"FEAR OF A NAME,
INCREASES FEAR OF THE THING ITSELF."

-Harry Potter and the Philosopher's Stone

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ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕡𝕥𝕖𝕣 𝟙𝟘

𝔸𝕟𝕟𝕠𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕄𝕒𝕚𝕕

I remember when I used to wake up to my mother's soft kisses, and my father's rough "good morning"s.

On good days, mother would make me my favorite meal: waffles with chocolate syrup and whipped cream. I used to stuff my face with it, as soon as I saw it on the dining table, getting whipped cream everywhere.

Mother would scold me harshly, but I would just smile an innocent smile and run away and hide behind the door. Father would come in by then, and wrap mother in the warmest and tightest hug I've ever seen.

Back then, I used to get jealous and start crying because father wasn't giving me the hug. He would then laugh, and squish me between mother and him as he hugged the life out of us both.

We were a happy family until father and mother died from a "car crash". I never believed them when they said it at the start.

Later, I came to know that the agency had killed them for reasons unknown to me.

Now, as I am waking up, in the worst morning I've ever had, all I think about is how much life has changed. How a simple goodbye could be your last one. How a simple event can change your life for the worst.

I can still feel the chains digging into my wrists, the dried blood on my arms, the new claw marks and scratches across my bare stomach and my naked thighs.

I am not the same girl they made at the agency. The Zephira at the agency used to be fearless. I was trained to have no emotions. To express no pain. I feel like that was all just a waste of time and resources.

Lying here, in the bed of a man that I haven't even known for a day, I feel pathetic and defenseless. All I do is cry nowadays. I couldn't have felt more useless.

As a tear slips down my cheek, I open my eyes and whimper at the damage I see. Laying to my right, with his arm wrapped tightly around my waist, is a monster.

A monster in disguise.

I don't remember much from last night. Though I do recall it being so painful. I blacked out twice during it.

As I looked at his calm sleeping face, all I could think was,

Why are the most beautiful people, so demonic?

The beauty I saw in his face no longer appealed to me. It was shrouded by the impurity in his heart.

I closed my eyes and tried moving my legs closer together, wincing as I felt a disgusting dried substance as my thighs touched each other. The burning pain in between my legs, intensified as my legs closed, so I kept them spread.

Moreover, my whole body was aching, a thousand claw marks all over it. I wished I could move my arms so I could wipe my self up and cover up my exposed body.

I wish he could feel the pain I'm feeling. I wish I could make him pay. Make him regret what he's done to me.

My breathing increased rapidly as I noticed Kane slowly waking up. His eyes slowly opened and adjusted in the bright sunlight filtering through the room. The world's biggest smile stretched across his face.

"Good morning, my beautiful mate." He reached up to kiss my cheek. I flinched violently, the sound of the chains rattling as I tried moving away.

He looked at me with hurt in his eyes, and sighed before he sat up in all his ugliness. He smiled as he noticed the crusty material on my thighs.

He gently ran his fingers over it, slipping a finger into me. "I got you good. We can be expecting an heir very soon."

I swung my legs around, as I felt his disguising finger in me. I was still sore. As a sob broke out of my mouth, he slowly took it out and looked at me with disappointment. "The doctor will be coming soon to check the success rates of a pregnancy. I expect you to be cooperative."

He stood up, having not even the slightest bit of shame, and slipped a white bathrobe over his body. He looked back at me with an impassive face and then left.

A serious of heart clenching cries broke out of my mouth as tears filled up my eyes and spilled right over the brim.

Just like an overflowing vase. A cracked overflowing vase.

My nose felt hot and stuffed up. My eyes soon became swollen. My lips were dry and cracking, my voice low and hoarse from all the screaming.

The door opened and I screamed. My body shook and violently trembled. I heard a horrified gasp and felt gentle fingers unlocking the chains on my wrists.

As soon as my hands were free, I curled up into a fetal position. My breath hitched as I felt a hand on my back.

"It's just me, child. You don't have to worry. I am here for you." The soothing voice of the doctor registered in my pain filled mind, and I lifted my head to look at him.

As soon as I saw him, I tried flinging myself at him to give him a hug, but my body prevented me from doing so. The doctor looked at me with sympathy, as he scooted closer and lifted me, to hold me close to his chest.

I haven't even known this person longer than I have known Kane, and I've already established a deeper link to the doctor, than I have to him. He felt like the only glimmer of comfort I had in this dark world.

"I did not think Alpha would go so far. I am so, so sorry, child." His soft whisper like a warm blanket.

He held me by my shoulders and lifted me from his chest to look at my face. "I cannot express the amount of anger I have towards Alpha. Taking advantage of innocent women." He whispered the last sentence with so much hatred, I flinched.

He looked back at me. "I know you do not want this, but I am required to calculate the success rates of getting an heir, or Alpha will have my head. He is expecting the report by this evening." There was so much sadness in his eyes.

Even though all I wanted to do was rest and be alone, I knew I had to let him do his job. I wasn't angry at him. I didn't want the kindest person I have known here, to be executed because I wasn't being cooperative. I knew Kane wouldn't give a second thought at executing him. Who knows if the next doctor will be as kind.

I nodded and laid back to let the doctor do his job. After a long time,of uncomfortable poking and moving, I saw the doctor stand up. He held a slim piece of metal in his gloved hand, which I saw him glide across a thin sheet of paper attached to a thin piece of wood.

