SCARLETT

"Ouch!."

And then he released my hair, making me face the bed, and then I felt his manhood inside my hole as he began to drill me, our flesh clapping together loudly as my mouth was opened wide, screaming in pleasure and lust. I have never had such a big cock all my entire life. That is one of the major reasons why I love him.

"Alpha John ... mmmm ..."

I screamed as I grabbed his balls tightly; he continued hitting me with a rhythm that made me feel the pain. It felt like he was on a mission to shift my womb and at the same time the sweetness all over my body.

This is what I face every five days in a week. I'm not complaining, ooo gods, the cock, jeez!. Moreover, I'm not in the position to do so. He had every right to my body as my Alpha since that's the only way I could keep him closer to me.

But this one was different; all back shots were very painful, but I loved it. Rough mating has always been my fantasy. He grabbed my a*s and continued as he took his belt from his bed and stuffed it in my mouth.

He gave me a lot of spanks on my butt again, and then I collapsed on the bed, tears running down my eyes as I slowly wiped them up with my bare hands.

I began to breathe heavily, with my eyes closed. Goddess, this was to me the most intensive sex I have ever had. I ran my eyes over my sexy alpha's body, who was putting on his pants.

"Fucking sweet lady," he came closer to me and grabbed my hair and gave me a kiss.

"Did you enjoy it?" He asked with a stern face. I did enjoy it, but the truth was that my legs . I felt paralyzed on the bed, but then I smiled. I don't know what he would do to me if I said those things.

"Yes, my Alpha."

I was about to kiss his hand, but he quickly pulled it away and stood up from the bed. A look of disgust was on his face.

My heart sank in hurt and embarrassment. I wonder when he will give me a smile and a peck on my forehead, telling me that he loves me. He has never said those words to me.

Sad, I stood up from the bed, about to pick up my dress from the floor before I heard those words I had been anticipating all along....

"I Alpha John Matthew, I reject you, Scarlett Hilary, as my mate and Luna, hereby severing any ties with you."

Everything I was experiencing at the time abruptly stopped. I slowly raised my head as I tried to understand what he had just said.

My body protested as I lifted my weight onto the edge of the bed, and I let out a sharp wince.

What was he saying? Refusal?

In my chest, my heart sank like a stone. My eyes widened in shock as I looked up at him. As soon as he finished speaking, my legs began to tremble, making it impossible for me to even stand upright. My knees became weak.

"Alpa John... My voice trembled as I managed to whisper. "You heard me." His tone was harsh and abrasive as he abruptly interrupted.

I shook my head in shock and mustered the strength to straighten up.

I noticed the tight lines on his forehead and the way his jaw tightened as I looked up at him. He took it very seriously. But why?

Standing by the window, he grabbed his shirt off the bed and put it on. His shirt's material contrasted with the gentle light coming in as his back was turned against me.

"Please, don't do this! After all we have shared? Without you, I can't survive! With tears streaming down my cheeks, I begged, my voice faltering.

My body shook as I locked my gaze onto him.

With a smirk curling at the corners of his lips, he responded, "Well, that's for you to figure out." His indifference was more profound than words as he turned slightly away and adjusted his wristwatch. He seemed indifferent to my emotions or the impact of his rejection.

Everything around me began to fade, the world blurring. I was suffocating in the well-ventilated room myself, fingers digging into my sides as if to hold together the piece of my breaking heart.

"No...No... "I'm not going to accept your rejection," I pleaded, desperation filling my voice, which came out barely above a whisper. I took a step towards him as I searched his face for any sign of softness. "You have to tell me what this is all about. What did I do? What happened? Why all of a sudden?"

John hissed as he passed his temples, like I was talking trash and he wanted me to shut up at that moment.

"You and I know for a fact that I never loved you, and I mercifully accepted to remain your mate out of pity, because of my dad, Alpa Edward, who made this relationship work.Or else I would have rejected you that very day."

Every single word he uttered hit me like a slap. My heart raced, and I felt the color drain from my face.

I staggered back slightly, disbelief etched across my features.

