"So, the moon goddess gave the mark to her." I was walking with guards on either side of me, and l heard other slaves whisper to themselves. "Is she trying to make it harder for us? She can't be the one. I heard that she had a miscarriage," another one answered.

"First, stand here as we wait for the elders," The so-called beta ordered when we stopped in one of the rooms. "I want to vomit." I instantly turned when I heard one of the guards murmuring. I felt like crying when our gazes met. Most of them had their noses wrinkled in disgust. I was filthy, and I was aware of it.

"I don't even think I can get hard by looking at her, nor fuck her." My left eye twitched in annoyance when I heard them continue. I couldn't do anything to them even if I tried. "Goddess, I feel bad for Alpha Damien." I heard one of them remark. "He might reject her," another one commented. They went on chatting as I silently fumed.

But before I could think of how to go through it, the large oak doors soon opened. I felt all the hot air and anger deflate in nothing, but terror and fear started to build in the pit of my stomach. It was definitely my time. I wasn't killed in the forest, but I would definitely be killed now. I just had a bad feeling about it.

Suddenly the guards stopped whispering when the old man walked in. I didn't know who he was, but he looked harsh. He was followed by five old men, which the guards greeted with their heads bowed down. I felt like I was out of breath at the sight of them.

"Bring her in," the first old man, who seemed harsh, spoke with authority. His voice held the same power and dominance as leaders, evidently showing that he was once a leader. The guards dragged me to my feet, and my body ached with each step I took.

I could tell the two guards couldn't wait to take their hands from me because they kept rubbing their palms on their pants. I was filthy, so they decided to drag me as if I didn't have legs.

When we stopped, I raised my head and realized that the old men had sat in the chairs. It was a courtroom, and everything looked neat and clean. In the back of the room, there was a giant expensive-looking cherry wood desk in the center with a fair bookcase at the left. And right next to the bookcase was a small door.

My eyes trailed from the window to the small gate, and my head whirled with escape routes that didn't seem possible. They were too small, and I couldn't possibly escape. 'How am I going to get out of this mess?' I wondered as I lowered my head. The men gazed at me, and I was already feeling sicker than I was.

Based on what I was currently feeling, I felt as if I would puke my guts out again, but I didn't eat a thing, so there was nothing left to throw up. However, the immense pain and exhaustion were driving me off the edge.

"Does she have the mark?" I felt goosebumps all over my body when I heard one of them ask. "Yes sir," one of the guards said with respect. "Undress her." I instantly froze in my tracks after hearing it. "We saw it glow last night." My eyes brimmed with hot tears as the guards walked towards me.

My body trembled in fear as I slowly moved a few steps back. "That girl is a human. How is that possible?" One of the old men murmured as he stared at me with disbelief. "We saw it," one confirmed. I closed my eyes and felt their rough hands slowly pull the torn hoodie off my body.

"Don't undress her."

Just as the guards were undressing me, a stern voice suddenly echoed throughout the room. Everyone turned to the man who spoke with dominance. I was also shocked. The moment my eyes fell on the person, I instantly froze. Falling for men at first sight, wasn't for me, but this man was undeniably handsome.

He had dirty blonde spiky hair, a nice chiselled jawline, pink lips, and eyes that had a mixture of dark blue and light grey. 'Is he the Alpha?' I asked myself. "Damien, you don't..." one of the elders protested, but he cut them off.

"She has the mark, and I know it. Undressing her is useless," he reiterated before turning to me. As soon as our gazes met, I couldn't help but tremble like prey in front of the predator. My heart skipped a beat from the sheer terror. I used to think Jack was feared, but this one was worse. There was a dark aura screaming all over him, and he had all the characteristics of a feared and influential leader.

Despite that, disgust was also plastered on his face. I wasn't shocked since everyone in the room looked at me with disgust. It evidently showed that they didn't like me. "That woman is a human who just had a miscarriage," the old man, who seemed harsh this time, voiced out.

"I am aware." The sheer power and dominance of his aura had me kneeling down. His body was tense as a wounded spring, ready to snap. "She isn't going to be my mate but just my breeder," he continued.

"Breeder?" My eyes were now the size of saucers, and I gasped in shock. Carrying a baby in my womb was utterly impossible.

"You're right. That woman needs to be your surrogate. The pack can't be ruled by a human Luna". I was too stunned to speak and couldn't move an inch as I heard the elders talk. "You need to get one of the strong she-wolves and make her your Luna," The harsh man this time commented, directing the words to Damien.

"I already have her," He replied with his eyes on me. I shrugged in confusion. That had nothing to do with me. "Since she is a stranger, she needs to be treated like one. The dungeon is the best place." I instantly turned my eyes to the old man who suggested that. He wanted me to stay with the slaves.

'I am a stranger, then set me free...' I helplessly whispered while looking up at the elders. I already had my problems and didn't want more. The man frowned when he heard me and gritted his teeth. "Take her right now!" He looked undeniably displeased. His tall nose also wrinkled in disgust, probably because of how lousy I smelled.

