Surrender To Us, Our Luna (One Luna, Four Alphas)

Clementine:

There was utter silence in the bathroom. I knew they were watching my breasts before Troy sighed and clapped.

"Okay, enough. It's not like anyone here is interested in this skunk. People get naked all the time before their transitions," he stepped ahead and stood in front of me, his back facing me.

"Yeah, right. She must be thinking we're desperate," said Haiden, scoffing and walking past me. I let go of my shirt, and it covered my body again.

"Let's not give her false hopes that handsome alphas like us could ever be satisfied watching her body," Yorick added, leaving the bathroom. To be honest, their comments helped me feel better. It made me feel like nothing wrong happened here.

"Give her the pieces back. Let her sit and tape them together, and only then will she realize how hard it is to pick up the broken pieces and fix them," there was a deeper meaning behind Troy's words. He saw me as someone who had wronged him.

Betrayed him.

His hatred for me came from the past we shared. The rumors that ruined his life for a while were no small thing either, anyone would turn bitter.

I stood with my hands down, eyelashes wet.

As soon as Troy walked past me, I sighed and expected Ian to return the pieces like the others had asked him to.

"You know, betrayal leaves a bitter taste in the mouth, like medicine does. But sometimes, giving someone a taste of their own medicine is important," Ian's voice still sent goosebumps through my body. It was so deep and heavy, like a broken robot talking.

But his actions were far worse than his creepy smile. He parted his fingers, and the pieces started falling into the toilet.

"No!" As I screamed, I heard the others rush in behind me. Ian didn't waste a minute before flushing the toilet.

I sat on my knees and watched the pieces flush away while little sobs escaped my lips.

"What the fuck, Ian? We made a deal with her," in came Yorick, yelling at Ian.

"You did. I didn't. I just did what she had done to me," Ian responded, not even a little guilty as the others looked at him with judgment in their eyes. This is why I wanted him out of our room.

"Fuck you," Troy joined Yorick. I didn't care what they were doing behind my back, but I could tell they weren't happy that Ian went against them. This was what a typical alpha mentality looked like.

They would even turn on each other if the time came. And I could tell Ian was the one who would be responsible for such a disaster. I closed my eyes and got up from the floor, and they all went silent. Then I ran the tap and washed my face in the sink.

They all silently watched me as I cleaned my face, dried it, and then walked out of the bathroom like nothing had happened. Crying in front of them would mean to give them the satisfaction that they can twist my life and hurt me.

They came out as well, taking their beds. The sight of them was angering me, but I was holding it all in, pushing down the rage that could ruin everything.

That night was the hardest one to get through. I tossed around in my bed, had nightmares about losing my family pictures.

The thing was, they didn't know, but Troy did. He knew what those pictures meant to me and had told the alphas, but he couldn't control them.

It was obvious Ian wasn't someone who forgets or forgives easily.

The next morning, I was up before them. So I took a shower, tied my hair in a tight bun, and wore a hat. Then I slipped into a gray oversized shirt and baggy, knee-length shorts.

Today was the first day of training. There were other groups in the dorms on the other side of the academy, but we were told not to talk to each other until the announcement. It wasn't more like training but fighting to survive for everything that never seemed like a luxury before.

The academy was built with legs spread out with a passage, each wing had an open corridor and a dorm room at the end. So it wasn't really possible for groups to run into each other anyway.

Even the meals were served separately to every group.

After we were all ready, we sat on our beds in silence. Nobody spoke.

Then the Lurker arrived. He didn't have to say a word, just pointed his finger at each of us, one by one, and then toward the door.

We all got to our feet, but the minute I tried to stand in line, Haiden pushed me out and took my spot. In the end, I was the last one in the line.

We were taken into the mountain forest, where a podium had been set up for us.

Yorick reached it first, standing behind it and holding a piece of paper.

"It's the first day. The training is simple. All of you will start running and reach the finish line before the others. There will only be one winner. The rest will come back to the same spot tomorrow morning and every day until the next announcement, and practice their sprinting speed," Yorick smirked as he put the paper down.

"Guys, did I tell you I used to play basketball in high school?" he smirked, reminding me of our time together. I remembered, even if the others didn't.

"Huh, let's see who wins," Haiden scoffed, probably getting a flashback of always playing for our high school and winning on the football team.

I stayed quiet. None of them knew that when it came to sprinting, they couldn't beat me.

And that's where I planned to take them down.

"So what? We should just start?" Troy had his hands on his waist, looking around. I guess, like me, they expected the row before us to be filled with teachers, or whoever they were that would train us. We had expected a proper marathon setup. But there was nothing here.

Yorick came and stood with us in line. "Maybe we'll get a clue what to do."

This academy was nothing like we had imagined. There were no clear instructions, just these masked men—silent Lurkers everywhere. Even when we asked them questions, they wouldn't respond.

But the minute we formed a line, the Lurker raised his arm into the air, pointing at the sky with the gun in his hand. The guys around me crouched down at the starting line, fingers pressed to the dirt, one foot forward, hips raised, every muscle tight and ready to launch, while I stood still like a viewer.

As soon as the Lurker fired the gun, the guys began to sprint like their lives depended on it. I stayed behind, looking around briefly. My instinct told me we weren't as alone as we thought we were.

I gave the guys a head start.

And then, with a smirk on my lips, I started running.