The Luna's Dark Fate

AMIRA'S POV

I heard him growl from behind me, a more snarl. I could see his eyes blazing with anger. A dread of foreboding washed over me as he continued to glare at me, approaching me as though I was his prey, and he were the predator.

His eyes continued to darken, and his gaze grew even more intense. Was it anger? Was it fury? I had no idea, I couldn't really tell.

But I knew I had not done anything to upset him. What was it this time? Why was he approaching me with that stupid smile on his face, yet his eyes screamed murder? These were the thoughts that filled my head.

This was not the first time I had caught him leering at me, he and the others had made me do stupid things just for their amusement. But this was what I could not take. I moved back three paces, as Alpha Christian's Gammah, Adrian, approached me with a sneering smile on his face.

If shivers had a physical form, then I could literally feel them crawling up and down my spine.

"If you come near me, I will scream" I said shakily, unsure whether that would even be possible. My voice was held captive within my throat by a stringent fear that refused to set it free.

"Nobody wants a cursed Omega, Amira, and so I can do as much as I want to do with you, and this time, there is nobody here to help you. You can scream all you want. " He said cockily, grimacing as he felt so satisfied with himself.

"Help! Help! Help me! Everyone! It's Amira!" He laughed as he raised his voice in mockery of me, just to prove his theory that I was now beyond help.

I looked around me to find something that would help but no, there was nothing in sight, it was an empty room they had asked me to clean. This was a plot that everyone else except Alpha Christian was aware of.

He lurched at me trying to grab me with both hands, but I ducked immediately and jumped to the other side of the room, which was closest to the door. I reached for the knob and pulled it hastily, but it did not budge.

I looked up at him with terror in my eyes. That was the worst thing that could happen to one in the presence of their enemy...terror in your eyes, it feeds them, and gives them the confidence and strength to oppress you even further.

"Hahaha," he laughed, amused at me. He was literally getting off on this, the bastard. He towered above me, but I saw an opening right under his arm. As I tried to make a run for it, I stumbled on the wool-made rug which laid across the floor, my tiny toe becoming tangled up in a lost thread, which tripped me up, and led to my fall.

Without wasting any more time, he climbed over me, more than willing to have me on the floor, scarring me and making me his victim for life. The fight in me was waning as his hands reached for the buttons on my Maid uniform.

He ripped and tore at me, in spite of my struggling hands. He hit me across the face, just so I could stay still, but I just couldn't bring myself to. He even grabbed my throat severely, just to stifle out my cries for help.

How many times had he tried touching me against my will? Ever since he and Alpha Christian found me lying in the forest, wounded, I had become a target for every soldier in the pack. Worse of all was the fact that the other maids revered me, including the Head of Maids.

She revered me so much that she threw me into their arms, I became a prey in the camp of lecherous predators.

Even now, when my arms became weak, and I struggled to fight back, even though my weak claws scratched away at his face, clipping across his left eye, scathing him, he remained adamant and relentless.

I was cursed to never find love, to never be accepted, and to always be rejected, and this was one of the prices that came with the package and I had to pay it.

Slowly, my eyes began to close, my strength lessened, and I could no longer fight and when his hands found my tights and ripped them apart, I knew it was over. This would be the height of things.

Until suddenly, I heard a coarse growl, a hoarse voice, one filled with venom and hate.

"How dare you?!" The voice asked with undisguised viciousness. In one swift move, Gammah Adrian was lifted off me.

My vision was blurry, but I could see Alpha Christian land a punch to his belly, which may have resulted in a combustion or rupture of either his spleen or spine, or perhaps it was just a referral pain throughout his body, because through half-closed eyes, I could see blood running down his nose and mouth.

Alpha Christian continued to hit him. I saw him grab his throat with the intention of killing. Murder was reflected in his eyes, and I wished I could have gotten up to plead with him to let him go, but my throat hurt from all the hits I had gotten from Gamma Adrian.

"Let me go! What did I do wrong anyway?!" Adrian coughed as he staggered up.

" What gave you the right to lay your filthy hands on her? What?!" Alpha Christian bellowed again, grabbing him by his shirt's collar and, with one swing, he flung him across the empty space, which left him crashing into the wall. Gamma Adrian was a huge man, and so, the wall itself could not bear his weight.

It crumpled behind him, leaving dust particles everywhere.

I struggled to sit up, and crawled to a corner where I would be safe from the chaos. Alpha Christian was unstoppable, and even I was surprised that he had decided to fight that hard for me.

I felt a sharp pain at my side next to my left rib cage, it hurt terribly. Adrian had hit me there severely, it hurt so much I could barely push my own weight around without going blind with stinging pain.

Luna Vivienne's voice suddenly roared through the room. I turned to gaze at her, there was extreme horror in her face. I turned my gaze back to Alpha Christian, he stood over Gamma Adrian with a big block in his left hand, one which had broken out of the wall Adrian crashed into.

He stood over Adrian with the block raised with both hands ready to smash Adrian's face with it.

"Put it down, Christian! What is going on here?!" She asked, looking around at the mess. Her eyes darted angrily from Alpha Christian's stiffened body to my battered frame.

Apparently my strident cries had been heard from afar, but the Maids had vehemently refused to come to my aid.

"Are you really going to kill him, Christian?, she asked, completely terrified.

A deadly silence filled the air as sweat like drops of blood dripped from Alpha Christian's face. I had never seen him so angry, not like this, not ever. Was he really going to kill him?