Loving you
Was the most exquisite form
Of self destruction

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These eyes of mine, they roam too much. My lips. They've kissed tears away and they've spewed words of divinely wicked sin.

These clammy hands, they attract such heated attention, growing sweatier as if I am hurdling a bead of the sun inside of my scrutiny, even my back may slouch and bounce with every confident step I take just because I hold the weight of every mountain, every star, and boldened dissipating planet to carry for a burden before it bursts into fragments.

But I hold it steadily anyway despite buckling knees that whine and petition for osteotomy.

It scares me how much I can remember. Despite the faintest of memories my mind proposes for me to remember during a passing moment which is traumatic, and nonsensical. Each and every time I close my eyes, for I am no longer surrounded by the familiar but another wooded creak deluged by clouded dreams which consumes me and all that I know.

What do I know?

I know that I am neither sleeping or awake because the wind that stirs around me strokes strands of my hair across my face, making my nerves shiver even under my impressionable integument, and that I am chilly even more now that I have realized that I'm naked.

This isn't a dream state and yet I feel like my feet are floating inside of an oceanic supplement or better, swimming in midair.
Surprisingly, for the first time that I have returned here, I am neither chained or in restraints. Freely provocative against natural or eternal wallowing instinct.

My feet almost mold perfectly into the soil, like they've been here all along and only my mind has been gone. They crinkle and bury themselves deeper almost becoming rooted permanently.

I am even more grounded than I've ever been or that I'll ever be for that matter.

A gush of winds fleets outside the shallow part of my earlobe just enough for my shoulders to slack as I inhale wickedly, breathing in. It reminds me that I've been alive only because my body wishes me too while holding my breathe taints my cheeks ruby, as a ache develops warmly in every place that is exposed.

Something is breaking, and before I could finally be graced upon my own two feet again, I have fallen as a snap could be rung over my head.

"I just have to know,"  With eyelids that are glued shut, my arms are barricaded around my backside. If pain is around me, I no longer feel it. "Do you believe in sacrifices?" The voice is dauntless with the right amount of tease added towards the end of their inquiry which is short lived— awaiting my answer. I couldn't answer right away. I was too lost, too stunned to speak. I am given the sense it's just isn't that simple.

Perhaps this only a dream right? I've always been here. Lost in time. "For the right thing? Yes." I answered back into the void of nothing. Any moment now I will simply wake up. I could feel the distant reality plummeting into the pits of the truth, back where I belonged. "For love?" The voice asked even more curious than before, rapidly I shook my head. "Love. Yes, definitely Love." I chimed.

Immensely, my world began to fall. My eyes were granted permission to see, feeling lulled without excitement. While my optics rolled to the back being tucked neatly behind their sockets, time had frozen at a stand still parallel while I gazed at the reflection of my body displayed flat against my bed. I had been lost in translucency, unaware of the promise I had made to a stranger whom I've never seen before inside of this unconscious realm.

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Almost being catapulted back into a congested world of endless summers and ounces of stale rain, Vera had awoken to the sound of rattling, irritable noises— nearly jumping out of her skin at the clinging in her ears.

With widened; enlarged eyes, she found someone covering their face with a frying pan while also managing to pound the frying pan with silvery spatulas inciting the noise which had inevitably interrupted her slumber. Vera's fist immediately began to clench as her jaw ticked, her eyebrows narrowing together out of spite at the figure which stood before her still causing the ruckus. "You've got to be out of your mind!" She curses, before shoving the person at their gut. Vera hurriedly got out of the bed ready to pounce on the person who erupted into fits of giggles.

However, Vera failed to find the joke. When the pan had fallen from the top of the person's face, she trailed her burning gaze from their foot to the top of their head only to stagger back out of shock. "I'm sorry," Still laughing their head off, the blonde girl tossed the pan to the side. "I just couldn't resist." She concluded. Vera almost hadn't recognized the petite blonde woman who still stood only a few inches shorter than herself. With the invisible baby bump nearly vanished, She found herself pulling Eve inward to a soft hugging embrace.

