My Marked Luna (Apphia and Nicholas) novel Chapter 6

Apphia

My eyes flutter open, and I feel the weight of someone on top of me. Sheer terror runs through me. I can't breathe properly. I fight to no avail. He's so much stronger than I am.

"Don't be a tease," he pants. A sob escapes my lips. "You're so dramatic, Apphia. I know you like it,"

"Stop it, please!" I cry.

I hit Rory's chest, hoping he'd get off me, but he pins my hands over my head as he continues his assault mercilessly.

"Help me!" I scream at the top of my lungs. He attempts to cover my mouth but fails. He smacks me, and I feel my lip split. I can taste blood in my mouth.

"Why don't you just stay still!" he hisses, choking me. I feel like passing out again. I see a rock through my peripheral blurred vision and grab it. I hit him with a large rock on the temple several times.

"Ahh," he screams, rolling off me. I use this chance to stagger to my feet.

There's a painful sensation between my legs because of his forced entry, and there is sticky liquid down my legs. I face my tormentor and see him taken aback by what he sees in my gaze.

An inferno of rage is blazing in me. My hand tightens around the rock as something solid and uncontrollable grows in me. I can't explain it adequately, but its power frightens me.

"Y- your eyes," Rory's face is stricken with unimaginable fear. "I'll leave you alone. Just let me go,"

He cries, cradling his head with his hands as though it were in terrible pain.

"Stop it, please," he begs, anguished, tears spilling from his eyes. However, I only felt hatred for him from the depths of my being. I'm quivering like a volcano about to explode.

Rory falls to his knees, convulsing violently. He grasps his throat as guttural gasps leave his mouth while writhing in excruciating pain. Agony etches on his face as blood trickles from the corner of his lips. His face is changing color to a pale blue.

He wails loudly and stops shaking. His eyes still rolled back, revealing visible dark veins within them.

I feel the bile rise in my stomach at the disgusting sight; I feel nothing but pure hatred for Rory, but seeing him like this is horrifying and shocking.

"He's dead," I whisper, shocked to see what took place. I cover my mouth with my trembling hand. How did that happen? Part of me knows I'm responsible for it.

I feel a sharp pain from my scar, and blurry footsteps appear in my head. Amir's men are after me. I turn, ready to leave, but come face-to-face with my brother. I freeze. Duncan's gaze falls on Rory's lifeless body and then travels over me.

"Oh, goddess, Apphia. He hurt you," Duncan whispers, approaching me. I take a step back and raise my hand to him. He stops.

"Stop," I don't recognize my voice. There are so many emotions on my brother's face. He is unable to utter a word. I can hear the pounding of his heart. He runs a hand through his hair and glances back at his dead pack member. Rory is dead in the most brutal and unexplainable way.

"Amir is determined to get you and sent his men after you, Apphia."

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