The Blood Moon Last Lycan Daughter

The morning of the wedding I was on my knees scrubbing the same floor when Father walked in with Mother and Celine.

Father's voice was flat. "Get up. Change into the dress."

I looked up. "What dress?"

Celine smiled. "Mine. You are going instead of me."

The cloth fell from my hands. "No. Please. The papers are hers. You said-"

Mother cut me off. "We changed our minds. Alpha Damon is already here. He expects a bride today. Celine will stay. You will go. If you die under his moon no one here will cry."

I stayed on my knees. "Please do not do this. I begged you to send me before and you said no. Now you force me? I cannot. The rumors-he kills them. Please give it back to her."

Father grabbed my arm and pulled me up. "You will walk to that hall and you will not make a sound. If you shame this pack I will drag you back and chain you in the cellar until you rot."

Celine stepped close. "Look at you. Even now you cry. He will hate you on sight. Maybe he will kill you before the moon rises. That would be a gift for all of us."

They pushed me into the back room. The white dress was thrown at my face. I put it on with shaking hands. It hung loose. My bare feet stayed bare. No one gave me shoes.

Sienna opened the door. "Move. He is waiting."

I walked. Every step felt like the ground wanted to swallow me. The main hall was full of Blood Moon wolves. Alpha Damon stood at the front. Tall. Dark eyes that did not look at me. He looked past me like I was not there.

Father spoke the words fast. "This is the daughter. Ember. She is yours."

Damon did not answer. He turned and walked out. His men followed. I was pushed after them.

The ride to Blood Moon territory was silent. I sat in the back of the truck with my hands twisted together. No one spoke to me. When the truck stopped I was pulled out and taken straight to a room in the stone house. The door locked behind me.

I sat on the floor because the bed felt too clean for me. Hours passed. No food. No water. No one came.

When the sky turned red with sunset the door opened. A wolf I did not know looked in. "Full moon tonight. Stay inside if you want to live longer."

He locked the door again.

I heard the pack outside. Howls. Voices. Someone laughed and said, "Another bride for the moon. She will not last until morning."

I pressed my back to the wall and whispered the same prayer. "Please let me die before he comes. Please. I do not want to feel it."

The moon rose full and white. The air changed. I felt it in my bones. Heavy. Wrong.

The lock turned. Damon stepped in. His eyes were already red. He did not speak. He stared at me like I was prey.

I stood up and backed away. "Please. I know what happens. Just make it fast. Please."

He moved. Fast. I ran for the door. He caught my arm and threw me back. I hit the floor hard. Pain shot up my spine. I scrambled up and ran for the window. My hand went through the glass. Sharp edges cut my palm and wrist. Blood ran down my arm in thick lines.

Damon stopped. His chest heaved. He grabbed my bleeding hand and brought it to his mouth. He licked the blood. Then he sucked harder. The red in his eyes flickered. For a second he looked almost clear.

Then the moon pulled again. He growled and shoved me onto the bed. I tried to push him off. My hands were slick with blood. He tore the white dress from the neck down. The cloth ripped easy. Cold air hit my skin. I covered myself with my arms.

"Stop. Please stop. I am begging you."

He did not answer. He pulled my arms away and held both wrists above my head with one hand. His other hand shoved my legs open. I kicked. He put his weight on me so I could not move.

I felt him push against me. Hard. Dry. He forced his cock inside my pussy in one rough thrust. The pain tore through me like fire. I screamed. He did not stop. He pulled back and thrust again. Deeper. Harder. My body tried to close against him but he kept pushing in.

"Please-take it out-it hurts-please-"

He thrust faster. The bed hit the wall with every movement. I felt him stretch me open where no one had ever touched. Tears ran into my hair. My bleeding hand left red marks on the sheets. He kept going. In and out. Rough. Deep. I could feel every inch of him scraping inside me. My stomach turned. I wanted to vomit. I wanted to die.

He growled against my neck and thrust harder. The pain turned sharp and constant. I stopped kicking. My legs lay open because I had no strength left. He used me until his body stiffened. I felt him come inside me in hot pulses. He stayed buried deep while he finished.

When he pulled out I felt empty and ruined. Wetness ran down between my legs-blood and him mixed together. I could not move.

He stood up. His eyes were still red but less wild. He looked at me for the first time. Then he walked out and locked the door.

I lay there with the torn dress under me and his seed leaking out of my pussy. The cut on my hand kept bleeding. I stared at the ceiling and whispered, "I want to die. I want to die. I want to die."

No one answered.

Morning light came through the broken window. I still had not moved. The door opened. Damon walked in. He looked normal again. He saw the blood on the sheets and the knife I had found on the floor during the night. I held it against my own wrist.

He moved fast and took the knife. I tried to grab it back. "Give it to me. Let me finish it. Please. I cannot feel this anymore."

He held both my wrists and forced me down. Metal cuffs clicked around them. Then around my ankles. He chained me to the bed frame.

"I am sorry," he said. His voice was low. "I lost control. It will not happen again."

I laughed. The sound was broken. "Sorry? You put your cock in me while I screamed and now you say sorry? Get out. Get out so I can die in peace."

He stayed. "I heard how your pack treated you. I will treat you better."

"I do not want better. I want the knife. I want this to end."

He left the chains on and walked out. The lock clicked.

I pulled at the metal until my wrists bled more. The chains held. His seed had dried on my thighs. The pain between my legs pulsed with every heartbeat. I turned my face into the mattress and screamed until my throat tore.

No one came.

Hours passed. The door opened again. A tray of food was set on the floor. I kicked it over. The plate broke. Food spilled.

Damon came back and stood over me. "You need to eat."

"I need to die."

He cleaned the mess without speaking. Then he left again.

I lay in the chains and stared at the ceiling. Every part of me hurt. The cut on my hand. The bruises on my wrists. The raw pain inside my pussy where he had forced himself. The place in my chest that had been full for years was now overflowing.

I whispered the only words that still made sense.

"I am nothing. I was nothing at home. I am less than nothing here. Please let the next moon kill me. Please."

The chains stayed locked.

His seed stayed inside me.

And the full moon would come again.