All Chapters of Their Bullied Luna: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

RheaI woke up feeling much better than the previous day. My muscles didn’t hurt as much and I felt calmer. I reached out to stretch and felt someone there. I opened my eyes and realized instantly that my vision had cleared overnight. “Thank you, Doctor Bauer,” I mumbled. Someone groaned and shifted in the bed. I looked over to see Gerard and Lionel on my left, and Zek and Dylan on my right. All four of them were in bed with me, fast asleep. I couldn’t help but wonder how long I had been asleep.What had Doctor Bauer said to them? Was this just because of my condition? I knew they certainly wouldn’t stay when they knew I was better. I took a deep breath and tried to stay calm. How was I going to get out of here? I sat up and saw some of them stirring. “Good morning, how do you feel?” Zek asked in a groggy tone. “I’m fine. What are you all doing here?” I asked. “What do you mean?” Gerard asked. “You’re our mate.” “No, no, no, don’t say that to me. Don’t

RheaWhen I woke up the next morning, it felt like yesterday had been a dream. Did they really care about me? After everything they’d done? All that changed was the fact that I was their stupid mate. All of them. How could I be a mate to all of them? Could I really trust them, or would they betray me in the end like always?Hunger growled in my stomach. I was still recovering from being locked in a room for two days. I went down to the kitchen to make myself some breakfast. Oatmeal sounded good. I hoped I would be in the kitchen alone as I made breakfast. I needed time to think.To my surprise, Ezekiel was in the kitchen already, making his own breakfast. He never did that. I was the one who always made breakfast for them. Strange. The room smelled like coffee, eggs, and Ezekiel. “Good morning, Rhea,” he said, his voice still husky from sleep. “Did . . . did you sleep well?”“I did,” I replied, pouring myself a cup of coffee. I’d never seen him anxious before. I also pr

RheaDylan looked mischievous as he pulled my underwear out of the drawer. He looked at it lustfully and showed it off to his brothers. Soon they had all but forgotten about moving me into a new room and were just playing around with my underwear.My cheeks go red. I thought I might die from embarrassment. They were all playing with them and sniffing them.“Stop it, you guys! Just give them back!” I started trying feebly to move after them, but they were so much taller and faster than I was.They started a playful game of keep away, which started off as fun and turned into a little bit of teasing each time. I got close to them and they would pull it away just in time that I would run up against them. They seemed to think my touch was delicious. I had to admit—at least to myself—that I enjoyed it too. Soon it was not only a game of keeping my underwear away, but seeing how much they could touch me while I tried to grab them.“Come on, Rhea, you can do it,” Ezekiel tea

RheaThe boys had never treated me better. They showered me with gifts and, oddly enough, money so I could go buy my own things. I was actually able to go on shopping sprees for myself. The twins especially seemed to want to spoil me. They rarely left my side. They gave me money whenever they had it. They gave me shoes, new clothes, new books, and more. It was wonderful.There was a hidden edge to it, though, at least in my head. They were giving me too much too fast. It felt like there was some sinister plot brewing in the background, waiting for the perfect moment to turn on me and make me the butt of the joke once again. I couldn’t sit and enjoy my newfound love and adoring mates because I was too busy waiting for the other shoe to drop. Not only that, but I couldn’t stop thinking about all the girls the twins had dated. All the girls must have been treated exactly like this. Jealousy stirred in my heart. I knew it was stupid—they were my mates, after all—but I couldn’t he

RheaI held my breath. After training with Ezekiel, I felt reasonably confident. But I did not want to fight Anastasia. Her eyes looked red and menacing. I knew she had been looking forward to a chance to fight me when no one would stop her. I was certain she would kill me if I left myself open. I wondered if the boys would intervene before it got to that point.I looked at Ezekiel and Lionel. Both of them looked at me confidently. They looked like they had no doubt I could win this fight. I tried not to let them know that I did not feel as confident.Anastasia smirked at me menacingly.“Are you ready?” she snarled. She sounded like she wanted to throw some other choice words in there, but changed her mind. I just knotted, not trusting my voice.As we started the fight, we danced around the mat waiting for the other person to strike first. It had been my experience that whoever struck first had the disadvantage. I watched Anastasia‘s footwork and tried to predict her mov