Unclaimed Luna’s Desire

Ellie Garcia's POV:

I was Ellie Garcia, and let me tell ya, fate had got a twisted sense of humor.

Life kicked off pretty rough for me—lonely and helpless. Then the Garcias swooped in, pulling me outta the dark, giving me some warmth and hope. I thought, 'Hey, maybe the moon goddess is finally cutting me some slack.' But nope, a year later, they had their own kid, and I got tossed into a cold, cruel hell.

And just when I thought it couldn't get worse, on my eighteenth transformation day, when all the other werewolves were getting their wolves, I stayed stuck as a weak human girl.

At that point, I was worth less than dirt. My foster parents had this grand plan that I'd become an Omega, maybe even a lover for some Alpha or Beta. But at nineteen, still wolf-less, I was just a big ol' embarrassment. They stopped letting me go to school, turned me into their personal servant, and didn't shy away from abusing me.

Their son, Daniel Garcia? Total nightmare.

I kept dreaming that maybe, just maybe, on some future transformation day, I'd finally get my wolf and the strength to break free from this hellhole.

So, I started sneaking into Professor Weslin Desire's classes at Spirit Wolf University, soaking up everything I could about becoming a wolf, just biding my time for that transformation day. It was the only glimmer of hope in my dark, messed-up life.

Today, like always, I was tucked away in the corner of the classroom, hanging on to Professor Weslin's every word. Outta nowhere, a big hand yanked my hair, dragging me up from the back row and tossing me outta the classroom.

"Who the hell do you think you are, eavesdropping here?" William Martinez roared, his voice booming in my ears.

William, the alpha's second son, was a real beast. Terrified, I pleaded, "Please, let me go! I'm begging you."

I tried to wriggle free, but it was useless.

William dragged me by my hair into the restroom like I was nothing more than a rag doll.

He slammed the restroom door shut, and I was shaking like a leaf.

This wasn't my first rodeo; over the past miserable years, this kinda thing happened a lot, but it got way worse after they found out I didn't have a wolf. I didn't even wanna think about what fresh hell they had in store for me next; the fear was suffocating.

"Strip her down. Let's see what this piece of trash is hiding!" William barked. His goons circled me like a pack of hungry hyenas.

"No. Please, don't do this," I begged, but their eyes were lit up with sick excitement.

They ripped off my top, leaving me in just my bra. Then, they yanked down my pants and tossed them aside. My underwear was torn off too, leaving me completely exposed to the cold, cruel air.

"Look at this slutty underwear. Always trying to seduce someone, huh?"

There were so many of them, crowding around me so tight I could barely breathe. Someone slapped me hard, making my head spin and my cheeks swell up instantly. Then, a big guy grabbed my hair, yanking my head back, while another one roughly tore off my bra.

"So slutty. Not only useless but also a whore." They sneered, throwing the nastiest insults at me.

"Check out this smooth skin, this tiny waist, and these huge tits." An evil voice sneered, filled with lust and greed, as he reached out to grope me.

"Too bad, just a worthless piece of trash." Another voice chimed in, dripping with disdain and contempt.

Someone kicked my legs out from under me, making me stumble and fall to the ground. They surrounded me, kicking me over and over. The pain was unbearable, and I felt like I was on the brink of death.

I shamefully used my hands to cover myself, tears streaming down my face. I thought, 'Why are they doing this to me? What did I ever do to deserve this?'

"Please, spare me! Have mercy..." I begged, my voice shaking with fear and pain. But their laughter and insults just kept bouncing off the walls, like they were never gonna stop.

William sauntered over, his eyes raking over my naked body from my slender neck to my chest. He swallowed hard, a weird look in his eyes. His nasty gaze locked onto me, and his filthy hands started roaming all over.

He ran his rough fingers across my face, grabbed my chin, and forced me to look at him. "Look at you. So pathetic. Maybe if you give me some pleasure, you'll realize you're not completely useless."

His hand trailed down my neck, reaching my breasts. His cold fingers sent shivers down my spine. Then, he started squeezing and kneading my breasts, molding them into different shapes.

I tried to break free, but his buddies held me down tight. His hands kept wandering, moving further down, and I recoiled in fear, only to be met with more forceful attacks.

I writhed in discomfort, nearly blacking out. But suddenly, he seemed to touch something particularly gross and jerked his hand back.

"You slut! Disgusting!" he spat, then stormed over to the sink, scrubbing his hands like he'd touched poison.

"You, a worthless whore without even a wolf! You think I'd want to bed you?" he roared, "Let me think of how to deal with you, you lowly, filthy thing."

I turned around in despair, wanting to escape, but without the strength of a wolf, there was no way I could make it. Covered in bruises, my body was even more fragile than an ordinary person's. I was caught after a few steps, followed by a brutal beating.

"Still wanna run? Where do you think you're going?" William sneered, kicking me hard in the stomach.

I crumpled to the ground, every inch of me screaming in pain, but they just kept coming, raining down punches and kicks.

William flashed a terrifying smile, and I knew he had something even worse in mind.

"Take this whore to Aelros' bed! That bastard's mother is a lowly human! He's a disgrace to our family, being his brother is the biggest stain of my life!" William shouted, his voice dripping with disgust and disdain.

Then he turned those venomous eyes back to me, spewing more hateful words, "And you, still without a wolf, are a nobody. Maybe you're a bastard too! Just like Aelros, both of you have lowly blood! Bastards belong with bastards. Maybe you can even pop out a little bastard."

Hearing him talk like that, fear surged through me, and I cried uncontrollably, pleading in agony, "William, I beg you. Please don't do this. Don't torture me."

But William ignored my pleas, turning on the tap and scrubbing his hands like they were covered in filth. "Get ready to mate with that bastard Aelros, whore!" he shouted.

Watching him approach me with a rope in hand, I trembled violently, filled with anger and despair.

William's violation made me feel utterly filthy, almost suffocating me, and now he was about to send me to Aelros' bed. I couldn't believe what was happening. The pain of being insulted and trampled on was overwhelming.

'Why treat me like this? I am free!' I thought. I bit my lip so hard it almost bled, trying desperately to transform into a wolf. I used all my strength, feeling the changes in my body.

I screamed in agony, but my body still didn't respond. 'No, why is it still not working?' I thought, collapsing in despair.

I looked up at the ceiling, tears blurring my vision.

I could only watch helplessly as William approached me step by step.