Fifteen Mates.

SWEET REVENGE.

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

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; they 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. I 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.

They were probably thinking I was so silly at making those statements.

Also, because I was short, but I wasn’t and I meant what I was saying to him. This was why my father refused to agree to the truce with him, I think.

We created a pack, trained daily, and avoided being taken over again.

We took over anyone’s territory to become stronger, gain collaboration to become the kings of the nation

And fight for the moon goddess’s power to help the weak.

That was my father’s plan, but he ravaged it all.

“Stop me from taking the power,’ he scoffed. “If only you knew the type of man your father is, his plans on how to misuse the moon goddess’s power, you wouldn’t spill such nonsense from your mouth?”

The moon goddess’ power is a dominant source of a clan.

The light is the source of every wolf’s power and anyone in a pack that gets a hold of it will become powerful and rule over all. It was also said that the moon’s power gives the ruler an immortal body and immense power that can never run out or die.

It was the greatest treasure. Anyone can’t easily get a grab on.

The strongest always stands, and the weak always get discredited and killed. This is the world we live in. We don’t tolerate habit in our clan.

The strongest dynasties of all, including the Lycan kings, those beings were monstrous, Lycan wolves were the beings that we dreaded the most.

Let’s leave that for another day.

“Your parents were bloody fools.” He sneered.

“Don’t talk about my parents like that,’ I yelled and spat in his face. He cleaned and chuckled, but his eyes changed. “Warriors, seize her and let her walk faster than she walked before.” He ordered.

I was frightened, clenched my fist.

I was doomed.

With burning tears flowing down my cheeks, I walked barefoot to their territory.

Exhausted from the walk, I was dried up and got tasty for water.

When we got to the clan, my mate ditched me and plop me in prison.

I felt my wolf whimper within me, my mate sauntering away from me and didn’t give a damn.

A few days later, I was released from prison.

My mate turned me into a slave and I became a rogue without a pack.

I was branded as a slave and a rogue.

I cried so badly, tears were flowing down my face, they were dried up and no matter how much grief I felt, nothing changed and Alpha Kijani was still as fierce as ever.

As the slave that I have become, I was told to serve Alphas food and drinks, and clean up their boots, and I did.

If I refused them for even a bit, my life was on the line and no one would protect me.

One day, I stood in front of one of the Alphas who I was serving drinks to, got furious and poured his drink on me.

I felt cold liquid pour down my head. I didn’t raise my head, I just kept looking at my feet and then he slapped me hard across my face. I staggered a bit but stood my ground.

I could feel my cheek twitch a little at the slap and numb, too. I could also feel my eyes welling up, but I needed to pull myself together.

People were watching my every move. I could also feel what the Alpha poured on my head dripping down my face and I felt soaked and it was the smell of wine from his goblet.

“Why are you still wasting my time, you this worthless Omega?” He said furiously.

I was compelled to find words to say to him, but I held back. “The drinks are finished sir, that’s why I brought them out…”

“Will you shut up your dirty mouth? He roared.

“I’m sorry…”

“Sorry for your useless self,”

SLAP!!

I held my cheek with my hand, feeling that maltreatment once again as I fell to the ground.

I wanted to puke at the disgusting words he just uttered and how he insulted me in front of these losers he called family.

I felt hurt, anger, and fury all at the same time. How long do I have to live like this? Why can’t I just stand and fight for what is right?

How dare he insult me, me, the daughter of the fire Pack?

Why am I keeping quiet and not saying anything? It has always been like this all my life? No one had mind me, since my parents’ demise?

“Don’t interrupt me. When I’m talking, I’m the Alpha here. Don’t you ever try that again or else I will lock you in prison for the rest of your life.” He was as pissed as I thought he was.

This had been my fate. No one cares about me.

I am all alone, sad but true.

I was always the one taking the blame, the insult, the false accusation.

They always pointed at me without a second thought.

That has always been my life. I had no value, neither did I belong to any pack now. I was only a rogue in front of these people and not insignificant to them.

Why should they care about me?

I wish my parents were alive.

I missed them so much and how they both protected me. Perhaps, if they were alive, I wouldn’t be facing this humiliation and becoming a slave in another pack and also a rogue

I felt heartbroken.

I took up a little towel and wiped off the wine poured on my hair when he slapped me again across my cheek.

“Who gave you the audacity to clean up what I poured on you, huh?”

I stood still.

“You should be lucky that the Alpha of this pack was merciful enough to have kept you alive and even turned you to be a slave to him.” The Alpha roared.

I shivered. “I’m…I’m sorry, Alpha, it wouldn’t happen again.” I apologised.

“What is going on here?’’ a thunderous voice sounded behind me.

“Alpha Kijani.” My back was facing him as cracks streamed down my face.

I wiped off my tears.

All my life was all about being an Omega. If only I were an Alpha, they wanted me to die. I knew that, but my mate kept me as a slave instead of him to ridicule me.

“Yes, Alpha Pablo. What is happening here?’ He asked.