The Luna who said No (Luna awakening her true power)

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t my attention from the physical pain. Elena grabbed my hair and yanked me up off the floor so that I had to look up at her and her minions' gorgeous and

firmly and forcefully as I could, but someone had just kicked me in the throat and the defense sounded very weak. Even though I was beaten to the point of unconsciousness at this point, I could feel the anger in them. They were angry at my defense of my parents, and what made them angrier was the fact that a slave of low status had dared to defy them. Actually, I would have been much less abused since childhood if I hadn't believed so strongly in my parents. As loyalty was very important to the Crimson Sha

loor, only to realize that my right hand was broken, and I tried to see myself in the reflection of the stainless steel pan next to me. The reflection in the stainless steel pan, there was a girl with bruises all over her thin and dry body. I didn' t know if it was because of malnutrition or my long dry hair that was dusty and gray covering half of my face.

s broad palm made tears well up from my eyes. I sobbed and couldn't stop, and then I didn't know if it was the lack of oxygen or the pain in my body that made me pass out again. The early morning sun woke me up. It was already time to make breakfast. If I delayed the meal, I would be beaten again. I looked at my right hand, which was swollen from the fracture. There was no choice but to use my left hand to prepare as best I could. "Crack" The door was suddenly opened and the person who came in was definitely in the top three of the "People I don't want to see" list. Nathan was Alpha Andre's son and he was not as vicious as Elena when it came to bullying me, he's just casual. But as soon as his golden brown eyes saw me, I was going to suffer, just like I was now. Nathan looked like he had just woken up from a nap. His messy long chestnut hair added a wildness to his deep, handsome face, and even if he wasn't the son of an Alpha, the girls surrounding him would continue to be infatuated with him because of his appearance. He ordered me to make a bacon and scrambled egg, which I struggled to do with my left hand to serve

n did ask a question. "What are you hiding? Don' t your eyes look worse than your body?" And he snickered after that. I could only answer in silence, but that was clearly not the answer he wanted, and he impatiently tried to