Rhea's POV

　　I woke the next day with an aching groin, the sun from outside my window was reflecting rays inside the room making it a bit brighter. I was sprawling on the floor of the room with a sharp pain between my thighs and my vaginal. 

　　I didn't remember what happened last night though the only thing I was able to recall was losing consciousness. So I swiveled to stare at Mercy who was sitting beside me on the same floor. I can see tears in hers, the pain lurking around there. 

　　"Hey..." the word came out more like a whisper, on noticing my gaze she instantly wiped away the tears in her eyes and put on a smile on them.

　　"You're awake, Luna," she turned to look at me, giving me a smile that doesn't match the pain in her eyes. 

　　"Why are you here?" Instead of the question in my mind, this slipped out of my lips. 

　　"It hasn't been long since I entered and found you like this," she said, fighting back the urge of breaking down.

　　Sighing, I stared down at myself, confused about what was happening. The only thing covering me was my white duvet that was sprayed on top of my body. Underneath it, I wasn't wearing anything like I was naked!!! I took a quick glimpse around the room and saw the clothes that I wore yesterday to the party were all torn and scattered all over the place. There were bloodstains around the floors of my room but what got my attention was the one visible on the duvet that sprang around my body. 

　　With the little strength that I could muster, I placed my two palms on the floor and struggled to sit upright. I winced at the sharp pain around my waist, especially my vaginal. Mercy rushed forward and held me, helping me to sit. Resting my head on the wall for support, I determined to know the meaning of all this, looking at Mercy she doesn't want to talk, I believe that the next word that will leave her lips might be a sob so I left her to it and decided to have a look by myself. 

　　Holding the fabric, I slowly started pushing it aside, afraid of what I might see. Mercy is wriggling her head, begging me with tears stalked in her eyes to stop, and that only makes me curious.

　　Bringing my head up, my eye flickered at the wall mirror and I cringed, my makeup was smudged and was all over my face. Bruises around my neck and shoulder and this makes me forcefully yanked the duvet off me.

　　What's this?! Why am I bleeding, was I raped? Tears suddenly formed in my eyes but none was trailing down my face, my soul was bleeding and filled with so much bruises.

　　There were bruises and fingerprints visible around my thighs, I can feel my sticky blood and his semen all stained around my inner thighs. The tear around my vaginal told me that he used me like an animal... And here I am dumped on the floor like a piece of trash. 

　　I was raped by my own husband and the person that calls himself my mate! No, this is worse than I expected. I can hear the silent sobs of Mercy beside me but I lean my head against the wall, tears brimming my eyes but none were ready to roll down my face. My eyes were frosty as I sat there mutely not saying a thing. 

　　He has taken everything away from me, is this what we called mate or marriage? Nobody deserves this, not even my worst enemy on earth. I thought that I'm stronger but no he had broken me, he had pieces and shattered me. He has taken the only thing that I have in this world forcefully... My virginity and now he is done with me. 

　　Don't cry, Rhea, suppress your tears. Remember your vow never to shed another tear for him.

　　"Fetch the pack doctor," I instructed without sparing a glance in her direction. My mind and gaze remained fixed on the opposing wall, where the vivid image of my anguish played out.

　　"I'm sorry, my Luna," Mercy broke down, her voice filled with sorrow. "The Alpha has forbidden you from leaving your room and receiving any medical attention."

　　I swallowed hard, determined not to let tears escape. Is this the essence of love? Is this the enchanting moment that the bond of marriage and mateship brings? If so, I want no part of it...

　　Turning to Mercy, I murmured, "Leave me. I need to be alone."

　　"Huh, Luna..."

　　"Leave!" I snapped, my voice resonating with an edge of desperation. She hastily retreated from the room. I let out a heavy sigh and pressed myself against the wall. The only day that rivals the wretchedness of my existence is the day I lost my parents, the day I was thrust into this chaotic existence. That's when my pain truly began.

　　A bitter smile played upon my lips as I tilted my head to the side. Perhaps I must relinquish any hope of experiencing love someday. Perhaps I must stop believing in the deceiving allure of those four-lettered words—"Love"—for it is abundantly clear that someone like me will never taste its sweetness.

　　Tonight, everything within me has perished, and I must accept my grim fate.