Alpha's Blind Luna



*** Auri's POV***

There is something about feeling your mind slip. Letting go of the fight and just falling into the void. Feeling nothing and not caring. They couldn't reach you, couldn't make you do things, not in the void. You were disassociated from your body. It was a feeling I was all too familiar with. One I was glad Ezekiel had yet to reach.

There was still light in his eyes. Still a fight, a hope, and I was glad I wasn't too late to save him. Vale deserved better than to have his mate ripped from him. He deserved better than the experience Logan and I had gone through.

Logan was already lost to me. The connection between us one sided. So much so that even my side of our bond started to wither but now, I was glad. He wouldn't need to feel this pain again. Not that he could. The amount of silver that was holding me up was more than Micah had ever used. But at the time, he didn't know who I was. I wondered if they knew I couldn't feel pain. If they realized every time they tortured me I felt nothing.

"How is our Luna Queen today?" I heard one of the vampire guards call to me, his name was Chet, the main asshole who watched over me. There were far too many days he liked to talk in the third person.

I was dangling by my wrists with silver cuffs. Wearing a woven silver mail, a collar, ankle cuffs and chains wrapped around my legs, up around my torso, chest, and then my arms, I wondered why they had anyone watch me at all. I also wondered if I had any skin left.novelbin

"I've got a list of boys today for you. They are all waiting to fuck you into oblivion." He sneered at me, still standing at a safe distance away.

"It will have to wait. We have an operation for it today." One of the lab coats spoke up.

I didn't know if they were scientists or doctors or both so I decided to just refer to them collectively as lab coats. They all sounded the same. All turned a blind eye to the torture and rape because I was their greatest subject. Honestly, I don't know which days I preferred more. Torture days, rape days, or operation days. If I had to choose it probably would be torture. Only because I couldn't feel it anyways. Just sometimes they put me in uncomfortable positions for long periods of time.

"Damn it. Do you want me to prep it?"

Ah yes, if it wasn't in mocking, I was it or thing or mongrel or mutt. I was their plaything and they owned me. Just like before.

"No. I will take it. The doctors are already waiting."

I felt myself being lifted from where I was hanging, the chains coming with me. Chet, I assumed, tossed me over his shoulder like a rag doll and carried me out of the place that was my prison. It was a couple minutes before I was tossed onto a steel bed. It was hard and my head smacked against it made a loud sound. Multiple hands tied me down as I listened.

"We are going to see today if we can't fix that throat. We need to hurry up though, Mark should be here to cut the connections. Then we have a long list of to-do surgeries before the two bigger ones."

The table moved as they wheeled me into another part of the dungeon I was in. There was no feeling of light, no sense of where I was. I knew I wasn't where we had met Ezekiel, that was apparent. Outside of that, I could be anywhere in the world. There was a buzz and I felt a cold metal touch my head. It was so shocking that I nearly cried. They were buzzing my hair off completely.

"Someone sweep this up, quickly! We need to get started."

Someone turned me over, strapping a mask on me. The air tasted heavy and smelled sweet. My head started to become fuzzy and I lost consciousness as their voices droned on in the background.

I woke up to another chatty person in my cell. They were chained to the floor like all the rest. So far, this would make number thirteen.

'Every single person we put in here with you, they will become a part of you. Their death will be the next surgery for you.'

Those words echoed in my head every time I heard them bring in a new victim. I stopped trying to get their attention, stopped trying to push away my boredom by acknowledging them. Some were quiet, knowing exactly why they were here and knew that they wouldn't last long. Others, apparently like this one, were nervous chatters. Rambling into the aether until their throat got sore or they ran out of shit to say. This one reminded me of Pipsqueak. She spoke a mile a minute and worked herself up and down.

"Honestly, how can they even treat us this way? If you're going to kill someone, just get it over with and quit making their life worse than dying already is!"

I chuckled without meaning to, the hissing sound filling room. The voice finally stopped for a second.

"You're...alive?"

I lifted my head and adjusted my full body, the chains scraping against the wall and my bones popping. I moved my fingers and flipped her off.

She chuckled as well. "Alright. Alright. You're alive. Didn't need to be that rude."

Shaking my head, I let it fall back against the wall for a bit, relieving the pressure on my neck.