In return, I focused my gaze on him. If looks could kill, I thought he would have killed me for staring straight into his eyes. "No, let that woman remain in my chambers," the Alpha growled. "No! Why me? I have done nothing wrong to you!"

A series of desperate cries escaped from my mouth as I stared at him. I had thought he would be merciful, but he looked coldly at me instead. "That woman stinks. Take her right now!" He commanded with his eyes fixed indifferently unto me. "Please let me go!" I begged; my voice barely audible from crying. "Please, I am a human. I am useless to you! Let me go. I know nothing about you!" I screamed while trying to remove my hands from the guard's grip. "Please... " I looked up at the young one with blurry eyes, still thinking that he would have mercy on me.

"Cover her eyes with a blindfold. I still can't believe that the Moon Goddess chose her to be my mate out of all the women on Earth." He commanded, then angrily marched out of the room. "Let me go!" With the strength I had left, I shouted and felt a man slip a black cloth into my eyes.

"Let me go, you bastards! I am not like you! I did no offense to get the mark!" I screamed and cried till I felt my throat hurt. It was all useless because, just like before, the guards dragged me without mercy. "If you say anything more, you will be killed instantly. You are the one who was chosen, so bear with it." I choked back a scream that threatened to bubble out of my throat. This was my fate now. I could no longer escape.

"Mmmm, aaahh, let me go!" Recalling everything that had happened, I whimpered and cried silently until I was thrown into one of the rooms. As soon as I heard the door being closed, l removed the black fold from my eyes and then dropped down on the floor. "No! No..." A loud scream escaped my mouth.

Even after losing my baby, their heartless Moon Goddess chose me to be a sex slave to beasts. 'Why me? I did nothing wrong...' Tears flowed down my cheeks as I helplessly crawled like a baby. I was in dire need of using a bathroom, but I couldn't feel my legs which had blood dried on them.

'My husband, my best friend, my baby, everything in the world has betrayed me.' I swallowed the thick lump in my throat as I thought about it. 'No... there is still a chance. I need to get revenge...' As I slowly crawled to the bathroom, I felt my nails dig crescents into my palms. I had no idea how l would get out of this mess, but I had to collect myself together for revenge.

After finally relieving myself, I sighed dejectedly and looked in the bathroom corner. The shower was calling me, but I didn't want to bathe. "My baby, my baby..." Once again, I felt the tears flowing down my cheek, but instead of making my way to the shower, I got up and plopped myself on the queen-sized bed in the room.

Without caring about the white sheets on the bed, I lay comfortably, and slowly my eyes started to close on their own accord. All the high stress and anxiety were putting a strain on me, and I couldn't wait to sleep.

However, I heard shuffling around the door before I could even get a wink of rest. "I thought breeders were immortal." Just like before, I heard one of the guards’ whispers. "Can you imagine trying to pup her with force?" The other guard laughed. "I feel so bad for Alpha Damien. I even wonder whether the pup will be cute." They laughed again, but I couldn't attack them even though I felt insulted. They were werewolves. I only doubted the issue of giving birth since I knew it was impossible.

Their laughter continued for a few minutes but eventually died when I heard them stop and greet someone. Someone important must have passed by. However, to my surprise, the door swung open, and I froze. I didn't want anyone to enter, but I couldn't do anything.

My gaze fell upon a reasonably elderly woman entering the room. I tried shifting my attention to the pillow when I saw her nose wrinkling in disgust. Her blue eyes widened in a slight shock, but she soon regained her composure.

"You reek!" She exclaimed. "I have tried my best to accept that the Moon Goddess chose you as my son's mate, but I will not bear with a Luna who doesn't care about personal hygiene! You are old enough already to be acting that way." Her voice sounded as if she was scolding me, but I didn't find it offensive since what she said was the truth. I still had dried blood on my legs and needed a bath.

But before I could even reply to her, the sound of the guards laughing reverberated through the room. I felt my cheeks heat in embarrassment, so I didn't bother to say anything. I quickly swallowed what was left of my pride and dragged myself up. I brushed what was left of my hair using my fingers to make myself look presentable.

"Hurry up and bathe." She instructed in a mother-like voice, which I immediately obliged. "Yes, I am going to do it." I nodded with tears brimming in my eyes. I kept being reminded of my unborn child, which made me sad.

I lost my own child, and here I am, being told I would be a surrogate for a beast.

When the old lady left the room, I slowly walked to the bathroom, ashamed of what had just happened. The first thing I did inside the washroom was brushed my teeth using the spare toothbrush on the counter. I vomited a few hours ago, and my mouth was sour. I coated the brush excessively without minding. I groaned out when the minty flavor coated my teeth and tongue. After all those days, it felt good to have something clean in my mouth.

Never thought that a menial thing such as brushing my teeth would hit me hard with such relief. I never would have thought of myself being sold to the werewolves too. It all happened mysteriously, just like how I lost my baby.

After some time, I stood under the shower, the water was warm, but I groaned when it hit my sore muscles. Every part of my body was aching too much.

****

With so much struggle, I managed to open up my eyes. I turned my head, squinting only to find the sun's bright rays streaming through the window. Though it was already morning, my vision was still blurry as I looked around with sleep-laden eyes. 'What am I doing here?' I mumbled to myself as I climbed off the bed.

