The Scorned Luna-Chapter 40: Who Do you Belong To

The room was charged with a heavy, suffocating silence as Sofia’s eyelashes finally fluttered open. The pleading, broken voice of Damien still echoed in the back of her mind like a fading dream. She blinked, her vision slowly adjusting to the healer seated before her and the former Alpha standing near the door.

​"You are awake," the healer said, her voice filled with a relief that Sofia didn’t share.

​Sofia’s gaze drifted past them, landing on Damien. He was leaning against the far wall, his face a mask of exhaustion and lingering shadows.

Why is he here?

Her heart raced as her eyes found him. I should be dead. I wanted to be dead. So why am I still breathing?

As the memories of the training yard and the knife flooded back, she instinctively inspected her body. To her shock, the jagged wound on her throat was gone. The soreness in her legs, the bruises from the guards—all of it had vanished, leaving only tiny, invisible marks.

​"You gave me a hard time healing you," the healer noted, watching her closely. "It was as if you were pushing my power away."

​Sofia’s brow furrowed. She didn’t understand what the healer meant, but she knew she hadn’t wanted to come back. Before she could process the thought, Damien’s voice cut through the air like a blade.

"I want to be left alone with her," Damien commanded. His voice was a low growl that made the other two quickly exit, leaving Sofia trapped.

No. Not alone with him.

Her heart slammed against her ribs. Please don’t leave me with him.

​"How dare you?" he hissed, moving toward her like a predator.

​Sofia scrambled out of the bed, her feet hitting the cold floor as she tried to bolt, but Damien was faster. He grabbed her, pinning her against the wall and slamming her wrists above her head.

​"How dare you try to kill yourself?" he growled through gritted teeth, his eyes glowing with a terrifying golden rage. "Who gave you the right to take your life? You belong to me! I own you. Only I have the right to take your life!"

​"I don’t belong to you! You don’t own me!" Sofia screamed back, her defiance sparking even in her terror.

​Damien’s face twisted. "Really? Let’s see about that."

​He grabbed her, lifting her off the floor and slamming her down onto the hard desk, her back facing him. With a violent jerk, he yanked her dress away, tearing the fabric until it fell in rags to the floor. He made quick work of her bra and underwear, leaving her totally naked and exposed under the harsh light.

​"Now, I will show you who owns you," he threatened.

​He parted her thighs wide. Sofia’s body shook as he invaded her with his fingers, shoving them deep inside her. She gasped, her breath hitching as he forced her to look him in the eye.

​"Now, who do you belong to?" he demanded, fingering her aggressively.

​"No one!" she cried out.

​He groaned, a sound of pure frustration, and slammed his lips against hers. It was a rough, hungry kiss that tasted of anger. He bit her lip, forcing her mouth open so he could invade her with his tongue. He sucked her tongue and her lips, refusing to let her breathe.

​He broke the kiss, his eyes filled with a mix of hatred and lust. He buried his face in the back of her neck, biting and kissing her while his fingers moved faster inside her.

​"Ahh!"

​The moan escaped her involuntarily, and it seemed to trigger him. He pulled away, ripped his jeans down, and revealed his massive length. Sofia’s heart skipped a beat; it was terrifyingly large.

​He didn’t give her a second to think. He parted her legs wider and thrust into her from behind. The moment he was entirely in, Sofia gasped. He was so big that she felt her body clamp tight against him.

​He turned her face and held her gaze, the anger in his eyes dying down and being replaced by a dark, burning hunger. He crashed his lips into hers again, and this time, Sofia opened for him. He thrust harder, his hands grabbing her breasts and squeezing them with a rough, possessive grip.

​"Who do you belong to?" he demanded, his pace getting faster and more punishing.

​Sofia stayed silent, her head thrashing, but the silence only made him increase the speed. He squeezed her nipples until she whined in discomfort, the table creaking under the impact of his thrusts.

​"Who do you belong to?"

​"You!" she finally choked out, her spirit breaking under the weight of him.

​"Say it again!"

​"I belong to you! I’m yours, Alpha Damien!" she sobbed.

​Suddenly, the air changed. His grip on her breasts softened. His thrusts became slower, deeper, and more tender. He sealed their lips together again, but this time it was different. It was gentle. He moaned into her mouth, kissing her so perfectly that Sofia forgot to fight. Sofia’s body was a traitor. She found herself kissing him back, her body arching into his as the kiss deepened.

​Suddenly, Damien groaned against her mouth. He pulled back just enough to grab her waist, his large hands spinning her around on the desk so she was facing him now. He pulled her to the very edge of the wood, forcing her to sit upright as he spread her legs wide, pinning her knees back.

​He didn’t wait. He moved closer as he guided himself back into her. Sofia let out a sharp, broken gasp as he filled her again, his length stretching her so thin she felt she might collapse.

​He reached around her, his thick arms acting like a cage. One hand gripped her hip to steady her for the impact of his thrusts, while the other moved to her chest. He leaned over her shoulder, his mouth finding her breast. He took her nipple into his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue over the sensitive peak with a hunger that made her toes curl.

​He took her with slow, agonizing precision, each thrust hitting the deepest part of her. He was relentless, his teeth grazing her shoulder while he continued to suck and pull at her nipples. Sofia’s head fell back against his chest, her eyes fluttering shut as a sob of pure, unfiltered pleasure mixed with shame escaped her.

​The desk groaned under the weight of their bodies, the wood vibrating with every heavy thrust. He was claiming her—not just as a master claims a slave, but as a wolf claims his mate, marking her soul with every movement.

​"Tell me," he rasped into her ear, his voice vibrating through her entire body. "Tell me you feel this." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

​Sofia couldn’t speak. She could only moan as he increased the pace, his mouth leaving her breast to bite the curve of her neck.

​Suddenly, he pulled out of her. "Fuck!" he groaned, his voice ragged. He stepped back and began to stroke himself, his eyes never leaving hers as he released onto the floorboards.

​As he finished, Sofia lay naked on the desk, breathless and exhausted.

​The silence was suffocating—until the heavy click of the door handle echoed like a gunshot.

​The door swung open, and Matthew stood in the doorway, his face pale and eyes wide.

​His eyes traveled from the torn rags of the maid’s uniform on the floor to the desk, where his best friend stood naked beside Sofia.

​The air in the room turned to ice. Damien didn’t scramble to cover himself. Instead, he slowly lifted his head, his eyes glowing a lethal, predatory gold as he turned and shifted his body, shielding Sofia from Matthew’s sight.