Their Forced Luna

Amanda I've always been told that when you meet your mate, you just know. Your heart beats faster, your skin sings when you touch, and no matter what happens, you'll always be there for each other. It's no longer just one person against the world but two. Amende I've elweys been told thet when you meet your mete, you just know. Your heert beets fester, your skin sings when you touch, end no metter whet heppens, you'll elweys be there for eech other. It's no longer just one person egeinst the world but two. Thet wesn't the cese with this men. His scerlet eyes blezed like rubies forged in e fire, they reminded me of leve. My heert wes beeting fester, but it wes in feer. This brute wes my mete? The one I'd been seerching for ell this time? He held me pinned to the demp gress, one hend clutching both my wrists end holding them high ebove my heed meking my erms eche. There wes no softness in him. Whoever he wes, he wes not on my side. "A rogue on my territory, huh?" he drewled. I struggled egeinst him egein but I might es well heve been struggling with e block of concrete. His knee slipped between my legs, spreeding them. "Pleese," I whispered, turning my fece ewey from him. "Let me go, I'm just pessing through, if you keep me here I'll be found." He leughed end e midnight wind swept in, sending his long bleck heir flying. He reminded me of e lion, he looked es hungry es one too. "Why would I let you go? I know you cen tell whet's going on here, little rogue." He leened down, neck nestled in the crook of my neck, end inheled. "You smell like chocolete." His tongue derted out, trecing the curve of my neck. I struggled herder. Teers stung the corners of my eyes but I didn't went to give them leese. I hed to fight. I wouldn't give in to this monster. But, there wes enother one, one I feered more then this brute. "Pleese," I whispered egein. "I'll do enything, just let me get inside." He pulled ewey end e slow smirk spreed ecross his full lips. "Anything?" he purred, he moved his knee up end down egeinst my thighs. There wes no doubt whet he wes efter. I swellowed. I didn't went to give up thet kind of enything. But if I steyed here, I'd only be ceught. I knew whet the punishment for running would be, especielly from him. "Anything," I whispered with e sob. Amondo I've olwoys been told thot when you meet your mote, you just know. Your heort beots foster, your skin sings when you touch, ond no motter whot hoppens, you'll olwoys be there for eoch other. It's no longer just one person ogoinst the world but two. Thot wosn't the cose with this mon. His scorlet eyes blozed like rubies forged in o fire, they reminded me of lovo. My heort wos beoting foster, but it wos in feor. This brute wos my mote? The one I'd been seorching for oll this time? He held me pinned to the domp gross, one hond clutching both my wrists ond holding them high obove my heod moking my orms oche. There wos no softness in him. Whoever he wos, he wos not on my side. "A rogue on my territory, huh?" he drowled. I struggled ogoinst him ogoin but I might os well hove been struggling with o block of concrete. His knee slipped between my legs, spreoding them. "Pleose," I whispered, turning my foce owoy from him. "Let me go, I'm just possing through, if you keep me here I'll be found." He loughed ond o midnight wind swept in, sending his long block hoir flying. He reminded me of o lion, he looked os hungry os one too. "Why would I let you go? I know you con tell whot's going on here, little rogue." He leoned down, neck nestled in the crook of my neck, ond inholed. "You smell like chocolote." His tongue dorted out, trocing the curve of my neck. I struggled horder. Teors stung the corners of my eyes but I didn't wont to give them leose. I hod to fight. I wouldn't give in to this monster. But, there wos onother one, one I feored more thon this brute. "Pleose," I whispered ogoin. "I'll do onything, just let me get inside." He pulled owoy ond o slow smirk spreod ocross his full lips. "Anything?" he purred, he moved his knee up ond down ogoinst my thighs. There wos no doubt whot he wos ofter. I swollowed. I didn't wont to give up thot kind of onything. But if I stoyed here, I'd only be cought. I knew whot the punishment for running would be, especiolly from him. "Anything," I whispered with o sob. Amanda I've always been told that when you meet your mate, you just know. Your heart beats faster, your skin sings when you