Luna Teagan

Warning: this book does have chapters containing scenes of abuse, proceed with caution. *Teagan* Putting on your wedding gown should be the happiest day of your life. Not me. Yesterday was my eighteenth birthday party. Most teens would be celebrating. Not me. Most people would be happy to be getting married. To have found the person they will spend the rest of their life with. Would be flaunting over the man of their dreams. Not me. Today I will marry the man who owns me. The man who purchased me from my father when I was fourteen and has been awaiting my eighteenth birthday. In my four years of living with him, I have learnt that he has no respect for females. I have learnt that he will not take it easy on me tonight. His inappropriate touches have been a testament of that over the years. He has drilled into me that my role is to breed. Breed the next generation of strong Alpha’s. My only wish at this point is that I do not conceive a female pup. That would be a tragedy all over again. He would only see her breeding potential and would sell her off to the highest bidder. Just like my father. The door opens and an omega lets me know it is time. I sigh and look myself over once more. My face is gaunt and shadowed these days, haunted. My blonde hair is dull so I tied it up into a bun. The wedding dress is simple and elegant, long and wavy. Come on Teagan, you can do this. I give myself a stern nod in the mirror before turning and leaving the room. The music starts to play as I walk down the make shift aisle in the woods. Other packs have come to witness our union today and I despise every one of them. Every one of these Alpha’s know I am being forced into this. Most of them having forced their own wife’s to marry them. Most brides would walk slowly down the aisle toward their awaiting Prince Charming. I stomp my way down, ungrateful and uncaring. I reach my husband to be and he sneers at my display of defiance. He roughly grabs my wrist and pulls me closer, “behave.” I just flash him a smirk and turn to the priest before us. He growls lowly before turning too. “Thank you for gathering here to today to witness the union before us. Celeste gives her blessing today.” The priest drawls. I roll my eyes but prevent from sighing as the hand on my arm squeezes harder. In warning. We speak the sacred vows and the priest finally announces that he can kiss me. He leans in and presses a hard but swift kiss to my mouth. “I happily present to you the Alpha of HellDawn Pack and his Luna.” ~Six years later~ A hand caresses my thigh under the table and I keep my face neutral. The beta of MoonCloud pack is sitting opposite us at the dinner table. “My Alpha would like to ask permission to visit HellDawn in search of his mate,” the Beta explains. I cut a slice of beef and pretend I am not listening to their conversation. Tyson always says a Luna should mind her own business. Look pretty but shut up. Tyson laughs at the Beta, “Buddy. There are rarely true mates around anymore. Why does your Alpha not just buy himself the prettiest maiden instead?” The Beta’s eyes flash to me for a bare second but don’t linger. “He wishes to search for his true mate first. If he is unable to find her then he will consider a marriage alliance.” I like the sound of his Alpha, he seems like a decent wolf. I find myself wondering what he looks like as I cut into another slice of meat. Idly bringing it to my mouth I glance at the Beta. His eyes flick to me again and I don’t miss the pity in them. I raise my eyebrow at him in challenge. I do not need the pity of any male, hopefully my face portrays that. He looks back at Tyson as he begins to speak, “we have a celebration ball coming up. It will be to mark our sixth year as husband and wife.” Tyson brushes the hair off my shoulder and grasps my jaw. He turns my head toward him. “Six wonderful years right?” His eyes are pure menace as he holds my jaw with force. “Of course,” I agree softly and he lets me go again. I resist the urge to rub my jaw. “You and your Alpha may attend for the week.” Tyson finishes. *Atlas* “I am telling you, she was not in good shape. She hardly spoke, barely moved. He was aggressive toward her for no reason.” My Beta, Felix, is telling me about his visit to HellDawn. I have been dreading visiting there to search for my mate but I have searched everywhere else. This is my last chance. If I don’t find my mate there, I will have to marry for convenience. “Did she ask you for help?” I query. If she was at risk then we could potentially help her. “No,” he sighs. “In fact, when I looked at her with sympathy she gave me a look that basically said f**k off.” I chuckle at that, “I like the sound of that. A female forced into a situation but remains unbroken.” I muse at the idea. As sad as her reality may be, I am glad she is still fighting. “Well I will make my self available to her during our visit. If she requires assistance then I will allow her the opportunity to ask for it.” I nod at Felix.