I couldn't fathom that his father was behind this. Memories flooded my mind-Alpha Edward, with his warm smile and kind eyes, always treating me with sympathy, never once judged my status. He was the only one genuinely happy when he learned his son had a mate and didn't care if I was a slave.

The contrast between the kindness I'd received from him and John's cold words felt like a cruel betrayal.

So the only reason he accepted to be my mate was because his father made him accept me? Nothing else?.

My lips parted in shock, but no words came out. I felt my breath hitch in my throat, a lump forming as I fought back tears.

"The divorce papers will be ready between now and tomorrow, and you can continue living in the slave quarters since that's where you belong anyway." So don't worry, I won't throw you out of the pack."

His cold words sliced through the air and wrapped around me, freezing me. I stood frozen, my heart pounding in my chest, as I searched his face for any hint of compassion.

But he avoided my gaze, focused instead on a distant point, as if the pain in my eyes didn't exist. My hands trembled at my sides, and I felt a knot tighten in my throat, threatening to choke me.

"A divorce? What?" I repeated his words. He couldn't be serious, could he? As he turned to leave, panic surged within me. I dropped to my knees, grasping his leg tightly, my fingers trembling as fresh tears streamed down my cheeks.

"I love you, I love you so much, Alpha John! Please...please, I beg you!" My voice cracked."We can make this relationship work somehow; I promise to be a good wife." "Get your hands off me!" he growled, his voice thunderous and cold. The force of his words made me flinch, and I instinctively recoiled, releasing his leg.

My shoulders slumped, and I lowered my gaze, my face burning with shame.

"Isn't it obvious that I'm in love with someone else? Huh?" The words hit me like a punch, and I watched in disbelief as he dropped the bombshell.

He shook his head in frustration, his jaw tightening as he stormed out of the room.

What does he mean by that? In love with someone else? How? Who was it?

I couldn't believe my ears. There's no way that could be true, right?

I slowly brought my shaky hands to my face, wiping away the tears that streamed down my cheeks.

I fought against the urge to sob, knowing that the pain was just beginning to settle in.

Sniffling, I stood up and took a hesitant step forward. I couldn't comprehend how life had spiraled so drastically. Did he truly think I wasn't sure enough for him? I had given him everything I could offer-cooked for him, cleaned for him, and devoted myself to him in every way I could.

What else was I supposed to do again?

He had to tell me. I would do anything to be enough for him.

I couldn't let him go for another girl; the idea was unbearable for me.

Men!!!

SCARLETT

As I stepped outside, it took less than three minutes before I came to an abrupt halt. A strange uproar made me furious.

"Yes, finally!"

"Accept! Accept!! Accept!!!"

"Finally, we will leave a real Luna!"

I sighted a large group of people around me, their voices a chorus of joy, chanting and leaping in celebration as I emerged from the palace.

I forced myself into the crowd, recognizing the familiar faces of pack members, their eyes bright with anticipation.

What was happening?

I moved forward, curious to know what caused such an uproar, but some in the crowd shoved me aside, their expression dismissive as if they didn't see or recognize me as Luna. But I was too used to it to care.

Then, as I pushed through the throng, I caught a glimpse of the scene unfolding ahead. It was a man on his knees, and ...hold up. My heart raced.

There, on his knees, was Alpha John, holding a ring box above his head. The bright smile on his face was radiant, his eyes soft and glowing in a way I had never seen before.

They were fixed on a woman whose mouth fell open in shock-his ex-girlfriend, Maria.

My heart sank like a stone, and the joy surrounding me fell like a cruel joke. I couldn't believe my eyes. He was proposing to her.

As if sinking was not enough, my heart shattered into a million pieces, the sharp pain radiating through my chest as confusion filled me.

I took a step forward, my lips parting to speak, but before I could utter a word, someone from behind shoved me hard. I stumbled, colliding with Maria, and we both tumbled to the floor.

"Ah..."

"Ouch! Alpha John!" Maria cried out, her voice filled with panic as she clutched her stomach, tears running down her cheeks.

I quickly stood up and looked at John, shaking my head while trying to explain my innocence. I instinctively reached out to help her up even though a part of me rejoiced that she really deserved it even though it wasn't intentional.

But suddenly, a scorching slap rang across my face, the impact sending me tumbling to the ground.

