The Dead Luna

I was a fool to think that I could easily attract him. How could I when he never came to my room? It had been a month since my marriage, and I had never seen him.

I didn’t know how my husband looked.

Sitting in my room, I was watching a movie on my huge LED screen. More than a room, it was my prison because I wasn’t allowed to leave it. I was not born a slave. I was the daughter of a beta who had every luxury in life. My family always treated me like a princess before they banished me from their lives.

And the reason was, some a*shole decided to destroy my life.

This room meant nothing to me. I wanted nothing but respect.

"Luna!" I jerked when heard Kamila’s voice. She was standing there carrying a food tray, "I called you several times, but you didn’t..."

With a sigh, I tossed the small pillow off my lap and made room for her on the couch. Kamila was assigned to me by the Luna. She was the only one in the pack who wasn’t mean to me.

However, she wasn’t allowed to talk to me either. Sigh!

"Kamila, how the fu*ck these men perform in action movies, spilling all the blood and breaking bones. Yuck," I made a gagging sound, but Kamila’s face remained stoic.

She didn’t even try to sit on the couch and stood against the wall with her arms folded on her chest. I continued my monologue.

She was the only person I could interact with. In her absence, I used to talk to the walls or my reflection in the mirror.

I threw a careless gaze at the tray that had the same boring food. It had been ages since I last ate a juicy cheeseburger. Or popped a chocolate.