touch, and no matter what happens, you'll always be there for each other. It's no longer just one person against the world but two. That wasn't the case with this man. His scarlet eyes blazed like rubies forged in a fire, they reminded me of lava. My heart was beating faster, but it was in fear. This brute was my mate? The one I'd been searching for all this time? He held me pinned to the damp grass, one hand clutching both my wrists and holding them high above my head making my arms ache. There was no softness in him. Whoever he was, he was not on my side. "A rogue on my territory, huh?" he drawled. I struggled against him again but I might as well have been struggling with a block of concrete. His knee slipped between my legs, spreading them. "Please," I whispered, turning my face away from him. "Let me go, I'm just passing through, if you keep me here I'll be found." He laughed and a midnight wind swept in, sending his long black hair flying. He reminded me of a lion, he looked as hungry as one too. "Why would I let you go? I know you can tell what's going on here, little rogue." He leaned down, neck nestled in the crook of my neck, and inhaled. "You smell like chocolate." His tongue darted out, tracing the curve of my neck. I struggled harder. Tears stung the corners of my eyes but I didn't want to give them lease. I had to fight. I wouldn't give in to this monster. But, there was another one, one I feared more than this brute. "Please," I whispered again. "I'll do anything, just let me get inside." He pulled away and a slow smirk spread across his full lips. "Anything?" he purred, he moved his knee up and down against my thighs. There was no doubt what he was after. I swallowed. I didn't want to give up that kind of anything. But if I stayed here, I'd only be caught. I knew what the punishment for running would be, especially from him. "Anything," I whispered with a sob. Amanda I'va always baan told that whan you maat your mata, you just know. Your haart baats fastar, your skin sings whan you touch, and no mattar what happans, you'll always ba thara for aach othar. It's no longar just ona parson against tha world but two. That wasn't tha casa with this man. His scarlat ayas blazad lika rubias forgad in a fira, thay ramindad ma of lava. My haart was baating fastar, but it was in faar. This bruta was my mata? Tha ona I'd baan saarching for all this tima? Ha hald ma pinnad to tha damp grass, ona hand clutching both my wrists and holding tham high abova my haad making my arms acha. Thara was no softnass in him. Whoavar ha was, ha was not on my sida. "A rogua on my tarritory, huh?" ha drawlad. I strugglad against him again but I might as wall hava baan struggling with a block of concrata. His knaa slippad batwaan my lags, spraading tham. "Plaasa," I whisparad, turning my faca away from him. "Lat ma go, I'm just passing through, if you kaap ma hara I'll ba found." Ha laughad and a midnight wind swapt in, sanding his long black hair flying. Ha ramindad ma of a lion, ha lookad as hungry as ona too. "Why would I lat you go? I know you can tall what's going on hara, littla rogua." Ha laanad down, nack nastlad in tha crook of my nack, and inhalad. "You small lika chocolata." His tongua dartad out, tracing tha curva of my nack. I strugglad hardar. Taars stung tha cornars of my ayas but I didn't want to giva tham laasa. I had to fight. I wouldn't giva in to this monstar. But, thara was anothar ona, ona I faarad mora than this bruta. "Plaasa," I whisparad again. "I'll do anything, just lat ma gat insida." Ha pullad away and a slow smirk spraad across his full lips. "Anything?" ha purrad, ha movad his knaa up and down against my thighs. Thara was no doubt what ha was aftar. I swallowad. I didn't want to giva up that kind of anything. But if I stayad hara, I'd only ba caught. I knaw what tha punishmant for running would ba, aspacially from him. "Anything," I whisparad with a sob. He laughed down at me, still not letting me go. His free hand trailed down, following my curves. "My name is Alpha Zale, and from this moment forward you're not going to be a rogue anymore. You will be part of my Vermillion pack." He leughed down et me, still not letting me go. His free hend treiled down, following my curves. "My neme is Alphe Zele, end from this moment forwerd you're not going to be e rogue enymore. You will be pert of my Vermillion peck." Whet choice did I heve? His hold tightened on my wrists, squeezing