Selene~

“She’s just a slut after all.”

I really could not believe my ears. ‘Me? A slut? If he had not let go of mum, would I have to strip at the club to keep her on life support???’

One of the men broke from the bunch and strode towards me, his heavy boots thudding. My blood ran cold.

“No…” my voice cracked, shaking my head as panic thrummed through me.

I shrank backwards, my wide eyes frantically darting from my father to his Luna, who seemed pleased and relieved that they won’t be taking any of her kids.

‘I’m someone’s kid too!’

The man’s shadow fell over me, and my throat went dry.

“Get up,” he ordered coldly.

I froze.

“No!”

“Don’t send me to them. You can’t do this to me. Father!!” I cried as the man grabbed me. Tears streamed down my face, washing down my makeup.

When I refused to get up, he raised his hand and his palm cracked across my face so that my head snapped left. Hot blood rushed to my neck, and I screamed. I swear I felt a vein cut.

My head began throbbing, more tears gushed down.

I was helpless; I had no strength to fight. Even if I had my wolf, I could never be a match for creatures that shift into two-footed, bigger beasts, unlike us. Talk more of a war-trained lycan.

Even my martial art skills would do nothing.

Slowly, I pushed myself up on my trembling legs, staring at him with fear in my eyes.

“Turn around!” he barked.

My knees grew weak.

Everyone watched in stiff silence, pity mixed with horror in their eyes.

‘She is so dead.’

‘Even their mates weren’t spared. A weak wolfless girl? She definitely won’t survive a night.’

They knew the story. Everyone does— how the Twin Lycan Kings have been mated five times, but all their mates have mysteriously vanished.

No one knows what really happens. Some rumors say they kill their mates. Not one has ever survived. And no one dared question them. And worse, rumors whispered that they sleep with dozens of women every month. Cruel. Insatiable.

With tears washing down my face, I slowly turned around.

Suddenly, he grabbed my butt. A gasp escaped my lips, my teary eyes widening. My ass was half covered, and this man openly squeezed my butt.

I could not believe this was happening to me. I wished the floor would open and swallow me up forever. I could not believe he was touching me that way in front of my so-called family. In front of everyone!

“It’s quite soft,” he murmured out a groan.

I felt so nauseous I gagged. The back of his palm struck my face again.

My tears blurred my vision, my head throbbing painfully. But as if that was not enough, his hands boldly slid across my breasts and grabbed them. And he began fondling them.

‘Whaattt???’ I burst into devastating whimpers.

This bastard squeezed my boobs like he owned them, completely exposing and humiliating me.

And my father? He did not move.

He knelt there like the pathetic, cowardly Alpha he has always been, watching his daughter being assaulted and groped like a whore.

‘How could he?’

I thought today was bad when Brian moaned Ariel’s name right inside me... but I never thought this awaited me.

My father despised me right from birth. My mother, Stacy, the former Luna, has been unconscious since she gave birth to me. And it’s been over nineteen years.

I guess the position of the Luna had to be filled, so he married Elara. Afterwards, he let go of my mum, leaving me to do all kinds of jobs, including fetching wood for pack members and dancing as a stripper at the pack’s club to keep my mother alive.

While my five stepsiblings went to College, I danced for coins. They lived the glorified life as the real Alpha kids, while I was the rejected, cursed, miserable, and worse than an Omega.

“Don’t touch her too much,” another lycan warrior suddenly warned with a sharp tone, walking towards us. “The Lycan kings do not eat after us.”

The man holding me laughed darkly, letting go of my breasts. He finally let me go, but not without trailing his filthy hands down my waist and hips.

“I’m definitely eating this one. She’s sexy as fuck! His stupid eyes lingered on my body.

My skin crawled under his lustful gaze, and I lowered my head, tears and makeup streaking down my cheeks.

I was pale and tired.

‘What is left of me now?’

“Moon goddess, what sin so grievous did I ever commit in my past life to deserve all these?” I whispered.

My wrists were shackled. As the men bundled me like a criminal, my bloodshot eyes locked with my father’s.

I searched for something… anything. Regret, sorrow, remorse… but there was calm and relief, knowing his family was fine.

