Luna On The Run

SECOND MATE (PART TWO)

What mate?

I was stunned, awful, walked up to him, I felt drawn towards him and didn't care if he was filthy, wearing only his tattered loose trousers, his legs were filled with blood, 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.

I almost fell down on my knees, what is Ragnulf doing here?

"Ra…Ragnulf, how come…" I stuttered.

He chuckled. "Ragnulf?' he scoffed. "You must be seeing double, my name is Eyolf, not Ragnulf or did you perhaps kidnap me without knowing who I was after throwing wolfsbane in my chamber, Omega."

Eyolf.

He was Eyolf and he looked exactly like Ragnulf.

"Are you surprised that I'm your mate,' he said in a mockery tone.

I had to lean on something, this was too much of a shock and I could hear the warriors gasping at the revelation Eyolf just spilled.

He was so damn handsome, even more than Ragnulf, were they twins.

He was my second Mate. The Alpha of the White Moon Pack, the man I subconsciously forced without even bothering to see him to surrender to me, the man that I burned down his village and almost wiped out his clan, following my father's instruction was my mate.

How absurd of me. What have I done?

My name is Rava. I'm twenty years old, an Omega to be precise. I'm five foot seven feet tall, black eyes, brown hair, which was fifty-eight inches long, pretty and braided into two places, probably surprised at how long my brown hair is. I had this heart expression, pointed nose, pink lips, very slim and a bit curvy, and got pretty white skin. I was an Omega, who was always belittled and bullied, because of my gender. Omegas are known to be weaklings, despicable losers, cursed and vulnerable and always spread their scent around, waiting for a man to take them in 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 and sometimes, we were also late shifters, unless we were lucky to be able to transform earlier than our current status.

My mother as well, was furthermore an Alpha. She always stupidly says that Omegas, especially women are meant to be in the kitchen, become a wife and be submissive to their husbands. I refused to listen to her and thus, did what I wanted and my father depreciated me a lot because I was a woman and not a man, always putting the blame on my mother, who puts the blame on me.

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.

My first adaptation was at the age of seventeen and my parents were surprised that I was able to shift, they never expected I would be able to shift. It was so amazing, my mother was not impressed but happy for me, at least for the reputation, as for my father, he wasn't in the mood, when I conquered the pain and came out of the room successfully, I was so different from the rest of the clan and strange, but some of the leaders weren't too happy about it and said that no matter how I am, I can never be as strong as an Alpha.

"Are you by chance related to Ragnulf?"

"What kind of a stupid question is this?' He laughed.

I have to talk to him somewhere, this wouldn't be good, letting the warriors know our conversation.

"We are going to have a talk, once we get to the pack,' I said and forced myself to walk away from him, damn, he was so hot?

What I could also remember was my father's words in my head.

"You are a useless Omega,' he yelled and pushed me away from him as I fell to the ground wincing.

"I wish you were not born, do you know how many people that mock me everyday because of you, huh. Do you know, you slimy weakling. What if you can morph into your wolf form, what else, what's so special about you, you can't even use the Clan's fire powers properly or neither can you pass the portal. What kind of disgusting trash did I give birth to." He yelled, his fangs sprouted when my mother interrupted him, pleading with him to have mercy on me.

It has always been like this, always.

How could I make my father love me, I made no friends, no one had high regards for me.

It was the greatest treasure, anyone can't get a grab on of being loved.

The strongest always stand, and the weak always get discredited and killed, that's the kind of world we live in.

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

Let's leave that for another day.

"Come home, immediately.' I heard my father's voice link me, interrupting my thoughts to come home and my mate's image came across my head.

He looked so much like Ragnulf.

What would have happened, for father to react in such a manner.

Why am I even asking such a question, that's how he has always been.

"Alright.' I mind-linked at him and sighed. I stepped away from my mate, panting and avoided his gaze.

I got to my horse, climbing it and all I could think of was my mate.

When we got to the pack, my mate was put into prison. I felt my wolf whimper within me, shivering as I walked away from my mate and not doing anything about it.