All Chapters of His Fanged Luna: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Emma.The night wasn't any better. It seemed my terror followed me right into the dreamland. I was walking through a dense forest, the ground underneath my feet was damp and I could smell moss and clay around me. Kael was beside me, his presence was comforting, calming. He looked down at me occasionally, his lips twitching into a seductive smile. “We’re almost out,” he said, his voice deep and reassuring. I nodded, relieved, but the forest seemed to stretch endlessly ahead of us. Then, without warning, his demeanor changed. Kael stopped abruptly and turned to me, his expression was suddenly dark and full of anger. Before I could ask what was wrong, he shoved me hard and I stumbled backward. “Kael?” I gasped. He didn’t answer. Instead, Selene suddenly stepped out and slid her delicate hand into his. She looked radiant as she leaned toward him. Kael didn’t hesitate, he passionately kissed her, right in front of me. I felt my heart shatter, the pain as real as if it had ph

Emma.The car door shut with a heavy thud and I sat stiffly beside lord Roger. The leather seat beneath me was cold, and the silence inside the car made my ear ring. I was sold. I was now a property. I was a thing. Roger didn’t look at me, he didn't even act like I was beside him. His face turned to the window. A woman came closer, she was clearly his servant. She reached across me and threw a thick shawl over my shoulders. “Cover yourself up,” she said. “The master doesn’t like seeing too much skin.” Her words made me blink. I could almost hear Regina's voice in my head. About Roger. A man that bought slaves and pets. He was a monster. “I know all about you,” I said, my voice shaking as I turned to face him. “You buy women like they’re objects. Pets. Slaves. I will never be one of them.” Roger didn’t even flinch. He didn’t so much as glance in my direction. Instead, his face remained impassive. The only slight change was that I noticed his jaw clenched slightly. “Drive,” he

Emma.I woke to the sound of Deborah’s voice again, coming into the tiny room I now called my quarters. “Emma! Get up! You’ve got work to do, girl!” I groaned, rubbing my eyes, feeling every muscle in my body protest as I sat up. The stuffy air and thin bedding hadn’t done much to ease my exhaustion. Before I could even form a coherent thought, Deborah had already opened the door and stepped in, standing over me, arms folded and lips pressed into a thin line. She looked as stern as she had yesterday and Emma wished she'd been sold anywhere else and not here. “Get up! lord Roger needs his breakfast served early. You were expected in the kitchen five minutes ago,” she barked. “And make sure his tea is brewed just right, black, strong, no sugar. His eggs are soft but not runny. You mess it up, and you're in for a scolding.” I nodded, biting back the urge to tell her I wasn’t some seasoned cook or maid. Instead, I dragged myself up, threw on the most presentable thing I could fi

Emma. The dining room was pretty loud as the alphas carried on with their dinner. They chatted about pack politics, war tactics and the price of slaves in the auction market. I sat on a bench near the wall, my hands clasped tightly in my lap, trying to make myself invisible. The sting of the slap still lingered on my cheek. But I knew that I couldn't do anything about it. I was a slave. And I wasn’t allowed to leave, not yet. Not until the evening ended and the decision to hand me over was finalized. Every passing minute dragged on like an eternity. "Wait here," one of the guards had grunted, his tone devoid of any form of sympathy. "And don’t move unless you’re told." So I waited, fighting back the urge to cry, as I patiently let my new master finish his dinner and take me for the night. When the alphas finally began to rise from their seats, their chairs scraping against the floor, I tensed. The man who had demanded me, Stanley, they’d called him, sauntered over t

Emma. The kitchen was quiet as I stepped inside. It was early morning and I hadn't done anything but shower and rush to the kitchen to catch up with lord Roger's early breakfast. My heart still raced from the events of the previous night, but I tried my best to push the memories aside and focus on my task. Roger’s breakfast was my responsibility, and I couldn’t afford to fail again. I moved swiftly, gathering ingredients and utensils. Soon, the smell of sizzling bacon filled the air as I fried it to a crisp. I laid out the eggs, toast, and a perfectly cooked steak. I carefully arranged everything on a tray and for a second, I took pride in the presentation. Just as I was reaching for the freshly brewed pot of coffee, a low voice startled me. “Well, well, if it isn’t the lady of the house.” I spun around, my heart plummeting at the sight of the guard from last night. He stood in the doorway. “What are you doing here?” I demanded, trying to keep my voice steady. He smi