His Claim

3

Now 6 years later. The rouge orphans are what replaced the empty parts of my heart. There were always so many orphans, I never understood why there were so many. They usually were so scared, their eyes dulled over in horror. During the small moments that I wasn't with Marcel I spent with the orphans. They called me Mommy which I didn't mind. There I was now playing around with the short time I had with them. Trying to fill my empty head with fantasies of being in a normal family.

"You are such a cruel being my rose," Marcel says as I was holding a young girl. She had finally managed to fall asleep and I placed her in her bed next to another young girl. "You fill their heads with hope and lies. It is so deceiving. You might even be more cruel than me!" Marcel starts to cackle, a piercing sound. I rushed him out of the room so he wouldn't wake the kids.

He was right. It was cruel of me to shower them in images and feelings of warmth and love. All the while clouding the memories they once had. After being quarantined for a while, being brainwashed into following Marcel. They would be sent away to do whatever job Marcel thinks they are fit for. I hated it but there was nothing I could do. For the past five years I had tried everything. Each action causes a worse punishment for myself or for one of the children.

In the end, I deceived them trying to bring a tad bit of joy. It was selfish.

"Is there something you need darling?" I ask softly, keeping my gaze on the floor. He lifted my chin staring at me with blue eyes that now haunted me. Blue eyes that tore through me, threatening to strike at any moment. He leaned forward leaving a soft kiss against my lips.

"Yes we have captured someone I need help interrogating. It is a wolf from the forest." His hand caressed my still sore cheek, if it hadn't been for the years of tortures it would have been a loving touch. It was all part of the game he liked to play with me.

We walked silently hand in hand to the far side of the building. We lived in almost a hotel like building. As we walked the halls became darker, even the air seeming to get colder. I could hear screams through some of the doors. 

The wolves we passed bowed down in respect to us, I could feel the fear they held for us.

Yes even for me. They called me the wolf with hells eyes. I was the Luna to the sadistic and terrible Marcel, only fitting his mate be just as cold. My mind had been bruised many times in the past years, Marcel was careful with breaking me. We reached the room where the smell of blood and bile instantly made my nose crinkle. I would never get used to that smell. I hissed out in disgust as I took in the sight of the room. A man was hanging, hooks extended from his back. There was spiked wire driven into his skin wrapping around his arms and legs.

"Alrighty Mr. Beta Big Shot! This is my beautiful Luna," Marcel goes over pulling the man's head back by his hair. His eye is so swollen and purple and his other glared at me. His dark blonde hair was drenched in sweet and blood. It was a deadly look, his canines extending past his lips. He had cuts over his cheeks. I imagined he would have been a handsome man before this. "You might not care for my pack but my Luna is actually quite popular around here and not just for her looks. You see she has a very interesting power. Do you have a mate?" Marcel says running his hands over the hooks embedded in the mans back. 

Marcel looks up at me, his eyes whispering the all to familiar command. I don't dare soften my look at the man in front of me, I try to feign as much disgust as I could. Marcel hated when I pitted outsiders. I forced myself into this man's mind, I could feel his confusion from the intrusion. I look around.

"Lily. A beautiful gal with short brown hair," I whispered blinking as I focused back in the room. It wasn't hard to get that from him, Lily was all on this man's mind. He missed her, her love, her touch is what was keeping him going. Even through this immense pain. They shared a love that felt similar to my parents, one that was caring. I strained my eyes as I kept the tears at bay.