A Lunar Betrayal

Chapter 1

Dahlia

I huddle in the corner under the steps of the pack house. The bruises on my skin throb in time with my racing heart, each one a painful reminder of their cruelty. But it's their words that cut the deepest, it's always the words that cut the deepest, slashing through me everytime, leaving me feeling raw and exposed. I've lost count of the days since the torment began, since I became the target of their twisted games. I wish they would just stop and realize I also have feelings.

But they never will Dahlia, you know that.

As I sit, huddled in the shadows the stone floor is cold underneath me since my legs are bare with only a bloody t-shirt resting over my bare body. It's all my blood, why can't I just defend myself? A shiver climbs up my spine and I close my eyes for a breaf moment. To my return every little memory returns. Leya hitting me, the sounds of my own bones cracking as she kicked me, the pain, the blood, the laughter. I shut my eyes open, my breath hitching. I can't even close my eyes for a second without these stupid fucking memories returning. I hate this place, I hate them.

As I'm lost in my thoughts, something warm starts dripping from my nose. I move my hand towards the liquid. "Shit. Not again." I mumble. I swipe the back of my hand across my nose, feeling the warmth of blood staining my skin. It's a familiar sensation, one that has become all too common in recent days. Tears well up in my eyes as I struggle to stem the flow, feeling more fragile than ever.

As I stare at the stone floor I start wishing that I could turn back time, that I could erase the pain and the loneliness that has become my constant companion. I miss my family. If they were still here, I wouldn't be cowering in fear in the basement of my packhouse. I would be surrounded by laughter and warmth, by the comforting presence of my friends and family. But instead, I am alone, trapped in this shithole of a place that I once called home. As the tears well down my chins I think of what I've lost, of the life that was stolen from me. Anger simmers beneath the surface, a simmering rage that threatens to consume me. How could they do this to me? How could they leave me alone in this hellish nightmare?

All of a sudden, the voices of my tormentors pierce through the silence of the basement, sending a shiver down my spine. "Dahlia, come out from where you're hiding!" they taunt, their laughter echoing off the stone walls.
"No.." i whisper in despair. My heart races with fear, my pulse pounding in my ears as I shrink further into the shadows. They've found me, trapped like a cornered sheep with nowhere to run. Each step they take sends a jolt of terror coursing through me, their mocking laughter like a dagger to my already wounded spirit. With trembling hands, I push myself to my feet. My voice trembling I growl, a low warning growl.

My heart lurches in my chest as Leya's screeching voice fills the air, "Well if it isn't the orphan herself!" her grin sending a chill down my spine. With dread, I glance past her to see the beta, Liamo, and two other boys from the pack standing behind her, their faces twisted with malicious intent. Liamo is the only one I recognize, his brown hair tousled and his cheekbones sharp beneath his wicked smile. He stands with casual arrogance, one hand tucked casually in his pocket while the other holds a brown rope, a sinister gleam in his eyes.
The other two boys, blonde and eerily similar in appearance, flank him like loyal henchmen, their faces devoid of emotion as they wait for their orders. Brothers, perhaps, bound by blood and a shared thirst for cruelty.

"What do you want Leya? What the fuck is it you want from me? I don't understand." She tilts her head. "Don't you understand Dahlia? You're parents were poor, dirty members of this pack, I'm glad they're dead." she grins. "And soon you'll be dead to sweetie, which is for the better, obviously. Nobody would ever want you, and if you even had a mate, he would reject you as fast as those rouges killed your dirty little family." she spit out, I sniffle, how could she say such a thing? We used to be best friends. My family loved her and she loved them as her own.

I swallow hard, my mouth dry as fear courses through me. I know what's coming next, what they have planned for me. They're going to take me out to the woods, to a place where no one can hear my screams, and they're going to hurt me. In every way possible. This has happened before, but it's something different this time. The rope.

(TRIGGER WARNING SA, IF YOU'RE SENSITIVE TO THIS SKIP IT!!)

I was right, as they bind the rope around my feet and drag me out into the darkness of the woods, a primal fear grips me, squeezing the air from my lungs. I struggle against their grasp, but their grip is like iron, unyielding and merciless.

"No! NO!" I scream, but the boys won't listen. "Shut it whore!" one yells at me, a bit of his spit hitting my lip. I shake my head to get the drip of saliva of.

The trees loom overhead like silent witnesses to my torment, their branches reaching out to snatch me from the safety of the moonlight. The night is alive with the sounds of my desperate cries, the rustle of leaves drowned out by the pounding of my heart.

And then, in the depths of the wood, just outside the pack territory, they throw me on the cold wet ground and unleash their cruelty upon me, their grunts echoing through the darknes. They tear my insides, kick me, spit on me, drag my hair, spank me. It hurts.

"You like it don't you? You slut." Liamo's voice pierce thru the quiet midnight breeze as he thrusts his cock inside of me.

They take the innocence that was meant for my mate. I scream until my voice is hoarse, until the very fabric of my being feels like it's tearing apart at the seams. But there is no mercy here, no escape from the horrors they inflict upon me.

And when they are finally done, when they have drained me of everything I had left to give, they leave.

And as I lie there in the darkness, my body trembling with pain and shame, the little life that had been left inside of me seems to doze of and a beautiful light appears ifront of my eyes, I can see the eternal sleep right in front of me, tempting me to close them, and as I'm ready for the sleep I hear branches snapping nearby, and a deep voice followed by a strong scent approach..

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