My Alpha Wants Two Lunas I'm Done novel Chapter 75

Chapter 75 Despair

Third-person POV:

The freezing wind on the snowfield felt like broken glass cutting into Maris’s skin.

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Silas crouched down to cut the bloody silver chains off her wrists. A flash of icy anger passed through his eyes.

He wasn’t just mad about the cruelty; he was heartbroken that something so precious had been ruined.

Eric Osborne had been the best heir to the Solantia Kingdom’s throne. He was Silas’s proudest nephew and his star student. And he had died at the hands of someone as greedy and disgusting as this.

If Eric hadn’t been badly injured protecting the lank and drained of energy, a loser like her never would’ve caught him.

The chain snapped. Silas grabbed her hair and dragged her out.

Then he spun and threw her down.

She landed in an open area covered in snow. Eighteen people lay there, naked. Dark red blood had pooled under their bodies, not fully frozen yet. Scattered around them were the gross parts that had been hacked off their bodies. It was a gruesome sight.

Screams rose one after another-sharp and filled with despair.

Seeing them squirming and struggling instantly reminded Maris of Eric.

The difference was that Eric had tried to stay quiet, only letting out a pained groan when he hit his limit.

These guys? They fell apart and started wailing the second the torture began.

She remembered how her soldiers cheered when Eric couldn’t hold it in anymore and let out a pained groan.

Back then, she thought breaking the will of someone so proud was a thrilling victory.

Maris was terrified. She scrambled backward on her hands and feet, trying to escape the bloody nightmare.

But Silas yanked her hair and dragged her back,

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Chapter 75 Despair

“Scared? We’re just getting started.”

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Silas’s voice was as cold as the ice around them. Maris felt like her soul was about to leave her body.

He nodded, and a few Solantian warriors stepped forward holding specially crafted weapons.

They weren’t ordinary blades, but torture tools engraved with suppression runes and coated with a mixture of wolfbane and silver powder.

They slashed into the screaming soldiers, leaving deep wounds that exposed bone. The wounds quickly darkened and decayed. Their healing ability was suppressed. Blood poured out, staining the snow bright red.

Maris tried to look away and squeezed her eyes shut, but someone grabbed her chin and pinned her shoulders, forcing her to watch the brutal punishment.

She trembled like a leaf in the wind. Not just from fear, but because she knew what was coming next.

And she was right.

She was shoved onto the freezing snow. Strong hands held her arms and legs down like iron clamps.

A few cold-faced werewolf warriors stepped forward. Using icy razors laced with powdered silver, they roughly shaved off every bit of hair on her body-her hair, her brows, and the thick fur that marked part of a werewolf’s form.

This “de-furring” was the ultimate humiliation in werewolf culture. It meant losing their animal nature and warrior honor, leaving them as nothing but a naked, pathetic creature.

The shame cut deeper than the freezing wind.

Next, someone forced her mouth open and shoved a thick, stinking paste down her throat.

It was made from Rotheart Grass and withered wolf vine, mixed with finely ground silver. It wouldn’t kill her right away, but it would keep burning her stomach and energy core, leaving her weak and in agony. It also released a smell that other werewolves found repulsive, marking her as something “tainted” from within

Then, they took a rough cloth soaked in a special chemical and started scrubbing the back of her neck-the place where Holt had once left his mark on her as his Luna.

The liquid burned like acid, physically and magically stripping away the bond.

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