True Luna by Tessa Lilly

True Luna by Tessa Lilly (Chasing The White Wolf)

The White Wolf Series Book 2 – CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE – Giving up

(Emma POV)

“Hello, my beautiful little Luna.” I heard a voice that made me sob.

I shut my eyes even tighter, praying to the Goddess that he wouldn’t t*ouch me.

“Oh, don’t cry.” he said, walking closer to me. “It will be over soon. The witches are almost finished. You did amazing, just like I knew you would.”

I wanted it to be over. I wanted to die. I didn’t know what hurt more, their experiments or his touches. I just wanted it to stop.

He placed a hand on my t*high, making me flinch. I couldn’t move away because of the chains.

“Do you think that Logan feels my hands on your b*dy?” he asked, moving his hand up. “Do you think that he will feel it when I enter this sweet p*ussy?”

I clenched my fists, and a louder sob escaped me.

Hearing his name was like a knife through my heart. I missed my mate so much. I wanted to see him. I wanted to hear his voice. I wanted to feel his hands on my b*dy.

“Don’t cry, beautiful.” he laughed, moving his hand away from in-between my t*highs. “You will want me to f*uck you. You will beg me to f*uck you.”

I felt his breath on my face, and a cold shiver went down my spine.

“Open your eyes, Emma.” he commanded.

I shook my head, but he grabbed my face and stopped me.

“Open your eyes.” he growled.

I listened to him and opened my eyes. He smiled at me, moved the piece of cloth from my mouth, and pressed his l*ips against mine.

My stomach turned, and I almost threw up.

He lifted his head and laughed.

“You taste amazing, beautiful.” he said. “I can’t wait to taste every part of your b*dy.”

I felt warm tears slide down my face and into my hair.

“I will let you rest.” he said. “The witches will be back in a couple of hours.”

He placed the cloth back over my mouth and winked at me.

I watched as he left the room. He closed and locked the door behind him.

I sobbed and closed my eyes again. I didn’t want to be awake anymore. I couldn’t look at the damp walls. I couldn’t look at the chains on my b*dy. I couldn’t look at the burns, the cuts, and the bruises.

I couldn’t do any of this anymore. I wanted to leave this world behind. I wanted to give up. I wanted to go.

A soft breeze touched my skin, and I furrowed my eyebrows. What was that? The room I was in didn’t have windows.

I opened my eyes and gasped.

I wasn’t chained to the bed anymore. I didn’t have a cloth over my mouth. I wasn’t in that room anymore.

I was on an open field. I could feel the sun on my skin. I could hear the stream nearby. I could smell the flowers all around me.

I was dreaming.

I looked down, and I wasn’t wearing the d*rty, ripped jeans and a hoodie. I was wearing my favorite yellow sundress with white daisies all over it. “Emma?” a voice I missed so much called my name.

My head snapped up, and I saw my mate standing a few feet away, looking at me wide-eyed.

“Emma.” he repeated quietly, his voice breaking.

He reached out for me, and I closed the distance between us, jumping up in his arms.

I wrapped my legs around his waist and leaned my head on his shoulder. He held me tight against his c*hest, k*issing the top of my head repeatedly. “Oh, my baby.” he cried out. “I missed you, my love. I missed you so much.”

“I missed you too.” I said as I lifted my head and pressed my l*ips against his.

He g*roaned and opened his mouth so my tongue could sl*p inside. The taste of him made me shiver.

This dream was so realistic. It was so hard to believe that it was only a dream.

“I love you.” I mumbled, leaning my forehead against his.

“Oh, baby, I love you too.” he said. “I will find you, okay? We know where you are. We are coming for you.”

My heart broke. I wanted it to happen so much that I dreamed about him saying that he would find me.

I looked at him and gave him a small smile.

“I will miss you so much.” I said quietly. “Promise me that you will take care of Andrew, okay?”

“What are you talking about, baby?” he asked, his eyebrows furrowing. “Why would you miss me? Why would I need to take care of Andrew?”

A tear fell on my cheek, and I looked down at his c*hest.

“I can’t hold on anymore, Logan.” I said quietly. “It hurts too much. I want to let go. I want it to be over. I can’t take the experiments, I can’t take his touches anymore. I can’t.”

“His touches?” Logan growled loudly.

I looked up at him. His canines sl*pped out, and his eyes were a mixture of his and Leon’s.

“I am coming for you, Emma.” he said, pressing me closer to him. “Don’t give up, baby. Don’t give up, please. I need you. I f*ucking love you. I won’t live without you. I refuse it. Don’t leave me, please don’t leave me.”

By the end of his speech, he had tears streaming down his face.

“I love you.” I said, pressing my l*ips against his again. “I love you so much.”

“Don’t say goodbye to me, Emma.” he cried out. “Don’t do it. t to leave my brother.

But the witches’ experiments were pure torture. They wanted to see how far could they take it without me dying. They wanted to see if I could project magic without being marked. They thought that torturing me and bringing me close to death would make me do it. The only thing it did was exhaust me. I was tired. I wanted to close my eyes and drift off into the void. I didn’t want to be hit, burned, or cut again. I didn’t want wolfsbane and liquid silver to be injected into my veins. I didn’t want Samuel’s hands on me again. I wanted it to stop.

“I love you, Logan.” I repeated again.

My b*dy twisted in his arms as I felt the first electric shock wave ripple through me.

The witches were back.

Logan’s eyes widened in panic.

The open field started to disappear slowly.

“I love you, Emma.” I heard Logan’s voice. “I’m coming for you, baby. I’m coming for you. Don’t leave me.”

The second wave had me screaming.