Chaptert1 The Second Chance
Aliya POV
I was lying in the dark, filthy prison, starving and barely conscious when a pile of meat pies came flying at me, hitting me in the face.
I looked up to see Sarah standing there in her expensive, luxurious gown, smirking down at me with contempt in her eyes
But I was too hungry to care about her attitude. I'd been locked in this prison for three days. For three whole days, I hadn't just gone without food, I hadn't even had a single drop of water.
I grabbed the meat pies from the ground and started eating them desperately, not caring about my dignity anymore.
"How's that meat pie taste?" Sarah asked mockingly.
I ignored her completely. The hunger was driving me crazy, and I couldn't think about anything except getting food in my stomach.
Sarah looked offended that I wasn't responding to her taunts. She turned to Marcus with a whiny voice, acting all sweet and innocent.
"Marcus, she's not even acknowledging me as the Luna Queen," Sarah complained, clinging to his arm. "She's being so disrespectful."
Marcus immediately flew into a rage. He grabbed my hair and started punching and kicking me viciously. I tried to protect myself, but I was too weak from hunger and days of abuse.
Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. The anger boiled up inside me.
"What kind of Luna Queen are you supposed to be?" I spat at Sarah. "I'm the real Luna Queen here, not you! You're nothing but a homewrecking bitch who stole my mate!"
Then I turned my fury on Marcus. "And you're just a fucking bastard!"
Sarah clutched her pregnant belly dramatically and turned to Marcus with crocodile tears in her eyes.
"Marcus, I'm your fated mate and I'm carrying your pup, the future heir," she whined. "How can she talk to me like that?"
"Then what was I to you?" I demanded, staring at Marcus in shock and fury. "If she's your fated mate, what the hell was I?"
Marcus's face twisted with disgust as he looked at me. "You bitch, you still dare to ask me? You cheated on me with Alpha Nikolai, and that wasn't enough for you. You even slept with vampires and leaked werewolf secrets to them."
"I never did any of that!" I screamed. "Someone set me up! Someone framed me!"
"Pitiful, isn't it? You're so hungry you're babbling nonsense. Didn't like the meat pie? It was made from your parents' flesh… I thought it would be your favorite."Sarah said.
The words hit me like a physical blow. I immediately started vomiting, my body rejecting the horrible truth of what I'd just eaten.
"How could you be so cruel?" I gasped between retches, looking at Marcus. "My parents helped you become Alpha King! Everything you have is because of my family's status and support!"
"It's all because you betrayed the pack!" Marcus snarled back. "Your betrayal got your parents killed! The werewolf council has sentenced you to death."
He kicked me hard in the ribs, and I heard something crack.
"Take her to the Rogue leader," Marcus ordered his men. "He's been wanting to have some fun with a former Luna before she dies. Let him have his taste before we execute her."
I was dragged, naked and shivering, across the cold dirt of the Rogue leader's camp, my wrists and ankles bound tight with rough rope that bit into my skin.
They dumped me in the center of his turf, tying me in a humiliating pose，knees forced apart, arms yanked back, my body exposed and vulnerable.
A crowd of his men jeered, their eyes crawling over me like I was meat.
The Rogue leader, a tall, scarred bastard named Kane, stepped forward, his grin sharp and cruel, like a wolf sizing up prey.
He crouched in front of me, his breath hot and sour, and grabbed my breast, squeezing hard enough to make me wince. His other hand cracked across my cheek, not hard enough to bruise but enough to sting.
"Look at you now, sluttier than the cheapest whore."
I sank my teeth into his finger when he tried to grab my chin. I bit down until I tasted blood, nearly snapping the bone.
"I'm the former Luna Queen," I snarled, "and you'll regret touching me!"
His eyes darkened.
He yanked his hand back, then brought it down hard, smacking my breasts one after another.
"Bitch!" he roared. "You think you're still some high-and-mighty Luna Queen? Marcus sent you here, a filthy prisoner, to be my toy!"
His men laughed, some spitting at me.
I spit at his feet. "I was framed! When I'm cleared, you're fucking done, Kane!"
He leaned in close, his lips curling into a sick smile. "Framed? Sweetheart, Marcus knows you're innocent. He's the one who set you up."
The words hit like a blade to the gut. My mind reeled, betrayal sinking in deep.
But before I could process, Kane grabbed my hips, his fingers digging into my flesh. He forced himself into me, rough and merciless, his thrusts brutal, each one tearing a gasp from my throat. "Fuck, Luna's tight."
His men closed in, their hands twitching, eager. One of them, a wiry guy with a crooked nose, licked his lips and said, "Let us have a turn, boss." Kane didn't even look at him, just nodded, still pounding into me. "Go for it," he grunted. "She's open for business."
They swarmed me. One shoved his dick into my mouth, gagging me as he gripped my hair, forcing himself deeper. Another grabbed my hands, wrapping them around his shaft, his calloused fingers guiding me roughly.
Then, impossibly, I felt a second cock force its way into my vagina alongside Kane's, stretching me to the point of agony.
The pain was blinding, a raw, tearing burn that made me scream, muffled by the dick in my mouth.
Their laughter filled the air, their excitement growing with every whimper and cry I let out.
The world started to blur, my vision darkening at the edges.
Everything went black.
And then, impossibly, I opened them again.
Bright lights. Music. Laughter. The scent of roses and champagne.
I blinked in confusion. I was standing in a lavishly decorated ballroom, wearing a stunning white gown. Around me, guests in formal attire raised crystal glasses in celebration.
I have been reborn!
I've truly been given a chance to start over!
Marcus stood before me, three years younger, his face lit with a triumphant smile as he cupped my face in his hands. We were at our wedding ceremony, the night that had sealed my fate.
"To my beautiful mate," he announced to the crowd, his eyes never leaving mine as he leaned down to kiss me.
The memory of my own blood filling my mouth, of Sarah's hand on her pregnant belly, of their betrayal flashed vividly through my mind.
Before his lips could touch mine, I grabbed the glass of champagne from the table beside me.
"Crash!"
I threw the glass directly at Marcus, and he looked like a drowning dog as it shattered against his head.