Chapter 93 Stupid

Chapter 93 Stupid
"Have you ever stopped to ask yourself why the Council is so eager to back you, you stupid whore?"
"Luna Elvira was also a Beta turned Luna! And stop calling me that! I am going to be the Luna, and you will be beneath me in the hierarchy!"
He seized her by the throat, his eyes completely blood-red, consumed by madness, grief, and resentment.
"I will always be above you, female! I am an Alpha. Your Alpha!"
He shoved her onto the table, pinning her face against the wood, and ripped her pants down, exposing her.
"Stop! Ares will feel this!"
"Let him feel exactly how I fuck the pack's future Luna. Maybe then he'll learn how to be a real Alpha male! He won't even know if the pain of betrayal is coming from you or the human!"
Without any warning, he shoved himself inside her anus.
"Stop! Not there, it hurts!"
"I like it when you hurt with my cock inside you, little sister! Your tight little ass has never been touched by another male. It's mine. Only mine!"
He slammed into her with brutal force, burying himself deep inside her. Her anus constricted from the pain, driving his arousal even higher.
"No, stop, Alaor! You're hurting me!"
"You know damn well Alaor hasn't been in control of anything for a long time, don't you? He's locked away, begging me to let his slutty little sister go!"
"You're hurting me!"
"You love the pain. Don't play hard to get—your pussy is dripping wet. That's why you love to provoke me, isn't it? So I'll mount you hard, like the dirty whore you are!"
He thrust so violently that the table dragged across the floor, and her anus began to bleed. Estela's wolf rebelled, fighting its way to the surface and taking control. She snarled loudly, trying to push him off, but he merely laughed and pinned her by the scruff of her neck. He pulled his hard length out of her and ordered her to shift.
Even though he wasn't her Alpha, he was still an Alpha male—and the father of the pup in her womb. Her wolf couldn't resist. Her eyes rolled back as her body shifted form. Alaor slammed his foot onto her neck, humiliating her and forcing her into submission before letting his own wolf take over.
The massive wolf bit down hard on the scruff of Estela's wolf, forcing her to present herself to him. She obeyed, submissive to the male she recognized as hers because she carried his litter. Estela was horrified by her own primal instincts but completely paralyzed, knowing that what the wolf was about to do could never be undone.
Estela wept inside her wolf form, desperate, begging him to stop, but her wolf howled with pleasure at being taken by an Alpha male. Estela watched in horror as her primal nature swelled her chest with pride and satisfaction, accepting his mark and forever shattering the bond with her true soulmate.
HER
I lay on the cell cot with my eyes closed, but sleep was nowhere to be found. My anxiety was through the roof, compounded by the burning curiosity of who my benefactor could possibly be.
My mind was made up. I was completely done with everything regarding the New Moon pack.
I want the respect I deserve—the consideration, partnership, and attention that comes with a healthy relationship. I’ve already had my fill of men who prioritized everything and everyone but me.
From my own father, to Amir, and now Ares.
If being my partner’s priority was too much to ask, then I would gladly be single and happy in my own company. I have so much love to give, and I’m willing to fight alongside Ares for our shared goals, but I have neither the strength nor the desire to fight alone for someone who puts everything else before me.
Whether it’s the pack, the past, guilt, the throne, or whatever else.
I refuse to prioritize someone who treats me as an option.
Of course, talk is cheap. But in my case, I didn’t have a choice. I was stuck in a cell that was meant to be my home for the rest of my life. Besides, accepting Ares with another woman and becoming his concubine was completely out of the question.
I’m not judging anyone who can find happiness in a setup like that, but I love myself too much to ever settle for being anyone’s second choice.
Heartbroken and with tears blurring my vision, I waited for the gears to turn. Whoever was orchestrating my escape would make their move soon, and I was ready.
I would flee the pack and head straight for the long-ears' territory. I’d beg them for help, though I’d have to change my request to a one-way ticket back to my world—and maybe a million or two...
The final envelope had been slipped through the high cell window just before dark, and inside was the key to my cell. I was baffled. Who could possibly have a copy of the prison key? And how did they expect me to get out without being seen?
At the first crow of the rooster, I got out of bed, gripped the key, and stared at the cell door. Fear paralyzed me for a moment.
If I get caught… I didn't even want to think about it.