The White-Eyed Luna(Rebirth Of The Omega)

Chapter One

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Theodota

20, February, 2024.

“Look at me while I’m fucking you, bitch.” Dimitris grunted, his voice full of disdain, and his thrusts crazed. I did as he said, the hatred in his eyes piercing through my heart. I laid there like another body, another source of pleasure.

His hand wrapped around my neck, not enough to leave a mark—thank the goddess—and his thrusts became even faster. I felt empty, despite the fullness in my pussy.

“Who do you belong to?” I heard him ask, above my thoughts of self-scorn. I knew he was about to cum, about to release all his seeds inside me, and ask me who owned me again and again until he was fully done. I’d respond just the way he wanted, the way he taught me. The last time I hesitated, he smacked the side of my face so hard that I almost lost consciousness. It was hard as an Omega, resisting the aura of an Alpha. Dimitris relished using his powers against me, his arranged fiancée.

“You…” I moaned, hoping I sounded convincing. “I belong to you, Alpha Dimitris.” I forced my hips up to meet his last thrust.

“Good,” he tightened his grip on my neck, and with a long groan, emptied his semen in me. I felt tainted. I hadn’t climaxed yet, but I knew better than to say a word. Dimitris slid off the bed, and cast me an indifferent gaze, just like he always did after every sex session. After every time that he made me question where I had gone wrong, what I had done wrong to make him hate me so. To make him detest the sight of me.

“Clean yourself up.” He said, and I almost jerked my head up in surprise. He never cared enough to even spare me a second glance. What was happening?

“Did you hear me?” He questioned, buckling his belt.

“I-I-” I kept my head bowed, struggling to remain mute. I knew from experience that anything I said would only incur his fury.

“Oh, you can’t speak now, can you? So worthless. A worthless whore!” He spat, unprovoked.

“A useless Omega with a worthless family to match.” He added. “Are you displeased with my actions?” He asked. I shook my head hurriedly, even as my heart felt as if it was breaking into pieces. Even as I felt tears sting the back of my eyes. For a very brief moment, I wondered again how things had gotten to that point.

“No, Alpha.” I mumbled.

“Louder, worthless bitch.” He ordered.

“No, Alpha Dimitris.” I repeated.

He nodded. Obviously, my words pleased him.

“Our marriage is the next full moon, Theodota. Your family’s debt depends on you.” He didn’t add more words, but I knew what he meant. I had to play the role of the perfect wife. The perfect partner. Even when I knew Dimitris hated me more than death. My stomach groaned in protest. Hunger.

“Are you hungry?” He questioned with a cynical smile.

“No, Alpha. I am not.” I replied. The last time I told him that I was hungry, he’d given me stale bread for lunch. I wasn’t looking forward to that experience.

He looked at me like I was a forbidden object.

“I’m expecting important guests soon. Get cleaned up and come serve us.” He instructed, and left the room without looking back.

Nausea consumed me as the door shut. I dashed into the bathroom and vomited the wretched meal I had for breakfast. Feeling weak, I rinsed off, and sneaked my way to the pack’s hospital. Hopefully, I’d get some tests done before getting prepared to see the Alpha’s guests—whoever they were.

One of the pack’s doctors came forward as I walked into the hospital, giving me a courteous bow which I knew was all for show. I was just a Luna-to-be in name, not in reality.

Twenty minutes later, I leaned against the cool wall behind me, waiting for the results. The doctor called me into his office soon enough. I eyed a chart of the human body hanging behind him as I sat down on a comfy chair across his desk.

“Congratulations, Luna.” He said with a wide smile, and I started to frown.

“You’re pregnant,” he continued, and my stomach fell to my shoes. “With twins.” He added. I blanked out, his voice a distant echo in the background.

Pregnant.

Dimitris had warned me not to ever dream of having his children. He called me unfit. Too ugly to bear his kids.

“I can’t be pregnant,” I muttered, and in a louder voice that sounded desperate, I added, “You have to be mistaken.”

I saw a brief look of pity cross the doctor’s eyes before it vanished. “I’m sorry, Luna. But you’re really pregnant.”

My steps were unsteady as I left the hospital, vision blurry and heart racing. The Alpha would kill me if he found out. Gritting my teeth, I made a quick decision.

I had to get rid of the babies. And I had to do it quickly.

…

I could barely maintain my steps as I followed the servants to the throne room where a little banquet was being held. The pack’s best makeup artist had already done a good deal to my face. But that did nothing to reduce the intense emotional pain I was currently feeling. Technically, I was the soon-to-be Luna. I was supposed to sit on the throne beside Alpha Dimitris, welcoming the guests alongside him. Yet, there I was, escorting the servants with refreshments for the guests. I briefly wondered who they were.

“Put a smile on your face.” The maid beside me advised. “The guests are from Calvary.” She added, and my eyes widened.

Calvary.

Which werewolf wasn’t afraid of its members? Calvary—also known as the Starblade Pack—was the most dangerous and powerful pack in the entire werewolf race. They were rumored to be bloodthirsty lots, unhesitating to attack whenever they deemed fit. Why were they here? I was about to ask the maid, but we soon arrived at the throne room.

I kept my head lowered as I placed the tray on the table, and turned to leave.

“Where is your fiancée, Alpha Dimitris?” A cold, haughty voice asked. “Excluding herself even after knowing we are here, is she trying to test our limits?”