Fifteen Mates.

EASY AND NICE, LITTY KITTY.

“Who cares?’

“Yhaaa,’ He yanks the rope, making the horse move.

The warriors slapped me across the face to keep quiet and tied me with chains, connecting me to the horse.

As the horse moved, they whipped me, and I cried while running along it.

My feet went blistered, and I felt dizzy.

As I sobbed, I knew my pheromones began coming out of me. I was in heat..

No, I’m not supposed to be in heat. This person will rape me nonstop.

Please stop. Alphas were around me.

“STOP,’ The Alpha shouted, turning back. The shock, panic, and dismay ran down my spine as my eyes widened.

The Alpha jumped down from his horse. Unconsciously, I walked past the rest of the pack motionlessly.

He walked towards me standing in chains, bruises were all over my body as I coughed with difficulty.

I perceived him as he surrounded me.

I felt his pheromones. My legs got shaken and almost fell to the ground.

Mate.

I heard my inner wolf speak.

He’s our mate, Crissie, he’s ours.

I was stunned, awful, and shook my head the moment he got close to me.

I felt drawn towards him and didn’t care if I was filthy, my legs were filled with blood, and his hair got thickened with sweat mixed with blood and dirt.

I unconsciously raised my hand and softly touched his rough cheek.

He glanced up at me.

That was the moment I think he knew, because his eyes widened as well, glowed red, and seemed baffled at my appearance before him.

He was my mate. The Alpha of the Red Lycan Pack, the man who burned down my clan, killed my parents, including everyone in the pack.

How absurd. No, it can never be. No! No!

No! No! I can’t believe this.

I took a step back, forcing myself to back off away from this beast.

This MONSTER.

This monster can never be my mate, he can never be, I wouldn’t let him take over me, no freaking way.

We both stared deeply into each other’s eyes, as if we’ve seen and known each other for a long time.

“I see, you are the Omega.” He muttered.

I gritted my teeth forcibly. Was he going to kill me too? I was an Omega.

What could he possibly want from me? I shivered, recalling the scene of my parent’s death, who were killed like animals in a slaughter house.

“How dare you?’ I trembled.

“Hmm…you are one cute girl I’ve seen throughout the whole day.” He laughed and stared into my eyes and my eyes shined yellow as I attempted to take my revenge.

“Wow!’ He exclaimed.

“Who could have thought that this Omega here is my mate? The daughter of the Fire Pack,’ he smirked, coming closer to me as our foreheads touched.

The warriors gasped at what their Alpha just revealed to them and some of them were already giving me death stares.

“Why would the moon goddess bless me with someone like you? Why didn’t she choose a mate from my pack? That’s what I’m curious about,’ he said casually and sighed?

Does he not take this as a big deal to him at all?

What a monster.

He was six feet tall, dashing, and his abs clung to his sleeve because of the sweat. He appeared hard-rocked, and he was pretty muscular and hot.

Snap out of it. He’s the one who killed my parents and my clan. He will never be my mate.

Never!

I said within and focused on his expression towards him with hostility in my tone.

“You are a f*****g bloody monster. I hate you so much. I wish you will die. You killed my parents. I will make you pay.”

“Then, I will be so glad to meet your parents on the other side,’ he mockingly remarked. “No matter how hard your cold-hearted heart is, how powerful you are, you can never beat me, not in this life or the next.”

I clenched my fist, fuming at his words. “I hate you.’ I gritted my teeth and shivered with tears in my eyes. “For what you did to my parents today, I hope you die the same way, bloody monster, and no one will mourn your death.”

My name is Crissie Bardawulf, I’m seventeen years old, and an Omega.

I’m five foot seven feet tall, black eyes, white hair, which was forty-eight inches long, pretty and tied into a ponytail, probably surprised at how long my red hair is.

I had this diamond expression, a pointed nose, red lips, very slim and curvy, and got pretty white skin.

I was an Omega who was always belittled and bullied because of my gender.

Omegas are known for weaklings, despicable losers, cursed and vulnerable and always spread their scent around, waiting for a man to take them into their wings. We were born to be Alpha’s slaves because they were higher than us and we have no right to stand up to them.

Sometimes, we were also late shifters, unless we were lucky to transform earlier than our current status.

However, we can also be lucky, somewhat saved if we came from a family of higher status who can always defend Omegas like me.

I was the daughter of an Alpha.

Still, I suffered but not as much as the other Omegas usually suffer, and have not allowed into any sort of issue, still we agonise over the prejudice of Omegas.

My Omega mother, always says female Omegas are meant for the kitchen, become a wife and be submissive to their husbands that’s what Omegas are good at and that’s the only way we survive.

Yet, I refused to believe such a thing from my mother, does that mean we are only pathetic but useful for only s*x and maintaining the home.

My father depreciated me a lot because I was a woman and not a man, always blaming my mother.

I did everything to please my father.

But I was a late shape-shifting wolf. My father never went by a day without taunting and disgracing me in front of the pack, but it reduced as I was growing up.

Probably he just wanted to accept me the way I was and began showing me love.

I shifted.

My parents were happy for me.

I conquered the pain and came out of the room successfully; I was so different from the rest of the clan and strange.

The leaders of the clan weren’t too happy about it and said that no matter how I am.

I can never be as powerful as an Alpha, demanding a son from my father.

I felt awful, my eyes welling up, my heart broke at the words they said about me. No one believed in me, but my parents did.