MY LUNA WARRIOR.

CHAPTER ONE

A girl with blonde hair and emerald green eyes stood at the window of her room looking at the dark scenery with a distant look in her eyes.

Her room which was originally a store room only had a bed and a box to keep her clothes.

She looked at her fare arms which had hickey marks. A blatant reminder of the rape she had just undergone.

She silently made her way to her bed as memories flooded in her head.

She had adoptive parents who never loved her but instead treated her like trash. The werewolves in her pack hated her because she was an omega. In short , her life in the silver moon pack was full of misery.

She looked around her room and a silent determination made its way to her heart. She had to run away from her pack.

She woke up from bed and her eyes blazed with hope as she stood at the window again.

" Never again," she muttered under her breath.
She started climbing down the window not even bothering to carry her clothes as they would slow her down.

After a few scrapes here and there and almost falling down she finally made it.

She removed her shoes so she wouldn't alert the guards and silently made her way to the eastern gate. She sneaked out without the guards knowing and made it to the top of a hill about seventy meters from the gate and looked back.

She looked at the pack that brought her nothing but misery, made her feel pathetic and took away her virginity. She vowed to never go back there.
She ran into the woods while praying to the moon goddess not to meet rogues.

While she was at it, she heard something move in the bushes.

She looked over only to see a rogue almost as tall as her.

LORAs POV
"Oh shit!!!," I said.
I started running my sorry ass out of there. I knew I couldn't outrun a werewolf but I had to take my chances.

It didn't even take long for it to reach me and bite my hand. It hurt like hell but I still mastered enough strength to screem my lungs out and free myself.

I started running again but I bumped onto something. As I waited for my lips to kiss the ground, I felt two powerful arms holding me.

After that I blacked out and the only word I could remember was the word 'mate.'

JACEs POV
I was out hunting with the packs guards when we heard a petrified scream.

We rushed to that direction and saw a rogue about to kill a woman who freed herself but unfortunately bumped onto something.

When she tripped I don't know why but I rushed to help her.

I held her then knew why I had that impulsive feeling, it turns out it was the mate bond. I had been searching for my mate for the past hundred years of my life and I finally found her in an unfortunate situation.

"Kill the rogue," I said in a cold tone then mounted my mate on my horse and took her to my palace.

My parents died when I was ten years old so I had to take the alpha title at that age. The werewolves in my pack respect as well as fear me because of my methods.

As soon as I got there I took her to my room and placed her on my bed and looked at her intently.
I got the first aid kit and cleaned her wound then wrapped it in a clean bandage.

" Strange, her woulds should have healed already, but they haven't," I said to myself.

I noticed a few hickeys on her arm and neck and I was immediately enraged.

'Is she in a relationship with someone?'
Just as I was seething with anger I saw her eyelids flatter open.

LORAs POV
I woke up feeling sore all over and my left arm was numb. I looked around the strange and unfamiliar room and couldn't figure out where I was. That is until I felt someone glaring daggers at me. I looked at the direction and holy crap.

There was a man in front of me in a three piece suit looking dignified. He had honey brown eyes and his hair was jet black, reaching his eyelids.
He had a well refined jawline, straight nose, thin lips and deep set eyes.
In short he was a work of art.

I backed away as soon as he tried to touch me forgetting I was on a bed so I slipped and fell hard on my butt.

I got up with an embarrassed look and looked down to the floor.

He tried to touch me again but I ran and hid behind a wardrobe which had enough space to accommodate me.
I heard him sigh and grind his teeth.

"My name is Jace. Don't worry , I don't bite," he said trying to calm down.

He had a deep baritone voice that could impregnate anyone's ears.

"What's your name?" he asked.