Slowly, I tried to walk, but my legs collapsed just as I went to the bathroom, causing me to fall onto the cold floor. 'Get a grip!' my subconscious reprimanded me, but the stomach pangs were getting worse.

With all the strength I could muster, I finally got up and went inside the bathroom. Horror and disbelief greeted me when I saw my reflection. I couldn't believe it. When the woman told me to shower, I humbly followed but didn't wash properly. Now that I looked at myself, I understood why the guards were laughing at me. I looked terrible; my hair was wild, like a bird's nest, with strands of hair sticking out in different directions and the wounds all over my body complimented my helpless state.

'My skin...' I thought as tears rolled down my cheek. I had minor wounds covered in blood all over my body. 'The mark?' I suddenly thought and checked my reflection in the mirror once again. As unbelievable as it was, I really had a mark, and it was glowing. 'How did I get it?' I walked back to the bed, lost in my thoughts. 'Why didn't I have it before?' I sat down on the bed, wondering.

'But... why me out of all women? I have faced a lot of troubles already...' I felt weak as I questioned the events happening in my life. I was on the verge of crying as I plopped down on the bed to rest. Without a minute passed, just when I had just made myself comfortable, I heard a sudden jiggling of keys outside the room.

Someone was going to enter, but whoever it was, I now didn't care. I just got the duvet and covered myself. Surprisingly this time, it wasn't the old lady. Instead, a lady dressed up in an apron came in. She had a polite look on her face and looked like someone in her early thirties.

With a broom and dustpan in her hand, I knew she might be a cleaner. Her hair was pulled up in a tight bun, and carefully she closed the door behind her. "Please make yourself comfortable, miss Zoey. I am not going to harm you," she politely talked to me. "Comfortable?" I angrily asked her.

"Yes, miss. You can go ahead and shower as I clean your room," She responded humbly, but her words annoyed me more. "Do whatever you came for as soon as possible and get out," I snarled before I dipped my face into the pillows.

She was another piece of shit.

***

In the next couple of days, I didn't leave my room. I would only lay in bed and then wait for the cleaner or the guards to serve me food. This afternoon I lay in bed with my eyes focused on the white-painted wall. As I stared at it for a while, I found my mind drifting to the bastard, the Alpha. Since he harshly commanded the guards to bring me into his chambers, I have never seen him. I didn't know what he thought of doing to me.

Just as I was lost in my reverie, I heard the door creak open, but I didn't make a move. I was now used to this. The cleaner tried to befriend me, but I ignored the lady. I wanted to be alone. Trying to keep my breathing regular, I stayed absolutely still while keenly waiting to know who had entered the room.

I instantly froze when I heard the door close. It wasn't the cleaner. It wasn't the guard. Upon the realization, I completely stayed more still on the bed. It was him. I knew it was him without actually seeing him because I could feel his dominance in the room. His aura was cold, and I could feel his harsh gaze creeping.

Silently afraid, I didn't dare to open up my eyes. I didn't know what the Alpha was going to tell me. "I know you're awake," he soon deadpanned, his voice deep and dark. It reverberated in the room, which made my heart beat more in my chest.

"It's good that you know. Say whatever you want and get your ass out," I harshly snapped back at Damien. I didn't care about whatever he was. I wasn't ready to obey him. "Who do you think you are, talking to me like that?"

Within a few minutes, I was pressed harshly against the wall with his hand gripping my neck. "Don't hurt me! Leave me alone, you bastard!" I screamed loudly as I tried to remove his hand from my neck. "You know it already that I don't like you, don't create the beast out of me," he harshly informed me while loosening his grip on my neck. I felt a bit hurt by his words. Everyone in the world did hate me.

"Learn your manners from today and onwards," he added quickly before letting me free. I whimpered when I fell down but promptly collected myself and glared at him. "Starting today, you must address me as Sir while speaking to me." I instantly turned my furious gaze at him when I heard him say that. He really had the guts to say that even when I barely knew him, he was already making demands.

"In your dreams, son of a bitch!" I cursed out. "Let this be the last time, bitch, for you to disrespect and challenge me in my own pack," He loudly growled while staring into my eyes. His glare was so intense that it oozed power and domination. It was hard for me to stare back for a long time, so I shifted my gaze and looked elsewhere.

"Secondly, you do have to look at me when I am addressing you," He commanded in a harsh voice. "Fuck you. Go and give those rules to some other bitch, not me!" I hissed out through the cracks of my teeth. My lips curled into an ugly snarl, and my blood boiled more in my body. He was seriously getting on my nerves.

"Which other bitch am l going to give these rules?" He chuckled. "You're the only bitch who will satisfy my needs."

"You're a fool. If you think I am going to lay down and spread my legs wide just to pop out a dozen kids for you, then you must be a psycho that needs to be locked far away from here," I replied with a mischievous grin on my face.

"Actions are better than words." I saw him smirk in return. "As if I am going to stay here and let you have your way with me," I retorted, but my words didn't seem to faze him. He only smirked more as if he found me amusing.