"Eve!" Vera all but shrieked, "I haven't seen you in so long, what brings you here?" Vera pinched Eve's cheeks as she blushed. Vera was still very naked with the bed sheets wrapped around her tightly. Eve smirked more to herself at Vera's appearance but decided not to comment on it, "You look so beautiful, Luna." Eve remarked, "Prince Alexander has sent me into his chambers to reclaim you." She stated still cascading her fingers throughout Vera's knotted hair.

Vera's mind ran blank once the memories of the previous night reprimanded inside of her head, pulling at her heartstrings. Why had he decided to leave her like he did, what had she done? Vera craved her mate so dismally to the point that it hurt and stung in the deepest parts of her chest. Eve was still speaking, complimenting Vera on her looks as she tug Vera into the bathroom and yet the explicit profile of Alexander burying his fingers into her dripping cunt, watered her mouth and made her legs shake.

"What is that he needs me for?" Vera spoke dismissively. She gauged her reflection into the mirror before clamping her hand over the love bites, and marks he placed all around her neck. Eve ushered her over the sink before shutting on the faucet to the tub, "I believe he plans on introducing you to pack today. Also you are going to train alongside his members." Eve grabbed few oils and smell good soaps, dumping them all into the pool.

Vera scoffed, still inspecting the aftermath Alexander left underneath her breasts and between her thighs. "I'm usually isolated around here, I wonder what made him initiate such actions all of a sudden." Eve's smirk returned again, before issuing Vera to remove the sheets, which reluctantly Vera did before hurriedly getting into the bath tub. "I wasn't allowed to see you for awhile." Eve manages to say, Vera simply nods beginning to bathe herself lathering the bubbles and rose scents in to her skin.

Eve started to comb Vera's dark brown tresses softly as she scrubbed all the dirt and gunk from her hair, "After that stunt we pulled, that escapade to run away, our mates sort of came to an agreement to keep us apart. Just until after I bore my child." Vera hums at the gentleness of Eve's soft fingers palming her scalp. "Where is your baby, by the way?" Vera shortly asks, closing her eyes. "She's with her daddy." Eve stated with a low smile wavering on top of her lips.

As the conversation reached its climax, minutes had passed before Vera had pulled the plug out of the water, standing up to swathe a towel around her body. She draped her hair over her shoulders, "I really hope these bruises aren't as noticeable." Vera mutters, "If you mean those love bites, nothing could possibly hide those." Eve teases. Vera groans aloud, waddling back into Alexander's room. She sighs even more after pulling out his drawer to reveal his clothes. She seriously needed a wardrobe of her, she was tired of his all jet black and baggy pants aesthetic.

Eve shuffled out from behind her, "Oh don't worry, I brought clothes of my own you could wear." She introduces a beige sports bra and black shorts to pair, Vera smiles warmly after thanking the delta female. Vera discarded the towel, pulling the bra over head sheepishly. Without the pregnant belly, Eve was undeniably much smaller than Vera in the bust area. While Eve had more voluptuous hips, Vera was more slim and rounded at the bottom of her waist. On the other hand compared to the bra Eve gave her, Vera needed more room.

She tug the black elastic shorts over her legs, while they were spacey around her hips they squeezed her ass at the bottom appearing more high waisted than they seemed. While Vera's breasts bursted outside of the straps of the bra. They were more perkier being pinched for dear life. "Come on Vera. We don't want to make your mate madder than what he already is!" Eve instructed, she soon pulled Vera by the wrist outside of the door.

Vera followed Eve without sparing another word as she still adjusted the tight outfit she sported. She grimaced not liking the idea of looking so revealing to the entirety of his pack
for first time. Surely though, Vera shrugs as they made it outside in front of the castle hall justly in front of the clearing.

