Prologue
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Silverdale is famous for two things. The winter and the worthless beauty... the one who lost everything. No winter lasts forever, but that’s not the case for me. I have withstood those cold winters for almost all my life. I was given the title of omega, but only in name, I was treated worse than a slave of the Mystic Shadow Pack that once belonged to my father.
This pack was not always known by this name, but something else... this pack was not led by this tyrant, but my father, Alpha Xander Stansfield... the strongest of all.
I was so happy at my brother’s eighteenth birthday. He was going to be the next Alpha. Tyler was so excited about bringing new changes to the pack. He did tease me a lot and our mother used to intervene in our fights and now, other than missing those memories... I am unable to do anything.
Getting betrayed is one thing, but losing your life because of someone’s greed is the worst. I didn’t only lose only my family that day, but also my voice and my sight. I am living at the mercy of the people who are responsible for slaughtering my people.
The reason that they didn’t kill me was so hilarious that I wanted to laugh at them. They left me to live because they all wanted to mock me, trample on me... I am just a possession to show others that if they dare to raise their voice against their injustice... Alpha Paxton would cut that person’s tongue... just like what he did to me and if someone dared to glare at him... he would make sure that the person wouldn’t be able to see anything in the future... not even his own face in the mirror... just like me.
I am an example for all of them of what would happen to them if anyone even thought about going against him. He made sure that people feared to even take his name.
His children wore high quality clothes and I, on the other hand, wore the hand-down clothes of Alpha’s daughter, Cecilia.
Alpha’s daughter?
That title should have been mine, but now I am nothing more than a slave and the namesake omega of this pack. They beat me for fun. They bully me all the time just so they can pass their time. I am despised by the pack members for no good reason. I was a scared little girl once, but they killed that girl the day they slaughtered my family in front of my eyes.
I thought that after finding my mate, things would become easier for me. I believed he would lessen my pain and sufferings, but it became that I stopped having expectations from anyone. I knew that if there wouldn't be any expectations, then there would be no reason for me to get hurt by any of his actions, but I was wrong. He wanted to use me for his revenge.
I knew the moment he stepped into my life that he wanted something. His aura was dangerous and yet I was not able to do anything, but to get attracted to him. I wanted him, I wanted him to touch all my sensitive parts, I wanted to feel him, but I was aware that he was hiding dark secrets from me.
Thanks to my traumatic experiences, it doesn’t take me long to guess a person's motive for approaching me. When those lunatics took my voice and sight... my other abilities became quite sensitive, but it was impossible for me to guess why that so-called mate of mine suddenly became possessive of me.
Alpha Paxton wanted his son to lead the pack and believe me... Asher is no good. He might be worse than his ruthless father. He kills others without even thinking... before anyone could mark their mates... Asher sleeps with them. He thinks that this is some kind of achievement for him that he slept with the woman before her mate could even touch her. That bastard always gives me a nauseous feeling whenever he tries to touch me with his filthy hands.
“You are mine and I am going to pop your cherry on your eighteenth birthday.” His words keep reminding me of the slave mark that the Alpha tried to engrave on the back of my right shoulder, but for some reason, he failed. I was tormented by Asher’s twin sister for no good reason and she enjoyed throwing me around her boyfriends.
When I was constantly bullied in the pack, I was once rescued and that person was not like others. He tried to cheer me up when I was sad, he put a smile on my face when I cried, but he was not my mate.
They had a chance once to completely ruin me, but they failed. One mistake is enough to cost someone their life. I am not angry, I am wounded and people should always be wary of wounded people. Such people can become beasts.
The one who cried was me, the one who was shattered was me and the one who was going to finish everything was also going to be me. My wounds are green... I make sure that it remains green, as I believe, to give up back the things that I receive from others and I am not going to forget the pain that I once went through in that hellish packhouse.
I thought that my mate only wanted me to get his revenge, but his sudden interest in me is something that makes me confused.
“Where do you think you are going? We need to seal the bond. Now, close the door and come closer to me. I need to have a good look at your face.” His gaze was something that I could never forget, even if I wanted to. I never thought that I could ever get the chance to destroy the people who once betrayed my parents.
They say that what doesn’t break you makes you stronger.
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