Rise Of The Forsaken Luna

“Those guards are incredibly useless,” Hans cussed, puffing on a cigarette. “What do you want? Why are you here?”

It was after breakfast in the morning. He was seated on a small stool in the rooftop garden, watering the plants himself.

“P-please, may I have a word with you?” Zenia stammered, looking down. She was a maid in the mansion and a gullible prey for his limitless hunger.

“Well, that’s new,” he scoffed. “Alright, go ahead. I'm listening.”

She swallowed hard, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. “I-I'm pregnant. A healer confirmed it.”

Hans froze, his cold gaze landing on her. “Is this a joke?”

Zenia shook her head.

“You know, I hate ungrateful people,” he said, getting up and walking toward her. “Is this how you repay me for helping you get rid of the cobwebs down there?”

At that moment, her breath hitched. “I swear, I-I'm not lying.”

She flinched as Hans trailed a finger down her face. “How dare you try to pin your mistake on me? If you must know, I detest liars so much. Tell me, who's the actual father of that thing?”

“Y-you are. Ever since that night, I haven't slept with any other man.”

“Tsk tsk tsk,” Hans sucked his teeth. “I’m really tempted to smack this beautiful face of yours.”

Without another word, he returned to his seat and continued watering the plants.

“What am I going to do?”

“When will I ever have peace.”

“Please, I’m really scared,” she whispered. “The whole experience—mood swings and cravings… I'm new to it. No one understands.”

“Meet Alaric. He knows just how to help you.” Hans said, clearly unbothered.

Alaric wasn't just his guaranteed healer who specialized in abortion, he was a quack.

“Wait, what?” She asked in defiance, her face turning pale. “No… I'm not getting rid of it. Never.”

“Bring your stupid voice down,” he warned, his tone dangerous.

Her eyes became moist with tears. “Please, Alpha, there has to be another way. I don't want to end up like my mom. She got pregnant and didn't survive an abortion.”

“Oh my, what a sad story,” he remarked apathetically. “I’m tearing up, get me a tissue.”

For a while, she stared speechless at him, her face etched with disbelief.

“People say you hated the former Luna because she couldn't give you a pup. You should be happy I’m carrying your heir.”

“Where the fuck do you girls get the audacity from?”

“I never wanted a pup; at least, not yet. You brought this upon yourself,” she continued. “You forced me to bed with you, why are you denying it?”

“Now you're just being rude. If I were you, I'd stop talking. You’re getting on my very last nerves, Zenia. I’m trying to hold back but it won't be for long.”

“All I'm asking is that you take responsibility. Please. What if I die untimely? I don't want to.” She cried, placing her hands on her stomach. “Who knows… our pup may grow up to become the greatest Alpha in the history of Silverwood, or even—”

“Enough!” He growled, approaching her with rage, and Zenia cowered as his wolf threatened to take control.

“There is no way I'm making you Luna,” he spat. “You are just a dimwitted, hopeless, common and dirty Omega, trapped in an ever miserable life of servitude! That won't change anytime soon. Never forget.”

Zenia choked out a gasp, tears finally escaping her eyes.

“Care to know why I'm being so patient with you?” He asked softly, receiving no response.

He moved over, pulling her up from her hair.

“Ahh,” she winced, holding his wrist.

“I said… care to know why I'm being so patient with you?” Hans repeated through gritted teeth.

Zenia nodded in pain, and he let go, leaving her to fall back on the floor.

“Because I’m in a very good mood today. Count yourself lucky. Now leave before I do something unimaginable.”

Seconds passed.

Zenia stood up, moving backward. “I’m sorry,” she sniffed, wiping her eyes dry. “But you're not going to get away with it this time, Alpha. The Council of elders must hear this. I refuse to remain silent.”

Hans didn't react the way she expected. He simply bursted into a resigned laughter which made her even more confused. It was a laughter so sinister.

“Gosh, you crack me up real good. You never give up, do you?” He asked rhetorically, returning to the plants. “Nah, I'm tired. Just be careful so you won't fall down the stairs.”

Zenia breathed heavily before turning to leave. There was something chilling about his calm.

As she walked down the quiet hallway, headed back to her living quarter, a guard suddenly stepped in front of her.

“W-what is it?” She stumbled back, hitting against another guard who instantly gagged her mouth with a poisoned rag.

Zenia struggled, slowly passing out.

Once the guards were certain she had lost consciousness fully, they looked around to make sure no one was there before carrying her down a darker stairway which led to an underground prison.

Meanwhile, Giselle had been watching. She pressed her back against the cold, rough wall, afraid her heartbeat would give her away. “Who could have ordered them to do such, and why?”