"I will send a maid to look after you.", he said, covering my body with a white sheet. He left with fast and short steps.

I laid there, just staring at nothing for so long, I felt my eyes burn. I didn't even bother looking at the door when it opened, and I heard a gasp, for the second time today.

From my peripheral vision, I noticed it was a young woman dressed in the traditional maid's dress.

She gently lifted me to make me sit up. The blanket slid down, but I didn't even care at this point. Using one hand to hold my blanket up, she supported me until I was standing.

Only for my knees to collapse.

I noticed the woman had her hands covering her mouth, looking horrified at dropping me. With her cheeks flushed, she started apologizing profusely.

She reminded me so much of Daisy, it hurt.

I didn't say anything, as all I felt was the never ending steam of tears on my face. All I felt was an everlasting ache within me. I could not stop replaying the events of last night in my head. It played over and over, like a tape recorder. Like a broken tape recorder that didn't stop, even when I wanted it to.

As I watched tear drops falling on the carpet, and slowly disappearing, soft hands lifted me up again, with much difficulty, as I noticed the redness of her face.

"Miss, you're quite heavy. Or I guess I'm too frail. You already look like you're going to break anytime soon", she blurted out.

I'm afraid the damage has already been done.

"I am terribly sorry miss, but what happened to you? You look like a mess." She kept blubbering. It was painfully obvious that her mind was completely pure. Any person would be able to guess what had happened just by one glance at the room.

"You have beautiful eyes, strange as it is, miss."

I shook my head just once. My throat was still burning. It would be painful to talk.

The child-like woman seemed to understand, as she shut up. Her head hung in shame. "I am sorry, miss. I have stepped out of line. I will go get the bath ready."

She awkwardly laid me on the floor, and shuffled to what I guessed was the bathroom. I heard the sound of water running and soon after, a lazy cloud of fog floated out the door.

After a while, she came back into the room, and helped me walk to the bathroom. "Where is the tub?" I croaked out, looking at the steamy room with weird looking ceramic things.

The woman giggled and looked at me with playfully narrowed eyes. "You, you little cheeky thing, you're funny!"

I looked at her with a blank face.

She finally stopped giggling when she saw my face, and slowly quietened down. "Anyway, get in soon, before the water gets cold." She slowly let go of my arm and gestured towards a ceramic version of what looked like the tub I usually bath in, but longer. It had golden valves leaking a few drops of water, and attached to it was a flat handle of the same color.

I eyed the weird contraption and wobbled to it. The steam heated my soul, as I eyed the slow rising bumps on my skin. Stepping into the tub, I bit my lower lip as I felt my cuts stinging, and audibly sighed as I completely immersed myself into the heavenly water.

The woman giggled again.

I gritted my teeth as I tried to enjoy the small moment of peace that I had gotten. The feeling soon disappeared as the picture of a familiar white winged baby broke through my mental barriers.

I wish I could see her one last time.

Her chubby red cheeks. Her beautiful butterfly blue eyes.

How did they kill her?

I wondered if they made her death as quick and painless as possible.

I jumped as I felt a cold slimy liquid drip down my back. The water in the tub sloshed forward and backward with the disturbance. An annoying giggle filled my ears again as cold hands rubbed the liquid all over me. "I have to finish cleaning you up soon, miss. We've already wasted a lot of time. Alpha Kane wants you present during breakfast, so he can introduce you to the pack."

I stiffened as I heard the dreaded name I never wanted to hear ever again in my life.

Will it always be like this? Will I always have to live in pain? I should have listened to Zaire. I knew all werewolves were monsters.

A sharp cry left my lips as a finger accidentally rubbed soap into my wound. I ignored the never ending stream of apologies behind me as the affected area throbbed.

After what felt like hours of scrubbing and cleaning, I was deemed as "appropriate". With my body donning a soft pale pink dress, I was pushed towards a wooden staircase and told to climb downstairs and enter the first door to my right.

Each step I took on the polished wooden step, made me feel like I was taking a step closer to death. As I stepped further down the stairs, I heard multiple voices. Someone made a joke and the room burst into loud laughter.

As I reached the landing, I looked around, not expecting a fairly normal looking house, except for the carpet and a few fancy things here and there. It just looked like an ordinary family house where memories would be made.

More like, where forced memories will be made.

I hugged myself as I padded across the hallway, towards the first doorway on the right. I froze, right in front of the room.

The room was filled with people. They were all seated at a gigantic elegant looking glass dining table placed right in the middle of the room. Every single inch of its surface was covered in the most delicious looking, mouth watering dishes I've ever seen.

The room quietened almost immediately as I stepped into their view. I cowered under most of the strong gazes. The amount of heat in this room, was overwhelming.

And seated right at the head of the table, was the cause of my nightmares, dressed in a dark burgundy sweater, with black jeans. His hair still managed to look amazing under the lighting. It shined away just like the snowflakes floating right outside the frosty window.

His smoldering gaze set upon my figure, somehow still making me shiver, no matter how disgusted I was. He scanned my loose flowing dress, slowly dragging his eyes upward, setting it on my face.

I blushed as the faintest of smirks graced his lips. He stood up, unraveling his never ending legs, and addressed the room.

"Well, here she is at last. Pack Obsidian, this is your long awaited Luna, and my precious mate, Zephira."

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Don't raise your knifes now, hehe.
I killed Eleanor off for a purpose. Everything happens for a reason. xD

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