"What's your name? My name is Illya. My mates name is Uriel. I have a sister, her name is Faunus, my brother is Grehgor and..."

She must have been watching when I put my hand up telling her to stop. I signed each letter out. I d-o-n-t c-a-r-e.

Huffing, she called back, "Gosh you're a rude one. We are death mates and you don't care?"

N-o-t d-e-a-t-h m-a-t-e. E-x-p-e-r-i-m-e-n-t.

"What? They told me they were going to harvest my insides. Did they not tell you that?"

F-o-r m-e.

She went quiet and I knew she understood what I meant. Hell, she may have been able to feel just how fucked up I already was. Surgery after surgery that they put me through but continued to keep me alive. Even going back again and removing what they put in because it wasn't working. I was their toy. Nothing but their supernatural wolf toy. After a moment, I lifted up my hand and signed again.

A-u-r-i.

"Auri? Is that your name?"

I nodded.

“Well, I'm sorry, for what it's worth. That you're stuck here."

I-m s-o-r-r-y y-o-u-r h-e-r-e.

She chuckled again. "Me too. My mate is going to be furious. He recently ascended the throne. He told me to be careful. Told me I shouldn't go out. I guess he got the final 'I told you so'."

U-r-i-e-l-?

"Do you know him? Not many wolves know much outside of their own territories. I'm surprised! You must have a hell of a story."

M-e-t h-i-m t-w-i-c-e.

"Twice?! Who are you? Auri...Auri...Auri....it doesn't ring a bell."

Q-u-e-e-n.

"Oh fuck!"

I hissed a chuckle as I heard her slap her hand over her mouth.

"You're that Auri. I'm so sorry. I...how...how could they..."

Shaking my head, I tried to push against the wall with my feet to allow myself to take a deep breath. It was hard but I finally got my chest to expand and exhaled slowly.

"Well, now I know why I'm here."

I cocked my head slightly.

Illya shuffled and I heard the chains move. "My power, which is considerable since I'm the mate of the King, stems from my eyes. If your the Luna Queen, you're blind right? They might want to transplant my eyes to you."

My heart sank and I balled up my fists until I finally signed. I-m s-o-r-r-y.

Her laugh was musical. "Auri, honestly, if I was going to be some slimy vampires eyes I would be madder than a kerris awake on a winters morning. But knowing it's going to you...makes me feel a bit better."

Shaking my head, she started to laugh again. "Yes. Now. Im not quite talked out. What would you like to hear about? I'm no good with current events, that's U's thing. But I can talk about fey, or about the forest, or..."

H-o-m-e.

"My home?"

I nodded and she took a deep breath.

"I haven't been home in years. But where I came from, it was one of the oldest forests outside of the royal city. The trees reached impossibly high and some where so wide if you got my whole town together, you couldn't create a ring around it. But it was home."

Illya jumped into describing every nook and cranny of her home. Quietly, I listened, only shifting minimally knowing how much my chains made noises. At some point, the both of us fell asleep but I was woken up by her humming. It was deep and I could feel the lace of power in it. The same power you could feel when you walked through a fey forest. Shifting so she would know I was awake, she stopped humming.

L-o-v-e-l-y.

"It's a song passed down in my town. I guess, if you are going to have my eyes, I should teach it to you." Her chuckle was more hollow now. I tried to give her a small smile but I'm sure after all this time it looked terrible. "Auri, do me a favor?"

I cocked my head to the side.

"Uriel, he will feel my power, even if it's transferred to you. He may come to you. If he does, can you tell him that I love him. That I want him to raise our children in the old ways as well as the new. And that he was right, as usual.”

Shaking my head, I felt tears fall for the first in a long time.

"Please, Auri."

My head fell forward and I squeezed my eyes shut. O-k.

"Thank you. Now, let me teach you this song."

She meticulously went through the song even though I couldn't repeat it. I did in my head though, I memorized every bar, every word. Even though I wasn't familiar with the old fey language, I listened to every syllable she said. Over and over again I repeated it in my head. Committing it to memory. Illya then went into a long tyrade about how she would change the royal city and what should be updated.

The next time I woke up, tears fell again. Illya was gone. The room echoing as my chains scraped and not a single breath outside of my own. I started to choke on my sobs. For the first time, I truly felt broken.

