The Lunar Queen Chapter 32

Summer POV

I watched Lyric leave for that stupid prom with Lucas. Mason gave me a dumb reason why he couldn’t take me, saying only juniors taking senior classes were allowed to attend the prom this year. It doesn’t matter; I blackmailed a girl on the yearbook committee to get any picture of Mason and Lyric she can find so I can see what’s really going on. It’s been two days since the prom; she should have uploaded the pictures. I pull out my burner phone, and what I see makes my blood boil. Again, he’s kissing that freak. Good thing tomorrow night is the day; I have everything planned. My stomach twists, not from surprise—but from how easy it looks. Like he forgot everything I made him see about her. Like she didn’t spend years beneath me. Like I didn’t put her there. I just need these four idiots to all play their parts tomorrow, and he will never look at her the same way again. “Is everything set for tomorrow?” I link Nathaniel.

“Yes, everything is set,” he links back.

“Good,” I say, shutting the link.

“Summer, we still have time to stop this,” Serena says.

“I really wish you would shut up. It’s already happening. That bitch will pay for every ounce of attention she ever stole from me. Mason is MINE,” I say to her, blocking her out. And for a second—just a second—I can see it slipping. Him. That control I had over him for years. That’s not happening. Not now. Not ever again

I’ve been keeping her blocked more often; all she does is whine and tell me this is wrong. She is such a weak wolf. Hopefully, this time she dies.

Unknown POV

Tomorrow is the day, and I am so nervous. I have been recording our conversations so I can take them to the alpha when the time is right, if they don’t kill me first. Because the way Summer looked the last time—smiling while Lyric screamed—I already know what she’s capable of. And I’m not stupid enough to think I’m different. If Summer can do this to her twin sister, imagine what she would do to me for betraying her. I need to be careful tomorrow; so much is riding on my plan going right.

Lyric POV

It’s Thursday morning, one more day until graduation, and I can’t even bring myself to feel excited. Mason hasn’t said anything about the picture, and that scares me more than anything. Because it means something already happened—and I’m the last one to know. Silence is never a good sign. Especially not from him. Mason doesn’t go quiet unless something is wrong—or he’s trying not to make it worse. And I don’t know which one this is. Today, that feeling of dread is so strong I can almost taste it. “Something is happening today,” Nova says. Not later. Not soon. Today. I can feel it sitting heavy in my chest like a warning I don’t know how to answer. “Yeah, that feeling is too intense,” I reply. I try to shake it off as much as I can, then Mason contacts me. “Sunflower,” his voice sounds sad, like he has bad news. “What is it?” I respond. “Kasey said someone stole her camera,” he says, And just like that, everything clicks into place in the worst way possible. Not a guess. Not a fear. A fact and I feel like the glass around my world shatters. “NO,” I whisper. My heart starts racing so fast it feels wrong, like my body already knows what my mind is still trying to catch up to. That picture wasn’t supposed to leave that room. I throw on some clothes and run straight into the woods. I don’t think. I don’t grab my phone. I don’t call anyone. I just move—because staying still suddenly feels like the worst thing I could do.The woods feel wrong. Too quiet. No birds. No movement. Just the sound of my own breathing—and even that feels too loud. I run for about ten minutes before I’m hit over the head from behind, exploding stars fill my vision. Pain radiates through my skull, and then everything fades to black.

 When consciousness finally claws its way back, my arms ache like fire, wrists bound high above me in thick silver chains that bite into my skin. The metal sears where it touches, a constant burn that drains my strength, but it’s not as agonizing as it should be. I blink against the dim light, taking in the grim room around me—damp wooden walls slick with mold, the air thick with the smell of rust and decay. Flickering shadows from a single bare bulb overhead cast everything in a sickly yellow glow. Blacked-out windows, no escape. Just silence, broken only by the distant drip of water somewhere in the dark.

Time stretches into a hazy blur, minutes or hours, I can't tell. My body hangs limp, muscles screaming from the strain. Then, murmurs filter down from outside the door, followed by heavy footsteps thudding on wooden floors to my right. My heart pounds as Summer walks in, flanked by her sneering crony, Savannah , and with three burly pack warriors bringing up the rear. Their eyes gleam with malice in the low light.

'Look at little miss perfect,' Savannah sneers, her voice dripping venom as she circles me like a vulture.

'Not looking so perfect now,' Summer chimes in, her laugh sharp and cruel.

I lift my head weakly, meeting Summer's cold stare. 'Summer, why are you doing this? I stayed away from him like you said.' My voice comes out hoarse, barely above a whisper.

She steps closer, her face twisted in rage. She slaps me across the face, “i saw the picture Lyric” she spits “I saw you kissing him, how is that you staying away from him” she snarls

'Please, just let me go,' I beg, my throat raw. 'You can stop this now. I'll leave, and I won't be a problem anymore.'

'No!' she snaps, her eyes flashing. 'That is not enough!' She screams the last words, spittle flying. Then, calmer but no less vicious, “you need to learn and so does he, nobody is good enough for him except me” she says. She nods to the warriors “do it”

Two of the men advance, their boots scraping the filthy floor. Rough hands grab at my clothes, knives flashing as they slice through fabric with deliberate slowness. My shirt rips away first, then my pants, leaving me stripped bare, exposed under their hungry gazes. Chills race across my skin, not from the cold, but from the way they rake their eyes over my naked body—breasts heaving with panicked breaths, thighs pressed together in futile modesty. Revulsion twists in my gut, making my stomach churn.