Stars danced in my vision as I struggled to process what had just happened to me.

"How dare you try to hurt my Luna?! Do you wish for death?! I looked up to see his eyes blazing with anger, a red hue that sent a chill down my spine.

Fear gripped me as I watched him scoop Maria into his arms, his expression softening as he pressed his lips to hers.

He cuddled her gently, patting her back as she wept, her tears spilling onto his shirt. Never had John raised a hand against me, except when we were intimate and he did it for the fun of it.

But now, he was showing this sweet side of himself for her-his childhood lover, the very woman he had assured me was nothing more than a business partner.

So all this while he had been cheating on me. He had been lying to me.

The pain turned into anger as I immediately sparked, "You betrayed me!" You fucking betrayed me, John! So this is why you rejected me? What have I ever done to deserve this?

I cried out loud as tears blurred my vision. Everyone in the crowd watched the scenario going on, but I didn't care about them. I am so broken right now to think of hundreds of people watching me. Whatever, let them watch. I am a slave to them, a curse and forbidden to them. I have no worth in their sight.

"Is she sick or something?" One voice whispered, filled with disdain.

"She is being delusional," another chimed in. They can never keep their mouths shut, bunch of fools, parrots.

"She deserves death for these accusations!" someone shouted, their words slicing through my heart.

They were all directed towards me, but I barely registered their taunt; my focus remained on John.

All I could see was him, the man I once thought would be mine forever.

However, Alpha John completely ignored me, his gaze locked onto Maria as if I were invisible. It felt like I was speaking to myself.

I could only watch, paralyzed, as he slipped the ring onto her finger.

A collective gasp erupted from the crowd, followed by a chorus of cheers and jubilation. Screams that pierced the air like a newly sharpened knife. I caught snippets of harsh whispers directed at me; each word raised the adrenaline in me.

I looked at the glistening diamond ring in the sunlight. I had once seen that ring before in his cupboard. It was the same ring I had admired, and when I had asked him about it, he told me it was a prop for an advertisement.

I mean, I get it all now. He had secured that precious ring for his ex-girlfriend Maria. What a big fool, pain flooded my heart.

I never had any worth to him. I was brought into his life like a parcel, into his life because of his father, and now that he's dead, I am just like things to him.

"Oh, so you thought our great Alpha John was going to choose a dirty sex slave over his beautiful girlfriend, right?" You must be a great fool.

A lady from the crowd yelled out, her voice dripping with mockery as everyone began to laugh cruelly, like she cracked a funny joke. If shame were a person, I would have been his mother.

My hands clenched into tight fists at my sides, the anger boiling inside of me as I watched them embrace.

"Ah...Ah..." Maria suddenly cried out, her face contorting in distress. She pressed her hands against her stomach, her eyes wide with feigned panic.

"Our baby, Alpha! I feel pain in my

Yummy! She wailed, her voice rising in pitch, drawing even more attention.

A baby? The words echoed in my mind, sending shock through me.

She's PREGNANT?

SCARLETT

Like a dagger pointed at my heart, the word lingered in the air. expecting a child. The voices around me faded into a muffled hum, and for a moment it felt like the entire world was tilting on its axis. My breath caught, my chest constricted, and I stumbled backward as though the weight of that one word alone would have crushed me to the ground.

"She's carrying my pup," John's voice thundered proudly above the roar of the crowd, his words slicing through me like a silver blade. His face once the rare home of fleeting warmth for me was now glowing with pride, his lips curved in a smile I had never earned, not even in our most intimate moments.

A raw cry tore from my throat before I could stop it. "No... no, this isn't real." My vision blurred with tears, my legs trembling as I looked from John to Maria, who clutched her stomach and leaned into his embrace like the perfect damsel in distress. Her eyes flickered briefly to me mocking, triumphant and I understood. This was no accident. She wanted me destroyed, and she had succeeded.

The pack roared with approval. Cheers, laughter, joyous cries that mocked my misery. The people I was supposed to lead as Luna rejoiced in my downfall.

"She's carrying the true heir!" someone shouted.

"The goddess has blessed our Alpha!" another cried.

