Chapter 1 One

I jerked up from sleep, making my green duvet cover pool around my waist as the front door closed with a loud bang. They are at it again, I thought while throwing a quick glance at the alarm clock that sat on my window.

It was 2:47 am. Fuck.

"Luna!" My stepfather yelled from upstairs, and my heart picked up in fright. I can't handle another beating from Marcus-he already had his turn yesterday morning.

My door was without any lock to protect me from them, and I knew he would be here soon.

"Luna!" I heard again, but this time it wasn't the voice of my stepfather Marcus; it was his son, Aron.

I could hear their footsteps as they made their way down the basement, and my breathing increased, knowing that they were both coming to my room. What I would be receiving would be far worse.

I threw the duvet cover off my body, making it land on the floor, and stumbled face-flat on the ground. I looked down to see that the sheet had wrapped around my feet.

Kicking my feet out, I got up and ran to my wardrobe, about to open it and hide inside when both Aron, my stepbrother, and Marcus stumbled into the room.

My hands tightened on the handle, and my body shook with fear. I cast my eyes to the ground, knowing how much they hate it if I make eye contact with them.

"My, my. Look what we have here," Marcus slurred and stumbled slightly as he approached me.

Never move from your spot. That was my number one rule after I tried running from their punches a couple of times as they hit me. They loved the game of chase as it gives them more thrill to chase after their prey. Me.

I learned to stay in one place and receive it all after the ninth time.

His sweaty hand roughly pulled my hair back, making me look up at him, but I quickly shifted my gaze to the hole on the wall.

"Look at me, bitch!" He spat-literally on my face, but I knew it was just one of his games again.

"A-alph-a," I stammered when his rough hand grabbed my left butt cheek painfully while pushing my body closer to his.

"Much better," he grinned with his yellow crooked teeth on full display.

I looked over to Aron and prayed to the goddess that he would stop his father from whatever he planned to do, only to see a sly smile on his lips as he gazed at my body.

I pushed at Marcus when I felt his manhood pushing at my belly from his slacks.

"N-no!" I cried out, jerking my head in every which way while pushing at his shoulders.

"What did I say about talking, hmm?" Marcus sneered, his hand leaving my butt only to come on my face, whipping my head to the side and a whimper leaving my lips.

The slap stung, but it's nothing compared to what they've done and what they'll do to me.

The slap didn't stop me, though, as I kept on fighting against his hold. I heard Aron's footsteps, and I watched as he walked behind me.

"He said stop, you slut!" Aron shouted in my ear with a tight hold on my neck, not enough to crush my windpipe but enough to have me gasping for breath.

Aron thrust his hip forward, rubbing himself on my butt. I felt disgusted, and my skin crawled with tiny spiders.

My fifty-year-old stepfather tore the handle of my white nightgown, leaving only the right hand to hold the cloth on my body.

It all became real to me, and there and then, I knew I had to leave before anything happens.

I jerked my head back with as much force as I could muster, hitting Aron on the nose, and as I heard his cry of pain and felt his blood touch the skin on my neck, it gave me satisfaction.

With newfound determination to leave this house and pack that never cared about me, I raised my knee high and hit my stepfather where the sun doesn't shine.

He dropped to the ground with a groan while cupping his dick.

I ran to the stairs, already on the fourth step when my left foot was held by Aron's fat hand, making me fall and hitting my head on the edge of one of the steps.

"Bitch," he spat.

Hot liquid ran down my face, but I had no time to stop it from entering my eyes as my main focus was on my stepbrother who still had his hand wrapped around my leg.

I used my right foot to kick the hand that was now dragging me down, but he wouldn't let go. I noticed Marcus getting up, and in fright, I used both legs to kick Aron in the face.

How I had done that? I had no idea, but I am thankful to the Moon.

"You have nowhere to run to, Luna, and when I find you, I will kill you!" Those were the last words of Marcus I heard before pushing the door open.

The wind slapped against my face as I ran for the woods, cooling down the stings on my face.

Even though I am a werewolf, the night was too dark for me to see the path before me, and my body in much pain for me to shift. I blindly ran nonstop, the twigs and branches scratching on my skin and making holes in my cloth.

The sun was now up, and I decided it was time to take a rest. I had been running for hours.

I gasped and panted as I sat down under a tree to take a breather. I folded my arms together and rested my head on it while using my knee to support my arms.

Sweat dripped from my hair down to my chin before dropping on a dried leaf.

"Who's there?" A husky male voice said, making me jerk my head to the left so fast it almost gave me whiplash.

At first, I thought it was either Marcus, Aron, or someone from Dark Moon pack, my pack, but calmed down when I couldn't recognize the voice.

"Show yourself," said the male voice, and shakily I got up, using the wall to support my weak body.

Right before me was the most handsome man I have ever seen. My heart started beating fast and loud against my rib cage, and this time not from fear but from something else... Love?

I took in a deep breath, and my nostrils instantly filled with his scent. Cinnamon and rain.

Mate! Mate! Mate! My wolf kept yelling inside of me, clawing at the invisible wall I put between us.

His eyes roamed my body, starting from the nest on my head to each wound and torn part of my clothing.

I shifted uncomfortably on my foot and crossed my arms around my chest.

He sauntered forward, and I cast my eyes down with my cheeks burning up. Goddess, this man is devilishly handsome.

"Look at me, mate," he whispered, and slowly, I raised my head to look up at him.

I swiped my tongue across my dried lip before sucking on the lower lip. It was a nervous action I picked up after mom passed away. His green eyes snapped to the action before moving back to meet my brown eyes.

"Who did this to you?" He asked, referring to the cuts on my body and my torn nightgown.

"I-i," I stammered before my eyes widened at the sound of twigs snapping behind me, and my breathing increased.

"They are just my men," the green-eyed man said when he noticed the frightened look on my face. I nodded and released the breath I never knew I was holding.

"Since you're on my territory, I will have to take you back to my pack," he added.

"You're alpha?" I asked with eyes widened, and he nodded, his lip twitching a little into a half-smile before going back to their original position.

"Yes. Alpha Landon of Green Hill pack," Landon replied, puffing out his chest in pride.

I nodded, still in awe at how young he is to be an Alpha.

He jerked his head to the side to the men who I now noticed were coming out of the tree line.

They went forward, including Landon, but I just stood there, unsure if I should follow them.

Landon stopped, turned back, and arched his perfectly trimmed left brow to me, and I blushed once more before shuffling forward to stand beside him.