My Stepfather Is My Mate.

I'M THE WEAKER ONE.

In one hundred and five, a Lycan out of the wolves’ league choose to be the king in the house of wolves, histories, dragons, faes, vampires, tales about our ancestors were being documented for the unborn wolves to read and study, and to know what they went through as wolves back then in the 80s.

They needed us to know they truly existed before humans, but hid themselves away from the humans because they were afraid of what the humans would do to them.

In the human world, they were unacceptable and treated like animals or worse, experimented and turned into lab rats.

They hid themselves from their whole life, went to war and caused bloodshed all over the land with faes, dragons and vampires.

Yet, the wolves admitted to making many mistakes and made a request to the future generations to not make the same mistakes they did and should live a better life, pave a good path for our future and not take after them, that they heavily regretted their lives and wished they were never born but if they could turn back time, they would make a lot of changes.

They suffered so much and questioned whoever was listening to them to take away their lives and fade away, but that didn’t sit well with the clan.

They refused to believe what was in the scrolls and made a claim that it must have been the vampires that tortured them, that was why they felt regrets for their actions for creating war.

We also discovered back then, the wolves were once very wild, untrained, and uncultured.

We were more like rogues back then, tearing each other apart over nothing useful.

We lost ourselves and forgot about humanity, except for the Lycans, who didn’t lose themselves.

They were over the wolves, trained them and brought them up in a civilized manner to avoid blood loss, lives, and bring everyone together, which will eventually bring peace to the realm and choose a leader for the wolves because they knew the werewolves were the problem itself.

Creatures that are connected to the world, and the world to the werewolves.

Those days are long gone, forgotten by humanity.

The history of these stories destroyed by the war, ruined, and lost itself for another hundreds of years but we still recall them through certain burnt histories, the leftovers, the ones which were hidden and left by our predecessors.

We also realized that we were not the only creatures on earth, apart from humans, vampires, faes and dragons existed during those times.

The wolves could feel it, in their blood, this wildness, this power we sensed, built up inside us was still as strong as ever.

When we discovered the moon goddess who introduced herself as the goddess, who created wolves with her powers, it took us a while to accept her.

The moon goddess was a much stronger force than us, keeping us alive and making our lives the best ones ever by bringing along a Lycan, which became our king, and on no account should we ever disrespect him unless we want our heads cut off.

Though Lycans were superior for their powerful strength and power over us, the wolves still hated them and wished to rule as well.

However, that was impossible.

Werewolves are shifters, hunters, and fierce, and they are also s****l beings searching for their mate to breed their pups, so no matter how powerful they are, they must obey their Lycan King.

The wolves also love to have s*x. The hormones which range in them are greater than the ones in humans. They burn hot in passion and loathe being interrupted when in the act.

Our power runs through our veins and fills our lungs.

Most of them are arrogant and disrespectful and can control anything they desire, especially their mates.

Our people experienced a blessing while the world was young and still developing.

Now, I fear that we’re losing ourselves every day and drifting away from our roots, their behavior scares me, when I see a similar incident written in history repeating itself and while the Lycans are trying their best to stop this from happening, from turning into a war because werewolves are very stubborn to the core.

The Lycans continued ruling the kingdom and the realms, but on the inside, our greatest enemies were the vampires and the dragons.

They were the rulers of the realms, controlling everything behind the scenes.

I regretted being born into this lifetime. I wish I was the daughter of a powerful alpha and of the realms, then I wouldn’t be suffering so much.

Even though the Lycans were on our side, a lot of wolves were still suffering in the outskirts of town and I was one of them because I was from a poor background and from a weak pack.

I sat down on the grass wearing a torn yellow gown with my legs close to my chest.

It was quite dark, and the rain was pouring heavily on me that day.

Bullied by a couple of boys who thought they were so strong and better than everyone else.

After all, their families were influential alphas and were pretty loaded.

Scared to tell anyone because I would just get laughed at and mocked for reporting to anyone about them, especially to outsiders since I was the daughter of a poor alpha, who was a farmer in the fields and I didn’t want to bother and make my parents worry about me, it will break their heart if they knew about my circumstances.

So, I endured the pain and kept it to myself and in front of my parents I was the cheerful child but in the dark; I was a drenched cat, soaked and beaten with eggs.

No one knew about some kids bullying me, except for my sister, Claire, who was with me from when we were kids.

She was an alpha, my only sister and my best friend in the world too and I told her not to tell anyone about me or to our parents, though she felt remorseful and bad for not helping me.

Felt sorry and cried for me but my decision was the best part to follow because if she speaks of it to anyone, my problem will only get worse and I don’t want my parents’ life to be at stake, I will never forgive myself.

I couldn’t stop it, but I tried my best and sacrificed so many things just to make my loved ones and my family happy.

An Omega, like myself in a pack full of brutal wolves, surrounded the path I walked in.

I stood firm and proved myself I was not some weakling like the other Omegas, little did I know I was an alpha, and my parents hid my true identity since I turned eight and I suffered for what I knew nothing about and at the end I lost and everyone continued to see me as a pathetic w***e.

‘Take this smelly w***e. Who are ya trying to prove your strength to?’ One of the blonde short kids threw a couple of eggs at me.

The clan believes every Omega is a slut, as far as they are Omegas.

I winced and covered my face as the kids kept stoning eggs, stones, and tomatoes at me for no damn reason and laughed at me.

They will then drag me to a pool and push me into it.