The First Human Luna

"Mate." His voice booms against my heart that batters against my chest.On the night of the full moon, the Lycan king presses me under him as his calloused hands greedily explore my body. My eyes shut in fear, I know I will lose my virginity to him tonight.——Elena’s POV“Well, well, ladies! I believe you know what happens next!”My heart stops.The werewolf in the center raises his jeweled pointer finger and smiles luridly. “Ladies! Stand in a row!”Not even one beat is missed, all the women in the hall rush in a line. I grab onto Sally to prevent our separation. When the lining up ends, Sally stands beside me and we follow the line.A half hour ago, my friend Sally convinced me to wear the white slip dress she bought me for the party.Now, Sally pulls me into an opulent massive ballroom, with golden walls and overflowing with beautiful women all covered in jewels. It is not cold; however, they are wearing these furs to look more appealing to the werewolves.“There are werewolves h

Elena’s POVUnable to sleep more than 40 minutes I awake to my pounding heart.King Harvey will take my virginity in three days. I have never even had a boyfriend!According to every rumor I have heard, King Harvey is ruthless and cold. How could I feel comfortable to just let him… give him my virginity?Exhaling heavily, I try to calm my thundering heart and empty stomach. Lying down, I force myself to breathe through my mouth and try to remember breathing exercises.Nothing comes to mind.I can just picture my sister crying over the phone to my dad, wondering where I am.Between the threat of my virginity being taken from me and worrying over my sister, I know I must escape. When I try to get up out of bed, it feels as if my skin peels off my back.“Damn it.” I whisper to myself and grimace at the disgusting feeling.Literally sewn back together like a doll.I place my hand on my back carefully and feel a patch of bandages. Warm, harsh, yet dry. That is a slight relief.One final br

“Your wounds will not heal quickly, human.” King Harvey frowns as he stops ripping my dress. He takes ointment and helps me apply it to my wounds. “Your wound is already glued to your clothes. You must remove it, or it will be inflamed.”“Thank you.” I whisper.My heart skips a beat and kills all the pain I feel.King Harvey remains silent, but I can feel his dissatisfaction. His voice leaks it.I know why he is unhappy. My stomach turns.I will not be able to have sex with him in three days to relieve him of his agony. Will I be killed by the others for my lack of use?If I die, my sister will be left alone, and no one will take care of her. Dad would sell her in a heartbeat for a shiny case of whiskey.“King Harvey,” I breathe through my pain uneasily. “I will be fine to help you, I will do anything, please let me go, please. I must take care of my sister…”Turning to face King Harvey, I allow tears of pain to roll down my face. Not the physical discomfort I feel but of a broken hea

Elena’s POVKing Harvey nods at my words but says nothing.My heart freezes. Unable to breathe, I shut my eyes. To say I am surprised is an understatement, my knees are weak and almost buckle.King Harvey takes a long look at me then silently opens the door to my room, ushers me in and closes it. Throwing myself on my bed, I find myself unable to cry. I bury my face in my pillows and have no courage to scream.King Harvey is aloof. Why would he care what a weak human pleads of him.I close my eyes against the fear surging through my body. I am going to be sick if I keep replaying my morning over in my head. I take a sip of the lukewarm water left for me at my bedside.My stomach lurches at the water slipping down my throat and I rush off to the bathroom to puke.What a beautiful mate I will make…King Harvey’s POVWalking into my red study, I pull out my cellphone. The cellphone weighs nothing in my hand and for a moment I stare at it. What an odd piece of technology. I know I don’t n

Elena’s POV Clear as my fear, I still feel King Harvey as he finishes. He exhales heavily, dropping his face into my neck. Freezing entirely in his grasp, he brushes his nose with my bare shoulder, then presses his face there. I shiver, and still feel the need to be with him and satisfy him. My fear kills that. Along with his long fangs that just barely kiss my bare shoulder. The slightest feeling of being bitten burns on my left shoulder but I stay quiet. The soft sting of breaking skin and blood follows, but I ignore it. I don’t want to think about what has happened. Slowly, he detaches himself from me and walks off to the bathroom. Exhaustion blankets me. The stress of worrying about this for three days, my life, my sister’s life, my dad, and my wound. We didn’t have sex because of my back, but once it heals, I am all his. The thought both thrills and paralyzes me with terror. When King Harvey returns, he wears dark shorts and a black tank top. He gingerly rolls me on my st