'Please, sto—' The plea dies on my lips as a sharp slap cracks across my face, snapping my head to the side. My cheek burns, tasting blood where my lip splits.

'Shut up,' Summer spits, her breath hot and foul against my ear.

She gestures again, and one warrior uncoils a silver-tipped whip from his belt. The first strike lands across my back with a vicious crack, the metal lashes tearing into flesh like fire. I arch against the chains, a strangled cry ripping from my throat. The second follows, slicing across my shoulders, blood welling hot and immediate. They don't stop—three, four, five lashes raining down, each one carving deeper welts that throb with unholy agony. By the seventh, my voice is gone, reduced to ragged gasps as my body swings from the impacts, skin splitting open in raw, weeping lines.

Savannah steps forward then, a silver knife glinting in her grip. She drags the blade down my arm first, slow and deliberate, parting skin from wrist to elbow in a burning trail. Blood streams down, warm and sticky, pooling on the floor. She moves to my legs next, carving long gashes along my thighs and calves, each cut drawing fresh screams that echo off the walls. 'Please!' I beg through the haze of pain, tears streaming down my face.

This torment drags on for hours, the basement filling with the coppery scent of my blood. They pour wolfsbane into the wounds—vials of the acrid liquid tipped over my arms and legs, seeping into the cuts like liquid flame. It ignites every nerve, a blood-curdling scream tearing from my chest as my body convulses, muscles seizing in white-hot torment. I thrash against the chains, vision blurring, but they just laugh.

A camera clicks—snapping photos of my ruined form, capturing the evidence of my suffering for whatever twisted purpose.

'Now he will learn,' Summer hisses, satisfaction curling her lips. She rears back and drives her boot into my stomach, the impact forcing the air from my lungs in a whoosh. Pain blooms deep inside as she turns and stalks up the stairs, her cronies trailing behind.

The three warriors remain, the vile smiles of two of them widening as they eye me like fresh meat. The shorter one, stocky with a scarred jaw, looks me over from head to toe, lingering on my exposed curves. 'This is going to be fun,' he growls, his voice thick with lust.

“wait Nathaniel maybe we shouldn’t do this, she is already hurt and Summer is gone we can just stop here” the third warrior says. I look up at him and he looks familiar but i can’t remember how i know him. “don’t back out now Josh we’re already here and it’s free” he says wickedly “i’m not touching her, that is wrong she is not mines to touch” Josh says “shut him up” the other warrior says to Nathaniel. He walks up to him and snaps his neck. The tears flow non stop at this point. “now back to you” the shorter one says

'Let's get her down for easier access,' Nathaniel adds, his frame looming like a shadow as he unlocks the chains.

'Please, no,' I cry, my voice breaking as my arms drop, body crumpling to the cold stone.

Nathaniel backhands me hard, stars bursting behind my eyes. 'Shut up, bitch,' he snarls, grabbing a fistful of my hair to yank my head back.

The shorter one shoves me onto the grimy floor, the dirt grinding into my fresh wounds. He fumbles with his belt, shoving pants and underwear down to free his thick, hardening cock. Kneeling between my legs, he pries my thighs apart with bruising force, ignoring my weak struggles. In one savage thrust, he buries himself inside me, stretching and tearing as I scream, the pain sharp and invading. My body, weakened and broken, offers no resistance.

'Ooh, you feel so tight, baby,' he grunts, hips slamming forward in brutal rhythm. 'You must have been a virgin.' His hands pin my wrists above my head, nails digging in as he pounds into me, each thrust grinding against my raw insides. Sweat drips from his brow onto my skin, mixing with my blood. After what feels like an eternity of his grunting assault—five minutes of relentless violation—he stiffens, groaning as he spills hot seed deep inside me.

He pulls out with a wet sound, smirking down at my trembling form. Nathaniel wastes no time, flipping me onto my stomach like a ragdoll. I squeeze my eyes shut, retreating into my mind, imagining anywhere but here—Cole's arms, a safe haven far from this hell. But reality crashes back as the tall warrior spreads my legs and drives his massive cock into me from behind, the intrusion even more brutal, splitting me open. He grips my hips hard enough to bruise, yanking me back onto him with every forceful plunge. Grunts fill the air, his body slapping against mine, the floor scraping my knees raw. Time loses meaning in the endless cycle of pain and degradation; he takes his turn, then they switch again, using my body without mercy until I'm numb, sobs wracking my frame.

Finally, Nathaniel hauls me up, slinging me over his shoulder like discarded trash i glance at Josh’s dead frame and i whimper for his life. My wounds throb with every jolting step as he carries me out, the cool night air hitting my naked skin when he dumps me unceremoniously at the pack's border. Gravel bites into my back, blood and filth caking my body. Broken, shivering, I curl into myself, praying someone finds me before the darkness claims me again. Then, mercifully, it does

But even as everything fades, one thought won’t let go— Summer saw that picture.

And whatever she just did to me…

was never meant to stay hidden.