The Alpha's Rejected But Wanted Luna

Amelia's POV Being an Omega in the Blood Moon Pack means just two things: a slave and a breeder. That’s how we are looked upon; the thought of being a slave to the pack just because I was born weak didn’t just seem right to me, but what could I do? Worst of all, I am living as a slave in my own father’s house; my mother died while giving birth to me. Making my father my worst enemy, he believes I am a cursed child for taking his wife’s life. He had remarried when I was 14 years old. My stepmother Mariam is a devil incarnate, but her son Hunter, my stepbrother, is the devil himself. Since he came here, he has always crawled under my skin like a centipede. The way he looks at me like I am a prey waiting to be devoured by him, I detest his whole existence. Running through the forest has always had an effect on me. I just couldn’t explain how it has a way of calming my nerves and making me feel free and not choked up. I had just turned 18 today, and today was one of those days I really wish I had my own mother to wish me a happy birthday, play with me, and tell me stories of what the whole mating process is like. I heaved a sign, as my chest were heavy and filled with a lot of questions. Will I meet my mate today? Who will it be? Is he handsome? Lots of questions filled my mind, and I don’t know what to do about them. I just want my mate to be someone nice, kind, and, of course, handsome. He would take me away from the hell I live in; we would be happy together and have children. A smile made its way to my face as I fantasized about my mate. Just then, I heard a sound coming from the lakeside, and I walked over there to see who it was. My eyes landed on the two bullies in the Blood Moon Pack. Stephan and Lyord, my eyes widened at the thought of them catching me, and as I took a step back, a dry stick snapped, causing a low sound. I hope I didn’t get caught. "Look, it's an omega!” One of them said , and they threw a stone at me. I rolled my eyes as I turned, and I started to run as fast as my legs could without looking back. I finally got to the front of my house as I heaved a sign before I walked into the hell called my house. Hunter my stepbrother, was the only one home and I was shocked to see him lighting the stove on. So he can cook for himself I mumble to myself. “Hey! I am hungry. Make me something to eat!” He spits out. “How about you make yourself something to eat, so if I didn’t come home, you won’t eat? “Are you talking to me like that? Hunter walks up to me, and a slap resounds on my chin, making my eardrums squeak. I scream in pain. “Even if you kill me, I am not going to cook for you! You have your own hands. I said quickly stomping off to my room to cry. His mother wasn’t here anyway to support him. My ears were still ringing from the slap as I cried so much. I wish I could just run away from this hell and never come back. My door flings open as Hunter walks in angrily, and my heart pounded against my chest as he paced majestically around my room. “I see you have grown wings now. He starts slowly, and an evil smirk is planted on his face as he wonders what he would do to me. “Leave me alone. Hunter, you can cook for yourself. You were just about to start cooking when you saw me, and suddenly all your energy flew away. Hunter walks to my bed and jumps on it. He starts to pull my hair and drag me as I hold onto the sheets. I wasn’t going to cook for him even if he killed me today. “Stop Hunter! I said, crying, as I tried to pull my hair away from his hands, but he tightened his grip. He kicked his leg into my belly, and a sharp pain erupted in me as I screamed out in pain. Just then he groped my breast, and my eyes widened in disbelief. He pushed me into the bed, jumped on me, and squeezed my hands together. It felt like my fingers would break into pieces. This is what you get for being stubborn! He said in a mocking tone as he started to pull at my clothes, trying to undress me and tearing my clothes in the process. "Stop, please, Hunter, stop!” I started to beg him, but he wasn’t listening to my pleas. The sound of his laughter echoed in the room, and I felt sick to my stomach. Something sparked in my head, and I started to s***h at everything my hands could touch. “Ouch! you bastard!” Hunter screamed. He stood up from my body, and I could see blood gushing from his face. What have I done? His eyes were wide open as he stared at me like I had gone mad. He starts to walk away, and he turns back to look at me, my heart pounding at my chest. I was scared of what he would do or say next. “You will pay for this!” He finally said before stomping away from my room. I knew I was in big trouble, but if I told my father what he had just tried to do to me, he would be in bigger trouble. My door flung open for the hundredth time today, and this time around, my stepmother walked in. I could tell she was boiling in anger as hot air filled the room, causing me to shiver in fear. “Have you seen what you did to Hunter’s face?” I nodded my head slowly. She yanks my clothes and starts to drag me out of the room. I knew I was in trouble already. “Look at him, you monster!” She slapped me and pulled my chin up. My eyes slowly came into contact with his face; a long, thin line was drawn from his eyesbrown down to his cheeks, and I winced silently at the sight. “Can you see for yourself? So while no one was home, you tried to kill my son when he tried to fight you off, you horny slut! My eyes widened at her words. I couldn’t believe he would lie to her if I threw myself at him. “Hunter tried to r**e me! Your precious son tried to r**e his stepsister!" There I said it: What is she going to do now? I looked over to my father, hoping for some reaction from him, but he just sat there and looked away from me. “You lying b***h!” A slap resounded on my face again, causing my eyes to sting! Hot tears roll down my cheeks. "Hunter! light on the stove and put the knife on it! So you think you would give my son a scar on his face and get away with it? Let’s see how your face will look when I burn it.” Hunter runs to light up the stove. “No! No, please,” I begged her as she tightened her grip. I looked over to my father, expecting some reaction from him. "Father, do something!” I start to beg him, but he doesn’t turn to look at me. As Hunter holds the knife and starts to bring it closer, I start to scream at the top of my voice. Burning my face means I will be mateless for life. The thoughts alone cause all the hairs on my skin to rise. She held the knife and tried to burn my face with it. I held her hands, struggling with them as Hunter came to help her. The knife finally landed on me, and I screamed in pain and agony as my skin burned. I looked over to my shoulder as the knife burned through my cloth. She yanks the knife away and tries to burn my face again, and I had given up until my father held her hands quickly. She looked over to him, shocked that he had helped me, and a small smile planted on my face. He was still my father, after all. “Why would you help her? Did you not see what she did to my son's face?" She yells at him. “If you burn her face, we will be stuck with her for life, as no man will want to be mated with her.” As the words left his mouth, my heart broke. I felt a sharp pain in my heart. I felt like a fool for believing a part of him cared for me. They all started to laugh at his words, and I ran to my room and broke down in tears. I cried for what felt like hours, and when I heard their laughter, I cried some more. I glanced around the room, and my eyes landed on my bag, and a thought came into my head. How about I just run away from this hell? I started to pack a few clothes into my bags until I heard a low sound. Amelia! I turned and followed the sound. As I opened my window, I saw that Camila was calling me. “Today is Alpha Damien’s birthday ceremony; he invited everyone. Are you going? She whispered softly. “Alpha Damien..” I said slowly. What if I find my mate in the ceremony and he takes me away far from here? A smile creeps into my face at the thought. "Yes, I am. I called out to Camila. I cleaned up the wound I had gotten, wore one of the few nice dresses I had, and sneaked out of my window. Running away can wait. Let’s go find my mate.