People wonder what the worst kind of torture there is out there. Some immediately think pain. Being in pain is the worst kind of torture. Some say psychological torture or mind games. While I don't like to think of myself an expert in these things, I can say definitively that it's neither of those. I've been broken, beaten, stabbed, resurrected, raped, experimented on, and even occasionally let go to see if I could get free, but nothing is more torturous that boredom.

The time between. I would saver the moments when I wasn't left to my own devices. With Micah, I filled my time finishing Max's song. Over and over again. I would go through set lists and list out the things I needed to do in the pack. Now though, all the things seemed lost. Hours, days, weeks, I was just left strapped to the wall. I went through Illya's song but it was hard focusing after a while.

For a while, their experiments broke up the boredom. They would wheel me in, knock me out, and I would wake up hours later back in the cell. Then they figured out I couldn't feel pain. This stopped them knocking me out. Just strapped me to the table and opened my body up as they did goddess knows what. I couldn't understand why I was still alive. What their endgame was. The doctors looked at me like a new toy they could play with. The guards looked at me the same but for completely different reasons. Someone in charge was keeping me alive.

The only person I had heard that I knew was High Councilor Mark. I swore I would get revenge, either him or his mate. He happily shoved his dick in me while taking all my bonds and severing them. If I hadn't already lost Kai I would have lost her with how he ripped everything away. Though she probably wouldn't have let me end up in this mess, again. That was when it truly felt like I was back in the hands of Micah. Feeling the complete disconnect with my pack and my mate. I wondered if he felt it. If he knew our bond had been cut. I wondered if Logan cared at all. Goddess forgive me that I still loved him. Not matter all he had done, I still loved him but I was so tired.

I loved being the Huntress. Loved being Luna. Being a mother. Luna Queen I hated. It made me into a trophy for a king. Then becoming king myself? Fuck that. The first time I realized I still had the Alpha King power I nearly sank Morgan and Hector into the ground. We made a pact, not to tell anyone. I would do my best to never use it. It made it easy to help Vale through his shift. His gene wasn't as strong as I was. It was strong, the power effecting even Morgan but it wasn't even a tickle for me.

Now, even hanging from silver cuffs and silver around my ankles, I struggled to keep the power at bay. I could probably let it loose but it felt dangerous even to me. It was like a light switch had been turned on when my bond was removed. That suddenly a filter on the power was gone. It was exhilarating and frightening. Part of my time was spent flexing it like a muscle. Pushing it out and then pulling it back in. Going back out but only an inch farther. Or an inch shorter. Every time. Adjusting small measurements to get a grasp on it.

My body was weakening. I didn't get food. Whenever I would be put on the table and opened up, they would hook up a bag of what I assumed was nutrients that my body needed. But I was past the point of hunger. At first, it gnawed and growled at me but after a few weeks, it gave up. That was around the time they shaved my head. It was almost a relief with how gross it was getting. It had already grown down to my ears. It was a way to tell how much time had passed. Too much time. Too many surgeries. Too many times of getting raped.

I wished I could fall back in the shell I had before. But all I could do was occupy the space where Kai used to be. It made coping easier but I hadn't lasted this long with Micah. I didn't know if that was a good or bad thing. The door opened and I heard three pairs of feet walk in, wheeling the usual

table.

"Will you speak to us today, wolf?"

I raised my middle finger in the cuffs.

"Don't worry. You'll crack soon. Boss is coming to inspect how far along you're coming."

My other finger flipped up. No matter who it was, I wasn't about to just give in to what they wanted. I wasn't THAT far gone yet. The chains slipped from the walls. They never removed them, just piled them up on my body as the wheeled me into what I assumed was their surgery room.

"This time we will need to put her under. It's too much of a risk."

My ears perked up. Finally. Sweet relief. I almost sighed out loud.

"Today is the day we use the fey parts.'

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My stomach clenched but there was nothing I could do. I could only feel the bumps in the uneven floor. The jolt as the table hit the swinging doors.

The whirl of machines and the drone of voices that filled the room. Then the sickly sweet smell as they put a mask over my face and I breathed in the knockout gas. A single tear managed to fall as darkness took me.