His Missing Luna

CHAPTER 1

JESSICA/AMERIE

BRUTES

I gasp loudly as I am slammed hard against the bathroom wall, a warm palm covering my mouth and a hard male body thrusting against me. “You’re mine!” Saul roars obsessively in my face. His grey eyes scan my terrified face. “Mine only!”

I try to push him off me, but he fists my hair in his palms,

jerking my head to the left, rubbing his nose up and down my neck. Sniffing and

nibbling at my jaw. “You smell and taste divine, Jessica,” He draws in quick

breaths. I can smell his sickening scent.

He releases my mouth, scanning my face again.

“I am not yours!” I huff, trying to push him away from me, using

my hands to extricate myself from his hold, as I battle the tears that fill my

eyes. It felt like pushing a wall. Being an alpha and a well-built one, I stood

no chance against him. The fist holding my hair tightened, jerking my head

again.

“Let go of me, Saul!” I cry, feeling the pain at my scalp.

“Never.” He rasps, sniffing me like a crazed demon. His nose

grazes my neck, settling at the middle where my neck and shoulder meet. “This

is where it’s going to be. My mark. Where I am going to place it,” His rough

tongue laps my skin. “I am going to mark you two nights from now.”

“No.” I fight back, squeezing my eyes tight, trying to not

imagine him doing so to me. And feeling disgust as his tongue and saliva wet my

skin.

He grabs my flailing hands and pins them up above my head, on

the wall. “Feisty.” Smirking and pulling his face back to look down at my

toweled and wet body.

I had just stepped out of the bath when this brute pounced on me

out of nowhere. How did he enter my room? My new room actually.

He pins both hands with one hand now and with the other, slowly

pulls my face to his. “I have waited for too long to finally have you, Jessie,”

Whispering, cold grey eyes full of lust and obsession, looking deep into my

scared and helpless ones. “Nothing is going to stop me again,” Grinding his

waist into mine. “Do you feel that?” He asks as he continues grinding his bulge

against my thighs. “All for you. You’re going to take it all in.”

Closing my eyes, I pray it would never happen. That I would

never be his. A thick smell of moist earth hits my nostrils just before the

bathroom door bursts open to reveal another brute. Alpha Kizziah, his father.

“What is wrong with you?!” He snaps at his son in anger, tugging

him away from me.

As I collapse to the floor like a bag of potatoes tossed aside,

my hands quickly grab the towel around my chest tighter, stopping it from

falling off. Kizziah’s action made the i***t pull at it without thinking.

“She’s going to be yours soon. Get your s**t together and don’t

mess up. We need her intact for the mating ceremony!” Kizziah barks at him in

irritation, as he holds him back from me. Shaking him hard to get his gaze away

from me. “Do you understand?”

“Yes, father,” Saul mutters, tearing his lustful eyes away from

me to his father’s.

“The tailor will soon be here to finalize your suit

measurements. Go!” Kizziah gestures for him to leave.

Saul waits some minutes before turning and left my bathroom. The

door of my room clicks shut outside the bathroom.

“Get up from the floor!” He shouts at me, kicking my feet.

I scurry off the floor straight for my room and hide beside my

bed, arms wrapped round me, shuddering.

“Get dressed. The tailor is also here to finalize your gown,” He

spits out before turning on his heels.

“I won’t do it.” I say in a small shaky voice, trembling.

He stops at the door and turns back to me.

“Jessica, dear…” He begins, letting out a lengthy sigh as he

took sluggish steps to me. “You don’t have a choice,” smiling wickedly and

crouching to my height. “You never did. The best thing is to accept your fate

and be a good mate to my son.” He lifts a wet strand of hair plastered on my

face, pushes it away and drops his hand. “And produce the strong pups that your

bloodline affords you to. Hmm?”

He gets up and exits my room, leaving me to my misery.

How did I end up with these people? I ask myself again like I

have been asking since I realized my predicament. I have no memory of having a

family. The alpha and his family have been the only family I know. And by

family, I don’t mean a loving one.

My earliest memories of how badly they treated me went as far

back as when I was little. Before then I was treated in a polite manner. Not

close enough as I had expected a family to show me love, but to an extent they

were nice. All of it changed when I grew older.

I abruptly found myself working with the maids around the house, dressing as them, eating the same food rations apportioned to them. My nice room was exchanged for a bunk in the small room down below the alpha’s mansion. It used to be a storeroom for supplies.

No one offered me an explanation for the changes even when I asked. The alpha and his family had simply told me in clear terms that I was a maid from now on and should never ask that question again. The maids had simply ignored me and turned hostile when I kept pressing for answers.

I wasn’t allowed out of the house except to follow the maids shopping for supplies. The mansion became my prison. I hardly know anyone save for the hard-faced and scared maids who would love to not have me around for fear of the alpha’s wrath.

Fast forward to when I began to sprout womanly curves and features. My life took a sharp turn. From assisting the maids at home to becoming the only maid for the entire household. I went shopping with guards flanking my sides at all times. Saul also became a part of them, ensuring he was always by my side.

No male in the pack was allowed to speak to me. The one guy that tried to say hello to me when he came to deliver a message to the alpha left with a broken and bloody nose. Thanks to Saul. He became obsessive over me, wanting to be with me every free time he had. His eyes lingered more on me. Especially my chest and lower body. I lost count of the times I found him watching me as I worked. Or the times I woke up to find him gazing down at me. Or the times I perceived his scent in my room.

“Jessica!” The high-pitched voice of Luna Emilia breaks through my thoughts.

I have to hurry if I don’t want to be in more trouble. Rising from the floor for my wardrobe, to search for what to wear. Inside my wardrobe was an assortment of new clothes. Clothes I never imagined I could ever own or wear.

Until three months ago.

The alpha had called me to his office and informed me of the new development. I was going to be Saul’s chosen mate. That it had to be done before I clocked my eighteen birthday. Which according to them was in the next two months.

I found this strange because it was the first time I learnt something about me. Strangely, I wondered if that was actually my real age.

“No.” The only word that my mind could give to me at that time.

Kizziah and Emilia had broken into a fit of laughter.

“You don’t have a choice, Jessie,” Malia had announced to me in a jeering voice.

“She obviously thinks she can say no,” Kizziah had scoffed.

“We own you, don’t you get it, silly girl?” his mate chuckled.

“I won’t be his mate,” I had refused in a small voice, fiddling with the hem of the apron I wore and my head bent to the floor as usual.

“You will be his mate and bear him pups!” Kizziah snarled at me that day. “That’s why you have been living under my roof,” he had bellowed.

I was moved to a new and better bedroom on their floor. They treated me well, bringing in two more maids to do the housework together with me. I took my meals with the family and Saul started to act more obsessive than before. Groping me every chance he got, whispering lewd words to me, his eyes trailing me everywhere around the house. His night visits increased that I had to start locking my door at night or whenever I slept.

I sniff back tears as I remember Emila’s laughter and look that day. It said exactly what I knew in my heart. I had nowhere to go. Might as well just accept my reality. Yet, I can’t stop thinking about what Kizziah said about my bloodline and the pups I would produce.

I blink back tears as I pick a yellow dress that reached my knees. After drying my brown hair, I pack it into a ponytail, put on a flat shoe and walk downstairs to meet the tailor.