Rejected Luna: My Crown of Ashes

The snow had been falling for three days and three nights straight. Outside the Alpha's manor of the Luthor Pack, the road was covered with a thick layer of ice.

Marcella Shaw had been kneeling outside the gate for ten hours.

Even a werewolf with healing abilities couldn't hold up in this extreme cold.

Her knees had completely lost all feeling, her flesh frozen together with the ice. The slightest movement brought heart-wrenching pain.

Deep in her mind, her gray-silver wolf "Shadow" was whimpering in agony: "Vincent, that blind fool! He only believes Wendy Shaw, that vicious bitch. That woman reeks of lies, yet he treasures her so much!"

Marcella bit down on her purple lips and tasted blood.

She didn't even have the strength left to agree with Shadow.

Finally, the sound of an engine roared from inside the gate.

A black SUV stopped at the entrance. The door opened, and a pair of long legs in black combat boots stepped into the snow.

Vincent Luthor stood before her, looking down from above.

He wore a well-tailored black coat. His features were sharp, his brow bone prominent, and an invisible pressure belonging to a top-tier Alpha spread through the air.

Marcella struggled to lift her head and begged: "Vincent, please save Stella. She has Lycanthropic Decay. Only your essence blood can save her!"

"Save that illegitimate child?" Vincent lifted his leg and stepped mercilessly on the back of her hand with his boot. "Dream on!"

Marcella trembled with pain but forced herself not to let tears fall.

Vincent bent down and grabbed Marcella's hair with his large hand, dragging her like a bag of trash as he strode toward the manor.

The rough gravel road tore through her clothes and cut into her flesh, leaving a trail of blood behind.

She was in so much pain she couldn't even scream, only managing broken groans.

Vincent pushed open a hidden door and walked down the steep stairs.

The underground punishment room.

This place never saw daylight. The walls were covered with all kinds of torture devices, and in the center stood a rack gleaming with a dark light.

It was made of pure silver.

For werewolves, silver was deadly poison, a weapon that could burn the soul directly.

Vincent swung his arm and slammed Marcella hard onto the rack.

"Ahh—!" The moment her back touched the silver surface, the air filled with the sizzling sound of burning flesh.

Marcella let out a piercing scream, her body instinctively struggling and convulsing.

Vincent expressionlessly grabbed two thick silver chains and, amid Marcella's screams, locked her limbs to the rack.

Vincent slowly removed his black leather gloves and casually tossed them onto the iron table nearby.

"Does it hurt?" Vincent's lips curved into a cruel smile. "Marcella, you gave Wendy the mad wolf disease. She suffers day and night—she's in a hundred times more pain than you are now."

"Vincent... you can torture me all you want..." Marcella spoke with difficulty. "But Stella won't live past three months! I'm begging you, take my blood, take my life—anything. Just give her some essence blood, please..."

Vincent burst into bone-chilling laughter: "My daughter? Marcella, you really think I don't know about all the dirty things you've been doing out there?"

He let go, pulled out his phone from his coat pocket, opened a video, and shoved it right in front of Marcella's face.

The video showed a dim, hazy underground party.

In the center of the frame, a completely naked woman was tangled up with several male werewolves.

There were muscular men in human form, and half-transformed werewolves showing wolf ears and tails.

The woman looked wild, making sounds that would make anyone blush, letting those men and werewolves do whatever they wanted with her.

A wolf-form cock forced its way into her mouth, blocking her throat. She could only make pained whimpers as saliva dripped from the corners of her mouth.

Her pussy was also filled with a thick cock thrusting in and out, and her anus was stuffed full too.

A werewolf gripped her waist while thrusting, mocking her: "Why are you squeezing so tight? Slut, want to make me come quick so you can go find someone else to fuck you?"

The woman's face was clearly visible under the flashing neon lights.

It was Marcella's face.

"No... that's not me..." Marcella's pupils shrank. "This is fake! Vincent, Wendy forged this!"

"Shut up!" Vincent raised his hand and slapped Marcella hard across the face. "Back then I smelled other males on you too, and you still want to deny it!"

The slap was brutal. Marcella's head snapped to the side, her face swelling up quickly.

"And you still want to frame Wendy!" Vincent's chest heaved violently, the Alpha's violent aura raging wildly in the punishment room. "You shameless whore, pregnant with god knows whose child, and you still dare ask me to donate essence blood to that illegitimate child? Dream on!"

Marcella's ears were ringing, her mouth full of blood.

She looked at the man before her in despair.

This was her fated mate, the person she had bonded with under the Moon Goddess's blessing through the fated mate contract.

They used to be the most loving couple, but Wendy's appearance not only made him doubt she was the one who saved him in Darkwood Forest, but also made him question her loyalty because of that video.

Even their child was suspected of being illegitimate.

For five years, she and Stella had been driven out of the Luthor Pack, becoming wandering werewolves, suffering abuse from other werewolves.

But Wendy, that vicious woman, had become the most respected woman in the Luthor Pack.

Vincent stepped back two paces, his eyes venomous. "You love being in heat so much, love being serviced by a bunch of men—well, today I'll make it happen for you."

He snapped his fingers.

The iron door on the side of the basement was pushed open, and four burly werewolves walked in.

"The Alpha." The four bowed their heads respectfully.

Vincent pointed at Marcella and sneered: "She's yours. Just keep her breathing—do whatever you want. She likes wolf form, so you'd better shift to satisfy her."

The moment the words left his mouth, his chest inexplicably tightened, as if something was instinctively resisting.

"Vincent! You've lost your mind! I'm your fated mate!" Marcella stared at him, struggling frantically. "You can't do this to me!"

The four werewolves' eyes gleamed with lustful light.

This was the high and mighty Luna—they rarely even got to see her.

Though she wasn't favored by the Alpha, her face and figure were premium goods these low-ranking werewolves wouldn't dare dream of.

With a series of bone-cracking sounds, two of the werewolves shifted directly into wolf form, their rough, barbed tongues licking their lips, dripping disgusting saliva.

They surrounded the rack. A large hand covered in black fur grabbed Marcella's already tattered collar.

The fabric was violently torn, exposing her full breasts and graceful body to the air.

"No! Get away! Don't touch me!" Marcella screamed. Shadow in her mind howled in despair but was powerless because of the silver chains.

Another half-beast had already impatiently unbuckled his belt, exposing his huge, menacing cock, and lunged at Marcella.

Just as the wolf-form's massive cock was about to penetrate Marcella's vagina, a terrifying wolf howl exploded in the basement.

The violent pressure turned into a physical shockwave, directly throwing the four werewolves surrounding the rack backward.

Vincent kicked the lead gray wolf in the abdomen.

The massive impact sent the two-hundred-pound giant wolf flying, crashing hard into the iron door with a loud bang.

The other three wolves whimpered in fear, instantly prostrating themselves on the ground, trembling, not daring to lift their heads.

Vincent's chest heaved violently, his ice-blue eyes full of rage.

Even he didn't know why, but the moment he saw another male about to violate this woman, his destructive urge went berserk.

The fated mate instinct—he absolutely wouldn't allow any other male to touch her.

"Get out!" Vincent roared.

The gray wolves scrambled out of the punishment room, and the iron door closed again.

Vincent strode to the rack.

He stared at Marcella, naked and still trembling, and the fury in his heart burned even hotter.

He blamed all this loss of control on this woman's depravity.

"What? Disappointed I didn't let them touch you?"

Vincent grabbed her waist, his rough kiss carrying malice, biting bloody tooth marks all over her body.

Vincent directly yanked off his belt, gripped her buttocks with one hand, held his thick, long cock, slowly lifted her ass, and thrust himself in.