The Unexpected Luna

Chapter six: Kailee’s POV

THIS CHAPTER MAY CONTAIN SOME DISTURBING SCENES THAT PORTRAY PHYSICAL, EMOTIONAL, AND s****l ABUSE. READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED

I'm so thirsty, I can't remember the last time that they fed me. They want to keep me weak, so they provide me with the least amount of food and water possible. I have seen death several times, and I wanted to welcome it, but they always bring me back. For some reason, they can't seem to let me go. I couldn't understand why they wanted to hurt me. I was supposed to be a princess. My father sent me to stop the war between the wolves and my people, but they tricked us. Well, they tricked me. The Alpha didn't want me, he only wanted to use me.

I came to this pack as a deal that my father made between him and the alpha. He was supposed to marry me to join our people together, so the wars would stop, but the alpha sold me. He didn't hold his deal of the bargain, and he gave me to his son. I fought tooth and nail, but he got what he wanted from me. At first, he tried to touch my body, but I would kick or scream. I even bit part of his finger off. After that, he made sure that I was drugged before his visits.

My life changed completely. I couldn't understand why he was doing it. I could see that he had a mark from his mate, so every time he came to me and raped me, she felt it. The first night that he got what he wanted was still fresh in my mind.

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I was chained to the wall, as usual, but this time they put me in iron cuffs. Iron debilitated my species, so I was extremely weak. I was trying not to fall asleep because I had the feeling that if I let sleep take over me, they would do something. I was tired. No, I was exhausted. The beatings, the starvation, the lack of sleep, everything was pure hell for me.

Six months have gone by, and I can't understand why my father hasn't come to rescue me. He must have realized that the deal went to s**t, that I didn't become a Queen like I was supposed to. Or maybe he didn't care, and that is why I am still here, suffering.

Either way, I am tired of fighting, I am tired of feeling like I am garbage. I have tried to end my life a couple of times, but I don't have a lot of stuff to work with. One time I used a broken glass that I found on the ground. I cut my veins, letting the blood come out from my fresh wound. Dead was just around the corner, and then they found me. They brought me back to life, back to this misery.

Why?

My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening. I shivered when I felt his presence in the same room that I was. He loved to torture me, so he walked slowly to where I was. Each step he took made my heart beat a thousand miles per hour.

Thump, thump, thump.

The sound was ringing in my ears, until... he was in front of me. I took a deep breath because I knew what was going to happen next. Or I thought I knew because nothing prepared me for what was going to happen.

He lifted my chin harshly, to make me look at him.

"Hello princess, how are you doing today?" He said to me.

I was trying really hard to keep my eyes open. My lids felt very heavy, and it was taking me a lot of effort to avoid falling asleep. Did they give me something else?

The water...

Fuck! The water! They gave me water and I thought it was an act of goodwill, but of course it wasn't. They drugged me, they f*****g drugged me.

I am trembling right now. I know what he is going to do. I am not stupid, and they would not drug me unless they wanted me to be compliant. I should have known better, I was surrounded by demons.

"Are you trying to fight?" He laughed at me. I wanted to kill him, I really did, but I couldn't do anything, my body wasn't working.

"I am going to kill you," I said, but my voice was barely audible. I was losing the fight.

Then... a hard slap landed on my cheek.

"I don't like it when you are asleep, I want to see the terror in your eyes. I want to see when the light leaves your body because I am going to break you, piece by piece." He was getting closer to me, and even if I tried to move my head to the other side it was a futile attempt.

He then ripped my clothes. Well, the things that I call clothes now, making my whole body be on full display for him. I wanted to cover myself, as I could feel his eyes roam my body. I felt dirty, I felt exposed, and that wasn't the worst thing that he was going to do. No. It was just the beginning.

"You have a beautiful body. It would be a pity to let it go to waste, don't you think?" He said as he licked my face.

I wanted to vomit. I felt repulsion, this man was going to hurt me, he was going to destroy me.

He started touching me, everywhere he could. My feet weren't chained, but I couldn't kick him because I was too drugged to make my body move. He then stopped licking my face, only to redirect it to my n*****s. Everything he did destroyed me further, he knew it, and he was enjoying it. Do you know what the worst part of all was? My body reacted to it. I couldn't control it. I was not feeling pleasure, but for some reason, my body was doing the exact opposite of what I was feeling.

"You like it, see b***h?" He said while he touched me on my private spot. He inserted his fingers, just to mock me as he proved to me that I was wet.

Why? Why did he have to taunt me, to mock me, to make fun of my suffering?

I get that he hates me, but I never did anything to him. I was just part of a deal that was supposed to bring peace, but if it did, it was in exchange for my life.

"We are going to be here a long time, so you better relax you whore." He spat and did the unthinkable.

He took off his pants and released that repulsive piece of meat that he had in between his legs. Then he positioned himself near my core. I heard my heart beating faster and faster, waiting for the moment that was going to destroy me completely until it arrived. He entered my body, and with zero preparation I let out a scream of pain.

I could feel how everything inside me broke, how blood started coming out from the intrusion. Each time he saw that I was beginning to drift off to unconsciousness, he slapped me hard. He did that until I could no longer hold on. He took that disgusting thing off me and lifted his pants.

"You will get more food for pleasing me, but I expect a better treatment next time." I wanted to kill, or kill myself at his point. I didn't care, I just wanted the pain to end.

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I haven't heard a word from my animal side since that day. It could be the iron, it could be the mistreatment, or it could be that night. Whatever it was, it broke her too. I was so sorry for her, she had to be next to an unworthy human like me. I couldn't even protect myself. At least I hope that my people are safe.

The floor was cold, but I didn't have anything else. I could write with my blood like I sometimes did, but they have taken anything that I could harm myself with.

I hope that starvation eventually kills me. That could bring some closure to my life, and an end to my suffering. Before I wanted to live, I wanted to find my mate and have my forever after. My first plan was to escape and do that, but now... I don't think anyone would want me. I am broken and used, something that a mate doesn't want. I am only worthy of death itself, and she doesn't even want me.

Is my life going to be like this? Constant suffering? Most likely, I don't think the alpha is going to let me go. I am his personal toy after all. He enjoys breaking me piece by piece. It has come to the point where I don't even fight him.

When he abuses me, I try to go to another place in my mind, a place where everything is beautiful, a place where I am free. I had imagined that I had a mate and that he loved me. He treated me with kindness. I even dreamed one time of how he rescued me. He came here and killed the alpha to set me free. I can't imagine him being a wolf. No, he was of the same species that I was, a polar bear. Wolves are nasty creatures, they are the ones responsible for my trauma. I could never be with a wolf. Not even in my wildest dreams.

I was still imagining things when I heard the door of the dungeon open. I started trembling, it was something that I couldn't control. Even if I tried to be brave, the sound of that door along with his footsteps always put me on edge. I knew he was coming, I could smell his scent, but the weird thing was that he wasn't alone.

Why? Is he going to use me as a toy for his friend as well?

No. I can't do it, he can't be that cruel. He should not be that cruel.

I heard his footsteps, they were now at my door, but for some reason, he wasn't mocking me. He didn't say anything hurtful, and I could see that he was standing right in front of me. I was too afraid to look up and see his face, but something was telling me to do it.

Once I did, I realized something. His eyes... changed.

What was going on?