Rise Of The Forsaken Luna

“Who was that no-good I saw you sneak out with last night? Did you really think I wouldn't find out? I mean, what the fuck does she offer that I haven't?” Giselle nagged as Hans got ready for another night of misconduct. “I’m talking to you.”

“It seems you're forgetting who I am, missy. I can and will do whatever I so damn please. Now, leave my room; I'm not in the mood for your drama.”

“Oh please, why aren't I surprised? For crying out loud, when will you ever be in the mood, Hans? Why are you doing this to us… to me? At least for once, just think about your unborn cub!”

“What did you just say?” He growled. His hand shot out, grabbing her throat violently. “Didn’t I warn you never to speak of that ‘thing’ you’re carrying, huh? What if someone heard you? Who would you say is responsible?”

Her face became pale as he squeezed just enough to make breathing difficult.

“What are you doing? Let go, you're suffocating me,” she managed to say, wrestling his grip.

He was no longer the loving master she knew four months ago. He had become more callous, unapologetically so.

“Who do you think you are? Luna? What gives you the nerve to talk to me as you like?” He carried on, slamming her against the wall. “Answer me!”

“I-I’m sorry, okay? Please, I’m sorry.”

He held on for a few seconds before releasing her. “If I knew you'd become a pain in the ass, just like your wretched sister, I would have ended you too as well. Consider this a warning. You won't be so lucky if there’ll ever be a next time.”

He walked out of the room, leaving Giselle gasping for air. She slid to the ground, hot tears stinging her eyes

This wasn't the plan. Clearly, she now meant nothing to him. Just one of his numerous playthings, and everytime she brought up the discussion about making her Luna, he would either rebuke or hit her.

That aside, the main problem was what she would explain to everyone once the pregnancy started to manifest.

People were already speculating and Rasmud had become so sure something was going on between them. She could tell from the way he looked at her whenever she was heading to or leaving Hans’s bedroom.

“No, no, no,” she sobbed, her throat feeling sore from his hold.

Hans opened the door, about to enter the driver's seat of his Jeep. A luring wench settled in the front passenger seat, wearing a hood, as he always preferred.

“Hans,” Rasmud called out, jogging toward him. “Where are you going unguarded?” He asked, peering at the young lady who turned her face away. “Who is she?”

“You dare quiz me? How does that concern you? Do I look like a child?”

“That’s not what I meant. Why don't you let me come with you?”

Hans scoffed, shaking his head. “It seems I've been too lenient of late. Everyone keeps forgetting their place.”

“I’m just saying. No offense.”

“Mind your business Rasmud, and I'll mind mine. This is your final warning.”

Hans got in, and swerved away.

Meanwhile, Giselle returned to her quarters. She lay pitiful on the bed, feeling foolish for ever believing his empty promises.

Hans was an asshole, and she hated being an Omega. She always admired Charis, the Gamma female who had it all: beauty, power, money, and the promise of a good future.

As if that weren't enough, Charis was a darling, loved and adored by everyone. She didn't have to do too much to be heard or noticed, while, being an Omega meant having the weakest wolf, little or no connection to Pack magic and living in the poorest conditions unless through the mate bond with an authority figure.

A knock came from the door, pulling her out of her reverie.

“Come in,” she answered, putting up composure.

It was Rasmud.

“What do you want?” She asked disapprovingly. “Why are you here?”

“Relax, I’m just checking in. Are you okay?”

She gazed at him, confusion etched on every line of her face.“I don't know what you're talking about?”

He sucked his teeth, stepping further into the room. “Try something more… um… new fashioned.”

“W-what do you mean?”

“Drop the pretense, Giselle; I know what goes on between you and the Alpha. The doors in this mansion aren't soundproof, you know.”

She hung her head low. “Why do you even care?”

“Don’t tell me you're one of those ding-a-lings who believe I'm hard-boiled. By the way, what were you thinking?”

“If you’re only here to make fun of me, I advise you leave.”

“Make fun of you? Nah. Why would I? Or…” He crossed his arms, wearing a mock smile. “Are you ashamed?”

Giselle sprung up, her expression replaced with a scowl. “You are so full of shit, Rasmud.”

“Beta,” he corrected.

“I don't care! In fact, you are so judgmental about everyone but yourself. What makes you feel you're better than me? Yes, I'm ashamed. Take a picture!”

“Hey, I wouldn't raise my voice if I were you.”

“Well, in case you had no idea, I am not scared of someone who runs errands for the Alpha. You are as much as a nobody as I am.”

The words hit him like a physical blow.

“How dare you?” Rasmud muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. He dropped his arms, glaring at her with dark squinted eyes.

“Truth hurts,” she sighed, flipping her hair backward.

His countenance spoke louder than words, and she felt fulfilled, having given him a taste of his own medicine.

No doubt, Giselle had more guts than Ashleigh.

“You liked my sister, didn't you?” She continued, observing him with a clinical interest. “I’m not blind. I saw the way you stole glances at her, and if I'm not mistaken, isn't that like a… taboo? Craving the Alpha's Luna.”

“She was a better person than you’d ever be.” Rasmud justified.

“Guess I'm not the only one with a shocking revelation at the end of the day. Now if you'll excuse me, I have to catch some sleep.”

Silence.