A/N PLEASE READ
I don't really do many of these as I do a disclaimer at the beginning of the book and it is rated mature, BUT, this period of the book is gonna be dark. There are dark themes, violence and more, some of it fairly detailed. IF YOU ARE SENSITIVE. Please stop reading. You can pm me and I'll give you a summary of what happened. It's not forever but there are a block of chapters.
I groan as my body struggles to wake up, my temple throbs as I fight to open my eyes. The cold earth slipping through my fingers tells me I'm outside on the ground before my eyes finally respond. Blinding light makes my eyes water as I throw my arm protectively over them.
"-one fucking job you had! I told you to bring her back unharmed, so you knock her out," Dimiti growls. Livid doesn't sound like a strong enough word. I see him holding another man off of the ground by his throat.
"He was coming, what does it matter what happens to the bitch now-"
*Snap*
Dimitri tossed his lifeless corpse away like a piece of trash, without a second look. Noticing me awake and looking at him, he grabs my arm and drags me up, off of the ground. The look in his cold blue eyes confuses me as he passes me on to someone else.
"Bring her upstairs, I'll be there soon," he says, walking off towards Silas.
Fuck my life! I'm in the heart of darkness, what a terrible fucking plan this is. It takes every ounce of control to not freak out, instead I look around as the man drags me in the house and up stairs. The man is a bit bigger than an average soldier, chestnut hair with a short cropped beard and brown eyes.
All eyes are locked on me as he drags me to the top floor. I have no idea where we are but it looks like a typical pack house; over sized mansion with large common areas and multiple floors of bedrooms. The majority of the people walking around are males, the few females around are all collared.
Wordlessly he walks me down a long dim hall. The dark hardwood floors and equally dark wood paneling on the walls seem to swallow the light. There's a stuffy elegance everywhere you look; statues, vases, sculptures and art are everywhere. The furniture is all rich antiques and looks like they belong in King Louie throne room, not a normal house.
"Oh how the mighty have fallen," a man sneers at me as my handler shoves me into the room. The speaker oozes that cocky, asshole, man-child aura. I don't need Ember to read his energy, he screams douche. "Nothing to say Luna?"
I glare at him as he walks over from the table he was sitting at with two others, I'm guessing this is a private living room or den. His eyes roam over me as if he's looking over a steak and deciding if he wants a bite or not. He reaches to touch me, saying, "because of you, I lost my-"
My forehead connected squarely with his nose, crumpling it with a sickening crunch, cutting him off mid sentence. He staggers back, clutching his destroyed nose to try and staunch the flow of blood. The look in his eyes promises that his next hit will hurt, a lot. Snarling, he pulls his arm back but before he could land his blow, my handler has his arm.
"Take a seat, warrior," he growls.
"Back off Peter, she ows-"
"Sit!" Peter snaps, shoving him to the table, it wasn't a request. The man's eyes never leave me as he grabs a towel and takes a seat. "And you," Peter turns his cold gaze to me, "don't test me, I don't have the patience for it today."
"Good luck, the Luna lives to test us," Silas drawls as he enters the room with Dimitri and a few other men. "Defiant even now. I must admit, I'm a little...surprised." He circles me, appraising me, but also looking at me like I'm hiding some secret, like I'd pull out a bomb or something. He doesn't trust me, even collared, he isn't going to underestimate me again.
"What makes this bitch special?" another man grumbles, circling me, his dark eyes scanning every inch of me. Wildly curly black hair and light stubble give him a rugged look, though he's nowhere near as large as Dimitri, he isn't to be underestimated.
"She is none of your concern," Dimitri warns. I don't miss the hostility between the two. Both men are locked on each other, meaning he must be some other sort of Alpha. I don't even know all the rules, but I know that a guy staring Dimitri down like that is begging for a challenge.
"Enough you two, we have enough issues without infighting," Silas groans, pinching the bridge of his nose. "You've got what you wanted Dimitri, go; Wayne, pick another."
"And if I want this one?" Wayne asks, reaching for my collar. I grab his hand, cranking him in the jaw with my other elbow. He growls, wiping the blood off of his lip as his eyes lock on mine, he's just as fucked up as Dimitri.
Great, I'm in the fucking nut house.
Dimitri grabs me and drags me backwards, away from Wayne, growling posessively. I'm feeling like a chew toy between two dogs and it's a shitty feeling indeed. "Find your own, this one is taken," Demitri growls.
"I prefer blonds anyways," Wayne says with a smirk as he turns to sit down.
Dimitri grins in triumph grabbing my elbow and drags me to the far side of the room towards a door. I've done well up until this point at controlling my emotions, but as Dimitri drags me away from the crowd, the fear blooms inside of me.
I'm not an idiot, I know exactly what these assholes do with collared women. For once ignorance is not my defense for a stupid decision, I knew full well and I would do it again if it means Ethan's safe. He can steal my body but that's the worst he can do to me.
I feel worse for Chris. Will I ever see him again? Would he even take me back after this? My heart hurts for this train of thought. I wouldn't blame him if he didn't, he's probably so pissed right now. He always gets so mad for my reckless nature, but there really wasn't another option, Ethan is more important than any of us.
He opens one of the large wooden double doors, and pushes me through before shutting the door and locking it, leaving us in the dark. My heart hammers as he shuffles around in the dark before he flicks the lights on.
The room is ridiculous, it could have been King Henry the Eighth's bedroom. In the center is a monstrous four post bed, the floor has a bear skin rug, large mahogany furniture, opulence from the past is tucked into every corner of the room. The final thing I notice are the crumpled blankets at the end of his bed on the floor.
"Like what you see?" he asks, guiding me in further.
How the fuck do I even answer that without making this worse on myself?!
"King Henry isn't my style choice, a little pompous but-"
My smart reply was cut off by Dimitris hand wrapping around my throat as he snaps my head back, pinning my back against his chest. The contact makes my skin crawl, his touch is repulsive but I know he just wants to get a reaction out of me. He turns me to face the full length mirror. I try to look away from the pathetic woman staring back at me.
"Look at it, Luna," he growls, wrenching my head to look back at the mirror, "Look!" I'm no match for his brute strength. At this moment I became painfully aware just how much smaller than him I actually am. I look like a child pinned by him. I know he is no larger than Chris, but never once did Chris ever make me feel this small, helpless and insignificant.
"Get it over with Dimitri," I snap, trying to sound bored. He may have control, but I wasn't going to let him play with me, fucking with my mind non stop. I suffered that for too long with my ex, but I've also spent the last several months with Chris, who has helped me recover. He dug his fingers into my throat, twisting my face up to look at him.
