The Fated Alpha's Mate Who Cried Wolf.

CURSED PACK.

My name is Ninola Adawulf from the Black Flower Pack.

Born to cause chaos and casualties to my people as I was told.

I loathe my life.

As soon as I realized I was an Omega at a young age, the clan became my worst nightmare.

I wish I wasn't born with this curse, but as a normal wolf and then, I can be part of the pack without being ridiculed.

My people condemned me as a curse to them because I was so different from the rest of them and that made me cry my eyes out every night.

It was painful.

It hurts so deeply.

I never made friends or interacted with anyone, no one wanted to talk to me.

My eyes were yellow and blue, it was unusual for a wolf-like me to have mixed eyes.

I could do stuff, use my powers ten times more than the other wolves and rumors began to spread.

I was a curse that was sent to ruin the pack.

Some of the people in the pack began to die.

That was when I was taken away from my parents.

My parents cried, pleading with the Alpha, the leader of the pack, to let me go.

They would do anything to make sure everything went well, yet, they turned deaf ears to my parent's cries.

I was taken to the slaughter ground, everyone began hailing the Alpha, saying he made the right decision to take away my life because the moment I was born was when things began getting bad for them.

My powers were strange.

They went to the extent of saying that I was making people die, so I could increase my powers.

I was innocent.

I don't know anything about people dying.

How is that related to me?

I cried, dread ran down my spine.

I tried my best to pull myself together, maybe, this was probably the best thing for me, to die.

So, I could stop causing everyone grief and making my parents suffer because of me.

They deserved a better life than me.

My brother's face was so puffed up from crying so much that he took a stone from the ground, which broke my heart and threw it at me.

Then, he shouted. "Go away, you evil witch. You are the reason why we are facing this humiliation." My ten year old brother yelled at me. "Just die already, so we can have peace and stop making my life a living hell. I get bullied and laughed at every day because of you." He cried out.

My mother with tears in her eyes gave him a sound slap across the face.

I was the reason he was always bullied, wherever he goes and the pack never saw him for who he truly was anyway.

"Don't talk to your sister like that again,' she yelled furiously.

"Why?" He cried out. "She is a curse to this clan. If she wasn't born, we wouldn't be facing this issue after all."

The truth hurts but he was right.

If I wasn't born, this wouldn't be happening.

They continued to argue and my father also slapped him and warned him to shut his mouth up.

He then swiveled towards me with a painful look as I was taken away to the slaughter prison and locked in the dark place for the leader to decide my fate and when I will be killed.

I was so terrified of what my life was going to be.

I couldn't sleep a wink because I was going to die as soon as possible.

Every night, I hardly have enough sleep.

My upcoming death was always going round my head.

I kept having nightmares every night, seeing my head being slaughtered away from my body which always made me scream out loud.

I was always offered food and water once a day, before I knew it, I had gotten so thin and no one had ever come to visit me in prison to check up on me and how I was doing, not even my parents.

Perhaps, they weren't allowed to come to visit me, I guess.

A few years passed, yes, that's how long I stayed here.

I couldn't tell in which year I was, I lost track of time and no one was telling me anything.

I get tortured sometimes to spill something I don't even know myself.

Hell on earth is the only thing I can describe how I've lived, having every bit of my soul being stripped away each and every day.

Tears flowed down my cheeks every day, I kept blaming my fate for ever bringing me into this cruel world.

If I was going to die anyway, why was I born into this cruel world?

Why was I alive and suffering, why didn't I die on the day my mom gave birth to me.

This famine and suffering wouldn't have come across the pack and that would have saved my parents.

I was all alone with no one by my side, they must have forgotten me.

Who wants to remember the cursed Omega.

To keep myself company and sane, I usually talked to my wolf from time to time as I cried and she tried her best to console me.

On a fateful day, I saw a man entering inside the prison and stood in front of me.

I froze at the sight of him.

His musky scent of him was coupled with citrus and cedar wood as it floated through my nose.

Mate.

My wolf uttered and whimpered a little and I wondered why she was that way.

I came across my Mate in the slaughter prison.

He was the son of the Alpha of the Duncan Pack while he was the Alpha of the Midnight Pack as he stood in front of me.

While I was in chains and glared at me through the iron walls getting between us.

I widened my eyes at how handsome he was and his high status as well.