บททั้งหมดของ Omega Slave Turned Luna : บทที่ 11 - บทที่ 20

Sam did as he said and pulled her hair to the side for him. She was scared and she knew that she would be punished for all her shortcomings soon. With that thought in mind, she figured it would be in her best interest to do as he said, so things did not get any worse. When he stepped away from her, she caught her reflection in the mirror and saw that he had put a tag onto her neck. It looked like a thick black choker, but anyone who looked at it too long would notice that the crescent dangling from its center had his insignia on it. She was officially his property. He told her as soon as her fingers grazed her neck that she was his property. He informed her that as long as she had that on, she was his, and that she was to run every decision by him first. Her eyes started to pool with tears because she felt like cattle or livestock, an animal to be claimed. She tried to talk and her words failed her, tumbling around in her head and refusing to come out. He was still talking, and

When they stepped out into the hallway, it was busy with activity. Lights had been strung all over the mansion's walls, and they gave the room a soft, orange glow, and Sam marveled at how beautiful the entire set-up looked. She knew she was supposed to be right behind Alpha Amal as he took his large strides, but she could not help it - she made a little twirl and looked down the banister at everyone down there. The mansion was the perfect picture of elegance. Wine glasses bubbled with the best wine, and the other members of staff stood by in their red dresses and suits, waiting for the party to fall into full swing.Of course by then, Alpha Amal had gone so far in the hallway that she had to run to meet up with him.She arrived just in time, and as she fell into stride with him, he turned to her and said, “before the party falls into full swing, I have to meet with my mother and father in my conference room. You are to come in as my secretary. ”Surprised, she turned to him to rem

Sam watched the wooden doors on the side of the hall open. The elders flocked out of the room, serious looks on their faces. Last came Alpha Amal and a man she understood to be the chief of security. They both looked around the hall and Sam wondered if there were cameras and a hidden security team watching the entire celebration. Soon enough, the chief of security left Amal, whose eyes swept over the halls searching for something. Or someone. She had done everything that the clipboard said to do, and had even seated some of the guests for a lack of anything better to do, and she wondered who he was searching for. She was hidden from plain sight, but she had a nagging suspicion that he was not looking for her.She turned to Charity who had quickly become a fast friend. During their conversation, she had learned that Charity was an orphan and an only child, taken in by the Alpha to protect her. She had also learnt that Charity had not yet found her mate and was on the lookout for him

That night, she slept fitfully, with nightmares centered in her time in her former pack. She had this recurring nightmare every few days, with only a few details changed. In all those dreams, Derrick would go out, ready for a night out with his friends. He would urge her to sleep before he got back - because it could take some time - and he would bring her back something he ate and thought she would like too. He would come back and say he had drunk some honeycomb elixir made by someone at the bar, and she would urge him to eat to prevent a worse hangover. “Derrick, baby, please try to eat something, ” she would hear her voice say, over and over in these dreams, begging her dead lover to eat. And over and over again, he would brush away her small arms with his rough, heavy ones, saying, “please Sam. I'll eat tomorrow. ”He would place his heavy arms onto her shoulder and kiss her goodnight, and she would taste the sweetness from his honeycomb elixir. Always, they would go to bed

Sam trudged to her room, and ignored the heavy footfalls that told her Alpha Amal was already on his way back to his own quarters. She could not believe how close they were! If she moved her feet backwards instead of forward and turned at the knob on his side of the divide, she would be in his room, the woodsy, vivid colors staring back at her. So much thought and consideration had gone into her room, she couldn't help but wonder if he had an interest in her. Nobody went to that much trouble for just anyone, right? Yet, the longer she pondered on it, the more she realized that it was possible; all everyone in the castle did was sing praises of him and speak well of him. It was confusing, being treated superbly one moment and treated like lint at the bottom of his shoe the next. He must have been bipolar or very moody, she thought, her chest heaving. She shut the door that separated them and gushed over her room once again. The moonlight shone off the shiny wooden headboard as soon a