He did not feel even a little sorry for me.

“Rebel again, Regnar, and we will be coming for your head,” one of the men sneered spitefully at him.

I saw him tremble.

I don’t know many details of my father’s rebellion against Bloodmoon Pack, but he had tried to ally with a Bloodmoon’s enemy pack.

Bloodmoon was the only pack in the world ruled by two— two monstrous demons. Compared to them, we were nothing.

Those men were cruel, feared, respected, worshipped, and downright evil. The kinds that turned Alphas and Lycan Kings into trembling cowards. No pack ever survived a war against them led by those twins. No pack defies them. No one.

But… they protected every pack they governed, every pack that submitted to them.

We were not strong, but we were under Bloodmoon. We used to be protected by them.

Any enemy pack of Bloodmoon was as good as dead. But he dared speak to a Bloodmoon enemy pack and even form an alliance?’

The man who had earlier assaulted me carried me over his left shoulder.

“Why am I the one being scapegoated for your own foolishness, father?” My voice cracked into a scream. Why???!” I yelled as I was hauled away.

He knew I would die.

Just as we were getting to the packhouse entrance, my eyes landed on Luna Elara, clutching the weird pendant of her necklace. It looked like a circle, but it was an incomplete moon, then two outside down triangles crossing inside.

My vision blurred on it, and dizziness hit me.

‘W… what is that?’

The more my eyes were glued to it, the weaker and lighter I felt. My head completely emptied, and I grew dazed as the cold night air hit me.

The moment she slipped it under her blouse, I snapped out. And I realized… ‘Luna Elara is a witch???’

“Let me gooo!!!” Yelling, I began thrashing. But on his shoulder, I was nothing.

‘No one is going to look after my mother.’

“I beg you in the name of the Moon Goddess, please let me go,” I cried.

Still, no one stopped. No one dared to stop them either. No one was saving me.

“I hate you, father!” I shrieked. “I hate you, bloody Alpha!”

His stupid pack members hid in corners and behind walls, watching their Alpha give up his first daughter to die.

“I hope you rebel again, bloody Alpha, so the lycans will come for your head!!”

Unfortunately, I would not live to see that happen. My mother will be all alone... and die.

Getting to their trucks parked outside, the man walked towards one and threw me into the back. My body slammed hard against the cold metal, and my head snapped to the side, barely missing the edge. Pain exploded through my spine all over my body, and a broken cry tore from my throat, tears again flooding my messed-up face.

I stirred, but my body arched too much to move.

The man grabbed a chain.

My eyes widened, and panic coiled in my chest.

“Please, no,” I cried, scrambling backward, my palms uselessly scraping against the metal floor. “I beg you!”

His eyes darkened.

“Take off your top.”

I froze, my breath hooking in my chest. ‘W… what?!’

“You heard me,” his lips twisted into a cruel, predatory sneer. “You think you have a choice, fucking whore? I will fuck you right here and save you the stress. By the time you get to them, you won’t last half a minute under them; you’d be dead. Take off your clothes!”

Terror coursed through my tear-streaked face. “No no no no no…” My head shaking violently, I drew backwards, but he caught my legs and yanked me to himself.

The back of my head struck the truck’s metal floor. I saw stars.

Everything dulled… even sound. I tasted blood. Through my hazed spotting vision, I saw him unbuckle his belt.

‘No!’

My heart hammered so violently like it would rip out. It felt like I was going to faint. ‘Moon Goddess, forgive me, I beg you. Don’t let this happen to me.’

A hand suddenly clamped around his arm.

“Enough,” the voice snapped. “I told you the Lycan Kings fuck her first. If she survives, they pass her to us. She’ll be ours to fuck afterwards. That’s how it’s done.”

Cold dread tore through, my chest rising and falling heavily.

‘My wolf, if I have you anywhere inside me, now is the time. Wake up, please. Don’t let them have their way with me.’

The man who had again intervened tore the chain from the other’s grip and pressed it against my limbs.

I struggled weakly.

But as he chained me down to the truck, I felt cold hands pull at my top. And the next thing… was a loud, strained ripping sound.