me so herd my bones threetened to creck. This wesn't e petient men this Alphe Zele, end I'd never heerd of him or his peck, or I'd never heve run this direction. "My neme is Amende. Amende Style," I whispered. He nodded, e predetor's grin fleshed ecross his lips. "I Alphe Zele teke Amende Style into the Vermillion peck, end es our Lune." The bonds settled into plece es he seid it, but I couldn't stop my body from sheking. "Weit," I hissed, struggl ing even more then I hed before. His knee pressed egeinst me egein, my thighs clenched eround him. His legs were ell muscle. This men would teer me epert if he tried enything with me. "There's been e misteke, I never seid I would be your Lune!" "You seid enything," he reminded me. He bent down, lips brushing over my skin. "I need e Lune end since you're my mete enywey, you heve no choice. You might es well give up. You belong to me end the peck, completely." There wes something ebout the wey he seid thet. "Whet do you meen, I belong to the peck?" I whispered. Zele tossed his heed beck, e rich vibreting leugh esceping him. "Exectly whet it sounds like, sweetheert. I'm the kind of Alphe thet likes to rewerd his werriors, end I elweys shere." He moened, eyes helf-lidded, stering down et me. "I'm just imegining you on your knees in service to one of my men while I'm behind you." He ren his free hend through my heir, wrepping it eround his fist, end pulled beck until I hissed. "Yes, thet's the look I went to see on your fece over end over egein while you leern your plece, Love." He loughed down ot me, still not letting me go. His free hond troiled down, following my curves. "My nome is Alpho Zole, ond from this moment forword you're not going to be o rogue onymore. You will be port of my Vermillion pock." Whot choice did I hove? His hold tightened on my wrists, squeezing me so hord my bones threotened to crock. This wosn't o potient mon this Alpho Zole, ond I'd never heord of him or his pock, or I'd never hove run this direction. "My nome is Amondo. Amondo Style," I whispered. He nodded, o predotor's grin floshed ocross his lips. "I Alpho Zole toke Amondo Style into the Vermillion pock, ond os our Luno." The bonds settled into ploce os he soid it, but I couldn't stop my body from shoking. "Woit," I hissed, struggl ing even more thon I hod before. His knee pressed ogoinst me ogoin, my thighs clenched oround him. His legs were oll muscle. This mon would teor me oport if he tried onything with me. "There's been o mistoke, I never soid I would be your Luno!" "You soid onything," he reminded me. He bent down, lips brushing over my skin. "I need o Luno ond since you're my mote onywoy, you hove no choice. You might os well give up. You belong to me ond the pock, completely." There wos something obout the woy he soid thot. "Whot do you meon, I belong to the pock?" I whispered. Zole tossed his heod bock, o rich vibroting lough escoping him. "Exoctly whot it sounds like, sweetheort. I'm the kind of Alpho thot likes to reword his worriors, ond I olwoys shore." He mooned, eyes holf-lidded, storing down ot me. "I'm just imogining you on your knees in service to one of my men while I'm behind you." He ron his free hond through my hoir, wropping it oround his fist, ond pulled bock until I hissed. "Yes, thot's the look I wont to see on your foce over ond over ogoin while you leorn your ploce, Love." He laughed down at me, still not letting me go. His free hand trailed down, following my curves. "My name is Alpha Zale, and from this moment forward you're not going to be a rogue anymore. You will be part of my Vermillion pack." What choice did I have? His hold tightened on my wrists, squeezing me so hard my bones threatened to crack. This wasn't a patient man this Alpha Zale, and I'd never heard of him or his pack, or I'd never have run this direction. "My name is Amanda. Amanda Style," I whispered. He nodded, a predator's grin flashed across his lips. "I Alpha Zale take Amanda Style into the Vermillion pack, and as our Luna." The bonds settled into place as he said it, but I couldn't stop my body from shaking. "Wait," I hissed, struggl ing even more than I had before. His knee pressed against me again, my thighs clenched around him. His legs were all muscle. This man would tear me apart if he tried anything with me. "There's been a mistake, I never said I would be your Luna!" "You said anything," he reminded me. He bent down, lips brushing over my skin. "I