Freeing Starr✔️

Chapter 8 ~ You're Weak

After finishing up breakfast, I excused myself to the bathroom.

There, I found myself pacing the length of the room anxiously, trying to talk myself into going near my new husband who scared the daylights out of me.

"You're a Luna now, Starr. You can't be hiding away from your mate like this. Others will know that you're afraid of him. So stand up to him. I mean how hard can it be? If he's angry, you calm him. If he's annoyed, you make him irritated, and if he wants you, you make him beg for you," I paused for a second before sighing, "Who am I kidding? If he wants me, he would just take me and there's nothing I could do about it. It's not like I can overpower him."

Was I even meant to be a Luna? How weak and pathetic did everyone think I was? If I was stronger... would I have been able to defend myself against my father? Against Zion?

I highly doubted it, but just the thought alone made me feel better.

"Starr? I already told you that Zion is not a patient man. You wanna hurry up in there?" Niah knocked on the door and called out, her voice portraying how tense she was. For someone who always praised Zion, it's weird that she was this tense around him.

"I'm coming!" I called back, turning on the sink to splash some water on my face.

I ran a hand down my face and looked up at myself in the mirror.

Was I not pretty enough to get a happy life? Did I do something bad in any of my past lives?

I quickly pushed all those negative thoughts away and braced myself for what was to come.

I dried off my face and opened the door.

Niah waited until I was fully out of the bathroom before leaning up off the wall and scowling at me.

"Let's just go before Zion decides to take both our heads off," she muttered, brushing past me and bumping shoulders.

I touched my shoulder and muttered an ouch under my breath, rubbing the area gently.

I followed Niah out of the kitchen doors and into a wide open clearing. There we met Zion standing out in the middle of the clearing, a scarf blowing in his hand.

I eyed the scarf in confusion and tried to quench the rising fear and anxiety within me as I got closer and closer to my new mate.

I stopped at least five feet away and diverted my eyes downwards to watch the dirt patch beneath my feet.

I could feel his heated gaze on me and it made my heart race nervously. Zion was an intimidating man, I knew it, he knew it, heck! Everyone knew it.

"You're weak," was the first thing he spat out, his voice laced in anger and frustration.

I flinched at his tone and fidgeted nervously, my heart almost pounding out of my chest in terror.

"You can't defend yourself and my people will not accept that as our Luna, you understand me?" He asked, his voice frosty.

I nodded my head and kept my eyes glued to the ground.

You think I didn't know that? I was tempted to scream but I couldn't find my voice to. I knew my weaknesses more than anyone else. It's not like I can just wish myself to be what I'm supposed to be. All my life, I've been struggling. All my life, I've been crying. All my life, I've been hopeless. All my life... I've been weak.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you mutt!" Zion growled, startling me out of my thoughts and causing me to take a few steps back with wide terrified eyes. My whole body shook as I felt his dominance forcing its way around me, forcing me and my wolf to submit.