CHAPTER TWO

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"Why do I have a fuckin' crescent moon tattoo?"
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I started to panic, thinking how on earth did a crescent moon tattoo suddenly appear on my left wrist. I tried remembering if ever someone came into the room last night when I was not able to sleep. But I was so sure, both of my room mates were fast asleep. And I can't remember anyone putting ink into my skin. Nor was I the one who did this to my self. Yes, I may have wanted to have tattoos when my life was still at peace after I got four piercings on my right ear, and one more on my left ear, besides my normal piercing.

And why is the tattoo blue?

Why am I even stressing about this? My life is already flipped upside down, a small blotch of permanent ink on my wrist won't change anything. With a sigh, I continue to get ready for the day a head.

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- few hours later -

"Oh Emily." Someone knocked on the door of Chloe's bedroom door. I was cleaning up her room since she repainted her room yesterday. "Emily." The sickening voice said once more, now more sickeningly sweet than before, entering the room.

"Yes Sir Anton?" I tried not to stutter due to anger and fear of knowing what he is planning on doing. "Oh Emily. Mind going to my room after you finish up here?" Anton says now from right behind me, and holding my waist. I swallowed, hard. "Sure Sir Anton." I say trying to sound as willingly as possible. The last time I tried to disobey him didn't end nicely.

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I knock on Anton's bed room door lightly. No response. I knock once more, a bit louder this time. "Who's there?" Anton's muffled and breathy voice asked from behind the door. "It's Em-emily." I winced when pronouncing my name, not exactly knowing why. "Oh. Come in darling." And so I did.

I tried my best not to back away and shut the door close. Anton was on his bed, holding his manhood with one hand, another hand under his head, naked. No wonder his voice was breathy. I could feel my eyes get teary. This could not end well.

"Emily." He whispered while pumping himself. I could feel the very little dinner I had an hour ago rise up from my stomach to the back of my throat. I just stand there closing my eyes. I did not want to be here anymore. I would rather die.

"Darling." He called, causing me to open my eyes. "Don't make me get up from here and drag you to my bed." He said opening his eyes, still pumping himself. I lightly nodded and slowly made my way to where he was.

"Well what are you waiting for then?" He asked. He was was getting impatient. I nodded again. I started to remove my shirt and leggings, feeling his gaze on my body. My few lighter scars, he asked the healer witch of the pack to heal only leaving the deeper scars to leave the impression of me being a strong woman. What a disgusting kink he has.

"Why didn't you wear the lingerie I gave you? He asked me. I just didn't answer. "Oh well." He sat up pulling me to him so I was on his lap. I moved my legs so I was straddling him. His manhood pressed firmly to my stomach.

He started kissing me, but like every time I was unresponsive. He squeezed my bum causing me to gasp in pain. He took the advantage and slipped his tongue into my mouth.

He then proceeded on kissing me and moved to my jaw, and to my collar bones then to my breasts. My eyes wear dripping tears, and I can not stop them from coming. He continued until he was at my thighs. I squeeze my eyes shut tears still going.

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- the next day -

I felt sore. It hurts. I feel so disgusting and violated. I had a very hard time standing up to head back to my quarters. When I woke up, Anton was in the bathroom of his room so I took the chance to escape from him.

On my way to the quarters, I tried my best to not bring attention to myself. But I'm certain that everyone can smell me, since I haven't washed myself yet. I hurriedly went to get new clothes and head to the bathroom to clean myself the best could. 

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- lunch -

I was standing beside the other servants of the pack while the Alpha, his family, beta, and his mate, and the pack warriors are eating. Everything was like the usual and it was going smoothly when suddenly someone came barging from the halls to the dining area.

Everyone looked up to look at the person who disturbed their meal. The warrior was panting, one hand to his chest. "Yes?" Alpha Theodore asked him. "Sorry to cause disturbance. But the alpha of Moonstone Pack is here. And he's looking for you."

Moonstone pack? What business does their alpha have to do with red eclipse pack? Everyone's eyes went wide even mine. Then Theodore stood, Luna Mela following, as well as Anton and Chloe. "Emily." Theodore called me, so I followed them, with some of the warriors behind me.

The walk to the receiving area of the pack house is quite nerve racking. Everyone was silent. Our footsteps heard through out the hall. When we arrived, I suddenly felt like someone in the room was someone I knew.

There was a shiver that ran down my spine. I still kept my head bowed because others might think I'm disrespecting them. Chloe stopped walking, causing me to stop as well since she was walking just ahead of me.

"Alpha Stone. What can my pack and I be of any help to you?" Theodore broke the silence.

"One of your slaves trespassed my territory. It would have been as easy as killing her. But then three more trespassed, and it was the same day. I think we need to discuss this further." The voice that I assumed was Alpha Stone gave shivers down my spine causing goosebumps all over my body.

There were butterflies in my stomach and they were going crazy. Even my wolf, Jade, became restless. I finally looked up from looking at the floor to see what Alpha Stone looked like.

He was magnificent, breath taking. With curly light brown hair that was long enough to touch his ears. Tan skin and chocolate colored eyes. He was at least 6 inches taller than me for I was only 5 feet 6 inches.

Our eyes met and Jade jumped in joy. I couldn't stop the smile that was forming on my face. We murmured the same word at the same time, causing everyone around us to avert their attention to the pair of us.

"Mate."

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