My Marked Luna (Apphia and Nicholas) novel Chapter 5

Apphia

On my way outside, I see Gavin in the common area. He's making out with the pack slut, Calla. I almost puke at the sight, and the pain in my chest intensifies.

"Hey, slut, stop," Calla calls me in her nasal voice. I don't stop walking.

"Apphia!" she shouts. I stop and cock my head to look at her.

"Did you not hear me call you?" she asks, getting off Gavi's lap and walking to me.

"You said slut, and the only slut I see in this room is you," I say, making Nalani and Vivian burst into laughter. The two girls are never mean to me. Nalani tries to make conversation with me, and even goes as far as to defend me from bullies.

Calla gasps and attempts to slap me, but a growl from Gavin stops her hand in mid-air. I stare at my ex-mate; he has a blank expression.

"Don't fucking dare hit my- her, Calla,"

"I won't fight her. Apphia needs to reserve her energy for Amir. He is taking her to his pack tomorrow, "Calla laughs. My eyes widen with fear.

"What?!" Gavin and Nalani boom, they exchange a glance, shocked by their outburst.

"Yes, baby. Didn't you hear? Alpha Amir wants her as a maid, but we all know the real reason," Calla winks at me.

"Damn, he will fuck her every night," Rory adds, making the guys chortle

The boys continue to comment about sex styles to try to figure out what Amir will do to me. Gavin furiously growls at them and suddenly bolts out of the room.

"In all honesty, Apphia's hot and can be a supermodel. She possesses natural beauty with good bone structure," Orson, another pack member, says, raking his eyes on me. I shudder from his predatory gaze. They're talking about me like I'm not in the room with them.

"She is tall and thin, with lovely skin and long legs. Her face card is lethal."

Calla glares at the men and then at me. "Yeah, if freaks became supermodels. She'd be the top," she sneers.

"Go kill yourself, freak. Oops, you have been promoted to a sex slave."

I curl my hands into a fist. I feel anger blaze within me. I turn towards Calla and punch her in the face, giving her a bloody nose, and bolt out. I've been wanting to do it for a while now.

"Catch that bitch. We are going to show her today," I hear her scream.

I run as fast as I can from the packhouse. They will beat me black and blue if they catch me.

I run in the woods, towards the pack's border near the lake I like to visit.

I stop running after I notice they have gone back. They were scaring me.

I sit by the lake, catching my breath. I look up at the sky; thunderclouds are rolling in, obscuring the stars that were visible moments ago. It looks like a good night to die.

I grab a razor from my pale blue dress pocket and stare at it. I grip it, ready to slice my wrist. It won't be as painful to end my life if I bleed out. My heart has been ripped out and stomped on. I've tried my hardest to survive, but I can no longer do so. I need to free myself from the burden of the world. Once I die, I will meet my mother on the other side, and we'll be happy together.

I dig the razor in my skin and slowly move it across my wrist. I gasp as blood, so much blood, comes out of my cut. I panic and throw it to the ground, burying it with the dead leaves with my foot. I need to stop the bleeding. I tear a part of my dress and tie my wound tightly.

Deciding I should continue running, I freeze when I hear Rory's voice.

"I know you are still here," He must have stayed when the others left. "I know your mate rejected you tonight. It must suck to be you. No one to love you; let me help you." I clutch my lips with my hand, trying to stabilize my heartbeat, but I'm failing.

"Your brother and father abhor you; your mate thinks you are an ugly skank. He is embarrassed by you, his words, not mine," he sings. He is enjoying the hunting game while I'm shaking with fear.

"Gotcha!" he wraps his arms around me from behind and says in my ear, "Your breathing is so loud."

I try to elbow him, but Rory doesn't bulge. He untangles his arms around me and faces me. He gazes at me with a victorious smile.

"I like hunting. I like it when you are the prey," Rory smirks. However, a scowl plasters his face when he notices blood from my wrist, and then an ear-splitting smile spreads across his face.

"You tried to kill yourself but backed out, such a chicken," he laughs like a deranged man.

"Leave me alone, Rory," I say, my voice trembling. I hide my hands behind my back; I don't want him to see me shake. However, I have never been so scared of Rory before.

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