Mate.
1196 Words
LOTTIE’S POV
I woke up with a start, my body aching all over as I sat up in my small bed in the dimly lit slave quarters. Pain shot through my side as I moved, and I winced, realizing that my body was covered in bruises from the incident earlier in the day. I hadn’t eaten all day, and hunger gnawed at my stomach, adding to my discomfort.
As I looked around, I noticed that the slave quarters were empty. The other maids and omegas must have left for the Full Moon event. I could hear faint strains of music in the distance, indicating that the celebration had already begun.
My heart sank, and I felt a pang of loneliness as I sat there, separated from the festivities and the joyous atmosphere beyond these walls. The Full Moon event was a night of revelry for everyone else, but for me, it was just another reminder of my bondage, of the chains that kept me tied to this place.
A thought coursed through my mind in that instant. Today was my birthday, my 18th birthday. My mother, had always assured me that things would change for good on my eighteenth birthday, but here I was, seated in this dainty, old musty room, my body broken and bruised.
I glanced out the window, where the silvery glow of the full moon bathed the world outside. It was a breathtaking sight, a reminder of the celestial power that governed our lives. In that moment, I couldn’t help but feel a deep connection to the moon goddess—the one entity that seemed to witness the struggles of those trapped in this world.
With a heavy heart, I whispered a prayer to the moon goddess, my voice filled with both desperation and determination. “Moon goddess, hear my plea,” I murmured. “Grant me strength to endure this torment and the courage to break free from these chains. Let your light guide me towards a future where I can live with dignity and freedom.”
As I finished my prayer, a thought clicked in my head, like a small tug. Why don’t I just, run away from here? I couldn’t bear the torment of the alpha brothers any longer. I had endured enough, and I knew that running away was my only chance for freedom and a life of my own.
Forcing myself out of bed, I winced at the pain shooting through my body, but I gritted my teeth, refusing to let it deter me. Every step felt like a struggle, but my mind was resolute—today was the day I would break free.
I made my way to a small wooden chest at the foot of my bed, opening it to reveal a set of clothes.
With shaky hands, I changed out of my maid’s uniform and slipped into the plain tunic and pants. The fabric felt coarse against my skin, but I welcomed the unfamiliar sensation. It was a symbol of my rebirth—a fresh start outside the confines of the pack.
As I fastened the last button, I glanced around the empty slave quarters one final time. There were memories here—both bitter and sweet—but I knew it was time to leave them behind.
I owned little to nothing of important, except a small portrait of my mother I kept, in remembrance of her.
With a small portrait of my mother clutched tightly in my hand, I left the room with utmost care. Every creaking floorboard felt like a loud echo in the empty hallway, threatening to betray my escape. I tip-toed down the stairs, my heart pounding with both excitement and trepidation.
The pack house was usually bustling with activity, but tonight, it was eerily quiet. Everyone had gathered to attend the Full Moon event, leaving the hallways deserted. It was a stroke of luck that worked in my favor, granting me the chance to slip away unnoticed.
I moved like a shadow, my steps cautious, and my breath held in anticipation of any sudden noises. I had to remain unnoticed until I reached the outside. The thought of finally leaving the oppressive confines of the pack house was both liberating and nerve-wracking.
As I made my way towards the front door, I couldn’t help but glance back at the life I was leaving behind. Memories flooded my mind—The moments j had spent as a child, with my mother.
With a deep breath, I pushed open the front door and stepped outside into the cool night air. The moon cast a silvery glow over the surroundings, guiding my way like a guiding hand.
In the distance, I caught a glimpse of the Full Moon event. It was a sight to behold—the pack members gathered around a massive bonfire, dancing and celebrating under the moon’s watchful gaze. The rhythmic beat of drums filled the air, mingling with joyous laughter and voices raised in jubilation.
I turned my eyes away from the celebration and decided to continue my journey. But just as I was about to venture into the deeper shadows of the forest, I heard a soft, ethereal voice behind me.
“It is time for the mate ritual,” she said, her voice carrying a sense of solemnity.
I turned around, my curiosity piqued, and there before me stood the pack’s priestess, a figure revered for her connection to the moon goddess. Her eyes sparkled with wisdom as she regarded me.
My heart skipped a beat, and despite my initial intention to leave everything behind, I felt drawn to witness this significant event. The mate ritual was a sacred tradition, where the moon goddess was said to guide individuals towards their destined partners.
Curiosity got the better of me, and I decided to stay and observe from afar, eager to see who the unlucky girl chosen to be bound to the alpha brothers would be.
As I approached the crowd, the priestess raised her arms, her voice carrying over the hushed silence. “Let the mate ritual begin,” she proclaimed.
In that moment, a strange sensation washed over me. I felt a tug, an inexplicable pull from within, as if some unseen force was guiding me. My heart raced, and I knew this feeling.
I was being pulled to my mate.
Unable to resist the sensation, I ran further into the crowd, searching for the source of this magnetic pull. I had no idea what was happening, but I was determined to find my mate.
As I pushed through the throng of pack members, my eyes scanned the faces around me. My heart pounded with anticipation, and I felt a mixture of fear and excitement.
And then, almost instinctively, I found myself standing before the three alpha brothers—Jax, Rocco, and Calix. My breath caught in my throat as my eyes locked with theirs, and the sensation intensified, pulling me even closer.
“No, this can’t be,” I whispered to myself, my mind struggling to comprehend what was happening.
The three brothers all locked gazes with me, and chorused, “Mate.”
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