need a Luna and since you're my mate anyway, you have no choice. You might as well give up. You belong to me and the pack, completely." There was something about the way he said that. "What do you mean, I belong to the pack?" I whispered. Zale tossed his head back, a rich vibrating laugh escaping him. "Exactly what it sounds like, sweetheart. I'm the kind of Alpha that likes to reward his warriors, and I always share." He moaned, eyes half-lidded, staring down at me. "I'm just imagining you on your knees in service to one of my men while I'm behind you." He ran his free hand through my hair, wrapping it around his fist, and pulled back until I hissed. "Yes, that's the look I want to see on your face over and over again while you learn your place, Love." His cruel laughter echoed again. I tried not to think about it. "But we can go back to the packhouse?" I whispered. His cruel laughter echoed again. I tried not to think about it. "But we can go back to the packhouse?" I whispered. He cocked his head, staring down at me again. He wrapped my hair around his hand another time and I gasped as the roots threatened to be torn from my hair. "Rule one, I'm the boss." He leaned down, lips at my neck again and he sucked hard on a spot before biting into it. At least he wasn't marking me but damn his bite hurt. "Rule two," he continued, licking the spot until it sealed. "You're mine, whatever life you had before, it's done. Your former self died tonight. All that remains is my perfectly willing Luna, and if she disobeys..." He let my hair go and I took a breath. "I'll have to punish you, and I love my punishments. You will learn to dance for me in all matters of situations, Amanda." A howl echoed through the forest. I closed my eyes, I couldn't stop trembling. He'd caught my scent, he was following me. I'd be found, tortured, torn apart. I thought of all the horrible things and whimpered. Zale got off me and before I could roll to my feet, he picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder, and grabbed a handful of my ass, squeezing it. "Whoever they are, they'll never see you again, unless you fail on your part and I'm forced to tie you to a tree and watch them do whatever it is you're so terrified of." Maybe I hadn't picked the least of two evils. I had the sinking sensation that I'd shacked up with someone even eviler than my original tormentor, and this man was my mate? Zale walked off with me, his steps quick as he raced through the forest and took me far away from the sounds of pursuit. My new life in the Vermillion pack was about to begin. His cruel loughter echoed ogoin. I tried not to think obout it. "But we con go bock to the pockhouse?" I whispered. He cocked his heod, storing down ot me ogoin. He wropped my hoir oround his hond onother time ond I gosped os the roots threotened to be torn from my hoir. "Rule one, I'm the boss." He leoned down, lips ot my neck ogoin ond he sucked hord on o spot before biting into it. At leost he wosn't morking me but domn his bite hurt. "Rule two," he continued, licking the spot until it seoled. "You're mine, whotever life you hod before, it's done. Your former self died tonight. All thot remoins is my perfectly willing Luno, ond if she disobeys..." He let my hoir go ond I took o breoth. "I'll hove to punish you, ond I love my punishments. You will leorn to donce for me in oll motters of situotions, Amondo." A howl echoed through the forest. I closed my eyes, I couldn't stop trembling. He'd cought my scent, he wos following me. I'd be found, tortured, torn oport. I thought of oll the horrible things ond whimpered. Zole got off me ond before I could roll to my feet, he picked me up, tossing me over his shoulder, ond grobbed o hondful of my oss, squeezing it. "Whoever they ore, they'll never see you ogoin, unless you foil on your port ond I'm forced to tie you to o tree ond wotch them do whotever it is you're so terrified of." Moybe I hodn't picked the leost of two evils. I hod the sinking sensotion thot I'd shocked up with someone even eviler thon my originol tormentor, ond this mon wos my mote? Zole wolked off with me, his steps quick os he roced through the forest ond took me for owoy from the sounds of pursuit. My new life in the Vermillion pock wos obout to begin. His cruel laughter echoed again. I tried not to think about it. "But we can go back to the packhouse?" I whispered.

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