"Took you long enough, Vera what's wrong with you." The sound of another familiar voice astounding, Vera shiny smiled as the beta came to stand in front of her, he looked far from pleased. "Hi Hector!" Vera beamed, but immediately her friendly banter ceases as he continues to frown at her. "Vera, it's about time you stand in line." He instituted.

Before Vera could respond, a group of females collectively spun her around into their group. Parading her in a circle with exclamations and questions, "I should be the first to fight her!"

"You're weak, it should be me!"

"All of you stand aside. I'm going to be the one to tear her throat open!"

Three differentiating voices, three women ranging between a variety of sizes. They all shared a common goal, and that was to get a taste of the one who imposed as their alpha's mate, their soon to be Luna. Possibly their queen. Beading eyes gauged the sudden friction with their solid bodies colliding against what they thought was so fragile. These women with veiny arms and slender torsos, whom considered theirselves very much more deserving of such title than the younger juvenile, Vera was. "What is going on here?" Vera growled out in confusion, "I thought I was here to train." She'd fought their roaming hands away, ones that pulled at strands of her hair while others pinched and probed at her skin.

Hector took three long strides towards her, his frustration more than evident displayed on his face as he glared at her seamlessly. "You are here to be thrusted into the pack likewise before being proclaimed as Luna," his head fell back curtly as he looked more profound— even bored out of his mind as if he was wasting his time here. "Do you understand what comes with that?" He folded his arms across his chest but Vera's eyes focused more on the sight behind him.

Vera's line of vision in-heightened at the view of the men who took place justly in formative battle, around more than fifty men. She could sniffle out the aroma of a particular male and yet he was nowhere to be found. "It comes with competition sweety," A woman snickered out wickedly before kicking the shallow region of Vera's knee, causing her to double over forward. Hector sighed before facepalming himself. Before Vera could register that she'd submitted in a fetal position, soon she'd been tossed over on her backside.

Vera's eye twitched as the beaming sun became all the more prominent from above her. Did she know what came with being a Luna or even half princess? The answer should've been simple, silver plates and utensils; while also being loved and granted respect from everyone endlessly. Instead from what Vera could gather, she received nothing but women who not only threatened her position but also evidently wanted her counterpart, her male. It was vicious and dispersing inside the wood of what potentially drove her insane. It only infuriated her more when these manlier women claimed to have been all the more entitled to her place beside her mate.

Vera had fallen so scathingly that once she had gotten back on her feet, she swayed side to side. "I don't want to do this," While the woman all came about, trapping her inside only their close proximity, she flared her nostrils out of anguish. "Where is my Alpha?" Hector curled his fingers throughout his hair as he spat into the ground just in front of her naked feet. "He's out of your mind, child. This has to be done." The muscles rippled underneath Hector's skin as the contour filled with fluid congestion.

Hector mumbled another single incoherent word before all the women pounced on her. Two from behind, three more from each side while five tackled her legs in effort to tear her down. Vera released an irritated growl, meekly becoming muffled by the weight of the crowd. More and more women began to pile on top of her, squeezing and striking her from the top of their sweaty bodies. Somehow in some deranged way, all of their hits connected. "Vera Lee, you have to learn to face these obstacles. Otherwise you will  fail your service to this pack." The astounding demise which left Hector's voice, established its meaning from all the growls and massive ambush.

Vera's face dug deeper into mud and the longer one clawed at her ankles and drove their elbow into her abdomen, she questioned herself why hadn't she called upon the beast which hid beneath her enclosure of skin? Why was it so hard to fall back and release the fend? The feral would surely ensure a rather dominating survival while also defeating the alleged opposers who claimed they were feasting competitors. It only starved her more when the thought of another woman tracing their nasty talons down her mate's chest or at all touching his physique.

