Luna On The Run

PIECE OF SCUM.

I silently got up, walked away from him, I knew that if I continue to stay there, he will make matters worse, I had to tend to my injuries and he had to discipline his daughter or else I will be the one in deep s**t, sometimes I feel like, I'm not good enough, I can't even protect her, not to talk more of defending myself, it was for the best or else I will suffer the consequences, besides I have a battle to accomplish, I winced at the pain in both hands and went to my room, I managed to clean myself up and bandaged my injuries since there was no one to help me, I had to do so, myself.

I can never be as powerful as an Alpha, they say, well, they could be right, they could be wrong and I was miserable, yes, they were right and I wish I wasn't part of this world.

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

I did everything to please my father, to make him believe that I was not a liability but a worthy Omega who can be a better version of him or herself, yet, they mocked me and said I was insane. Even though I got married to Ragnulf, who was my Mate, it still wasn't enough.

I met him at the mating ceremony, I never expected my mate to be such a wolf with no heart, he was filled with rage, the moment he recognised I was an Omega and not an Alpha, by then, his lover was already carrying his child.

He believed his lover was his mate, turns out fate had other plans and I was suffering for those plans destiny had for him.

I found out how terrible his character was, told my father and begged him to not let me get married to him, but he turned deaf ears on me. Instead, he took that advantage, sold me to the Alpha in exchange for him collaborate with his pack to become more powerful and be his s*x tool.

I was a puppet to my father and a slave to my husband, I don't even know what's the difference.

Those dreams and hopes of finding my mate who will love and cherish me, take me away from the pack with his fingers locked with each other were all shattered before me, that whatever I did, wasn't enough and that I would never please my father, but I kept going, wiping off my tears, even though I was weak, nothing but a puppet and a slave in the eyes of the clan.

I was the daughter of the leader of the Crescent Moon 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 a worthless piece of trash, criticized, they step on us, they sit on us, they throw leftovers at us like a tracking dogs, sitting beside their master and munch 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 a slave to them for hundreds of years, because of the maltreatment and torture we got from them daily, we got angry, filled with rage and charged toward them, resulting into a war, that freed our people, our clan with blood in our hands.

Yet, the clan needed more power.

We created a pack, trained daily and avoided being taken over again, protected our people, but Omegas within the pack weren't regarded as part of the pack, they were downgraded to be slaves, the ones who helped the Alphas to clean up their boots after a scaring and bloodshed battle and work, if the foods weren't ready before they were back, they will be hell to pay, they were also put in the position that they were the ones that will be producing wolf babies for the pack, except for the ones who were betas and Alphas, they could do whatever the f**k, they wanted as long as they were powerful.

It's funny, how we the clans treats Omegas like slaves, while we in the past were once slaves ourselves a long time ago, sometimes I wish our clan will just be slaves, relieving people of the misery they vent on them as if they were the ones that caused their problems.

I cleaned up my tears as I heard noises, I knew it was time for me to go and I have managed and endured the pain to my wounds.

I went to the tent, to relay a message to Alpha Hawk, who was the heartless leader of the pack.

"Greetings, father," I gave a little bow before him. "We are proceeding and prepared already for battle, we will be going now." I relayed and he just stared at the glass in front of him as he chuckled and poured it at my head, the moment he came to me and let out a long yawn. I tightly shut my eyes and did nothing, it was a waste of time.

"Father," I silently called.

"What!!" He snapped, as soon as he saw me again and grimaced.

"Don't mean to disturb you, but I need to go, the warriors need me,' I said.

"And so? Is that why you are calling me, are you trying to say that I'm ignoring you too much, forcing me to speak. How many times have I told you not to call me father, call me Alpha Hawk? Do you hear me, I don't want to be the father of an Omega?" He roared.

Well, he already was, no matter how he denies it, I also wish he was not my father, then I wouldn't be suffering.

Hilarious, isn't it?