferent to the pain and suffering that had just taken place below. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I glanced back at the building, my mind racing with thoughts of what might come next.

Whatever awaited me in the Blackwood Pack, I knew one thing for certain—I would not go down without a fight. I was Luna Nightingale, and I would survive this. I had to.

The night air felt cold against my skin as I was led out of the auction hall. My mind was still reeling from everything that had just happened. I had been sold like an object, something to be bought and owned. I wanted to scream, to fight back, but my body felt too heavy, too exhausted to resist. Not that I could fight back anyway. The person who had both me was an Alpha , my tiny hits would be brushed off like dust.

As I glanced up, I finally got a clear look at the man who had purchased me. He was tall, with dark hair that seemed almost black under the moonlight. His eyes were intense, a deep shade of blue that made me shiver for reasons I couldn't understand. There was something about him, something that made the air around him feel charged, like a storm was brewing just beneath the surface.

And then it hit me, hard and fast, like a punch to the gut. That feeling—the pull, the unmistakable connection—he was my mate. My second mate. It was almost impossible, something that was supposed to be a legend, a myth. But here he was, standing right in front of me, and I couldn’t deny the bond that tugged at my very soul. My second mate? An occurrence as rare as the Blood moon.

I tried to keep my face neutral, tried to hide the shock and confusion that threatened to overwhelm me. This couldn’t be happening. After everything with Ryker, the betrayal, the rejection, how could the Moon Goddess do this to me? Was this some kind of twisted joke?

He hadn’t said much since buying me, just a few words to the rogues who had been handling me, and now here we were, standing in front of a sleek black car. He opened the door and gestured for me to get inside. My body moved on its own, obeying the silent command even as my mind screamed at me to run, to get away from this stranger who was supposed to be my second chance at love.

But as I slid into the passenger seat, the warmth of the leather against my skin, I couldn’t help but feel the exhaustion creeping up on me. It had been so long since I’d had any real rest, and the stress of the day was starting to take its toll. I wanted to stay alert, to stay on guard, but the comfort of the car was too much. My eyes grew heavy, and despite my best efforts, I felt myself slipping into unconsciousness.

I fought to stay awake, but the fatigue was too strong. As the car started to move, the gentle hum of the engine lulled me further into a daze. I could feel his presence beside me, strong and steady, and for a brief moment, I allowed myself to feel safe, to let my guard down just a little.

But the last thought that crossed my mind before sleep claimed me was that nothing could ever truly be safe for me—not anymore. Not after everything that had happened.

As darkness took over, I was left with one final, lingering thought: Why him? Why now?

What kind of game did the moon goddess decide to play with me again. Have I not suffered enough?

Did she dislike me that much ?

When I finally gave in to sleep, I could still feel the strange bond pulling at me, like a thread connecting my heart to his. But whether it was a blessing or a curse, I couldn’t yet say.

The only thing I knew for sure was that things were about to get even more complicated.