"And cursed that slave he was forced to mate!" came a cruel voice from the back, met with the thunder of agreement.

I wanted to scream. To tell them that I was Luna, that I bore the mark of the Moon Goddess herself when she bound me to John. But what was the use? To them, I was nothing. Less than nothing. A slave wearing a Luna's crown that never truly fit.

My knees buckled. The stones beneath me bit into my skin as I fell, my palms scraping against the rough ground. I didn't care. Pain in my body was nothing compared to the agony ripping my soul apart.

"John," I whispered, lifting my tear-streaked face toward him. He didn't look at me. Not once. His entire being was centered on Maria. His hands stroked her hair, his lips pressed against her forehead in a gesture of tenderness I had begged for, dreamed of, and never received.

I wanted to crawl forward, to beg, to scream until he remembered me. But my body wouldn't move. My voice was lost in the sea of celebration.

And then I heard her voice. Soft. Sweet. Poison wrapped in honey.

"She tried to hurt me, John... she pushed me. What if something happens to our baby?" Maria's words dripped with false fear as she clung tighter to him.

My head snapped up, my eyes wide with disbelief. "That's a lie!" I screamed, my voice hoarse and desperate. "I didn't-"

But before the truth could spill, his hand cracked across my cheek. The sound echoed louder than the crowd, louder than my own heartbeat. I fell sideways onto the ground, my vision swimming as my ears rang.

The world tilted again. My face burned. My dignity, my soul, my very existence felt shattered beneath that slap.

"Dare to harm her or my child again, and I will rip you apart myself!" John's growl vibrated through the air, final and merciless.

Gasps rippled through the crowd. Some sneered at me, others shook their heads as if I were the filth they'd always believed. Their eyes stabbed into me, each glance a reminder that I had no place here.

Something inside me cracked.

Tears stung, but I resisted allowing them to witness my continued breakdown. I pushed myself up slowly, my cheek throbbing from his hand, my pride bleeding out on the ground. My legs trembled, but I stood. Even if I was broken, even if my heart was in pieces, I wouldn't kneel before them anymore.

My lips quivered as I whispered, "The Moon Goddess chose me as your mate, John. Whether you deny me, betray me, or strike me... I will always be your Luna. But know this-" my voice wavered, then steadied, sharp as shattered glass, "-one day, you will regret this."

A hush fell for just a moment, the words cutting through the madness.

John's eyes finally met mine. For a fleeting second, I thought I saw something there hesitation? Doubt? No. It was gone as quickly as it came. He pulled Maria closer, shielding her with his body as though I were a threat instead of the woman the Moon herself had tied him to.

"You're no Luna of mine," he spat. His words were a death sentence. "From this moment on, you are nothing but a slave. And when the sun rises tomorrow, your place will be in the quarters where you belong. Step out of line, Scarlett, and I won't hesitate to end you."

Gasps rippled through the pack once more, but this time no one objected. Not one person stood for me. Not even those I had once called friends among the servants.

I felt cold. Empty. My body moved on its own, turning away from them, walking back through the crowd that parted with mocking smiles and whispers. Each step felt heavier than the last. My head spun, my body screamed to collapse, but I didn't let them see it. I wouldn't give them that satisfaction.

Behind me, the cheers resumed, loud and thunderous, celebrating Maria's supposed pregnancy and my downfall. The sound chased me like a storm as I slipped away into the shadows of the pack house.

By the time I reached the solitude of the slave quarters, my chest heaved with sobs I could no longer hold back. I collapsed onto the straw bed that had once been mine before John had taken me into his mansion. Full circle. Back to nothing.

I pressed a trembling hand against my chest. The mate bond pulsed faintly still, fragile but unbroken. The Moon Goddess had bound me to him, but John had shattered it with betrayal. I could feel the crack, the agony tearing me apart from the inside.

My tears soaked the thin blanket beneath me as I curled into myself. Alone. Rejected. Betrayed.

Yet, even through the haze of pain, a small ember sparked within me.

I had lost everything tonight my title, my dignity, the man I had loved beyond reason. But I was still breathing. And as long as I lived, the story wasn't over.

I didn't know how, or when, but I swore on the Goddess herself... one day, they would all regret underestimating me.