Fifteen Mates.

EASY AND NICE, LITTY KITTY.

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, covered 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 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 Wolfsbane clan, 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.

And so what?

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

“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.

“Woah!” He exclaimed. “Wow! Take it easy, little girl. 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.”

Clenched my fist, fuming at his words. “I f*****g hate you.” 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, slim and curvy, and got pretty white skin.

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

Omegas are perceived as weaklings, despicable losers, cursed, and vulnerable, always spreading their scent around, waiting for a man to take them under 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 not allowed into any sort of issue, still we agonise over the prejudice of Omegas.

My Omega mother always says female Omegas are 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 for not giving him an alpha.

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 shapeshifted.

My parents were happy for me.

I conquered the wolf 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.

I was the daughter of the leader of the Fire pack.

They have to respect me.

We strive to be the strongest of all, because in the past, hundred years ago, we were the pack’s slaves; we were the animals, used like worthless pieces of trash, and criticised.

They step on us; Sit on us; they throw leftovers at us like dogs, sitting beside their master and much whatever was given to us anytime they felt like we needed to eat and used us as they damn fit.

Why?

Because we were weak and pathetic, that’s what I will call it.

We didn’t stand up for ourselves.

If we had done that, we wouldn’t have been slaves to them for hundreds of years.

Enduring the maltreatment and torture we got from them daily.

We got angry, filled with rage, and charged toward them, resulting in a war that freed our people.

Our clan with blood in our hands.

Little did we know that was not the end. More people increased, becoming our enemies as the day passed, not realising we were moving to our death, our grave.

I cried.

The Alpha chuckled. “Do you know how many people say those words to me every day, little kitty? This is not the first time, and none of those curses have worked on me. You are wasting your time.”

“I’m not your kitty. Don’t call me that. I’m not wasting my time. I will haunt you and make sure I kill you, till my last breath. Will never let you lay your hands on that power or let you touch the power of our clan.” I threatened.

His warriors burst out laughing.