Nevertheless, summoning the feral is the last thing Vera Lee wanted to do. It was too quick yet painful, more than overwhelming. It prickled on the inside and stirred emotions within the pit of her stomach that she'd almost lost herself inside of during the last time she called upon it. She never realized how afraid for the first she was to... breathe. With fully knowing the chance she was given oxygen, while her head was metaphorically hoisted above water— the beast would soon take over. Causing her to plunder, without another glimpse of the world, she'd drown.

As nerves became frantic, her bones became frigid— Vera still fought back the courage to shift into her wolf and instead, she shoved at her opponents. Fully aware she would not win due to the lack of experience in combat, she still managed to fist her knuckles, lurching all of her power into her kicks and curling jabs. Vera took her turns, straightening her bended knees until she had thrown most of the weight off of her lower half, soon she'd felt the impact of a hand punching her cheek which pulsated as soon as the punch delivered.

Vera groaned as she received a booted kick to her pancreas while tears whelmed inside of her eyelids. "I've never wanted to be Luna in the first place," Vera spat out before collecting the hair of the woman who inflicted a thump to her skull. "But not any of these women will be chanced at stealing the title from me." Vera's chest violently vibrated, registering the most throaty bellow she could muster. Soon the woman's head had been bashed into a mud hole. The lady had winced aloud before Vera continuously slammed her forehead into a grass plane.

Vera gritted her teeth compulsively before more bodies collected once again on top of her, damn near this time fully suffocating her integrity. The energetic surge she was felt depleted as she refused to fight back again. "Why are you holding back?" Hector obstructed.

Vera's throat became raw as a cry escaped her esophagus, someone had bitten into her lower thigh, slicing threw flesh. Vera collapsed mercilessly, however only seconds before she would give in and secede, the melody she'd been longing to hear, grew more ear deafening and alarming as padding feet approached the area of where the training; battle took place. She'd recognized his voice almost immediately as he made demands, scaring everyone; including her shitless. "Hector where is my mate." He didn't yell, he never raised his voice. He remained steady with all but his shaking palms at his side. As he gauged the sight of everyone plummeting their weight onto a smaller figure.

It only had taken a second for him to register what was going on. He could smell her shedded blood which stained nature's regressive green carpet and it made his stomach flourish with turmoil, "Get off of my damned mate. Right Now!" Alexander barked into the void of his anger which surfaced instantly swarming with indignation. "I said, get off of her." All but a warning, before the Prince charged into the sea of bodies, collectively thrashing his weight until he could physically feel the embodiment of Vera inside of his hands.

He'd torn throats, lividly and effectively moving. Everyone he'd got his hands on, felt his rage as he'd crumpled them into sand; crushing them to pieces. Brutally, he didn't care to spare a life. He'd praised his pack to be sick and cruel. Never showing restraint to no one, not even himself. Once he'd secured his mate inside of his chest, he stepped away from all of the broken bodies, pushed the remnants of the people aside and carried her bridal style,

His jaw ticked once his eyes met Beta Hector's, his eyebrows knitted as he cursed under his breath, "What had I orchestrated for you to pull something like this?" Is all Alexander could say as his shoulders slacked, he began his trail back into the mansion not before stopping in front of his second in command, "Why had you done something like this! I demanded you to train her. That is all I asked of you." Hector heavily sighed before scoffing, "You asked me to train her ideally in the design of a leader." Hector retorted.

"A leader in which a Luna is. She is no Luna."

Alexander reeled his fist backward, readily to plant it directly into Hector's face but he instead he only released a dark chuckle. One that was knowing, mixed with irony.

"You have no idea what you just cursed upon yourself, brother." With a pointed finger stabbing at Hector's chest, Alexander took one last look around as the entirety of his pack gawked at their prince of malice. The alpha who bled waves of torture, with means of ensuing punishment. "All of you, will receive the proper repercussions of allowing this to happen to my female tonight." Alexander only stated, where he soon took long intolerable strides.

"All of you. Believe Me."

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