The Unlikely Luna

Chapter One

SMACK!!!

"The kitchen should have been cleaned before I got back!” He screamed. I just lay there on the floor as my stepfather was beating me for the second time this week. I was still hurting from the beating that I received earlier in the week because I woke up late to make breakfast.

He kicked me in the ribs, and I felt one of them crack. Great, I will have to go to the pack hospital again in the past two months.

“Get your lazy ass up and get this kitchen cleaned up by the time I come back from training.” He growled, walking out the back door. He looked at my mom, telling her to leave the room and not to help me.

I got up very slowly, holding my left side and taking deep breaths because the pain was unbearable. I finally got up, went to the sink, and started washing the dishes. I got up late again this morning because I was up late doing schoolwork.

My name is Tovi Robinson, and I am a 17-year-old Omega female at Blood Stone Pack. Well, that is what my mother and stepfather keep on telling me. My mother met and married my stepfather when I was 2 years old. I never knew who my real father was. Mother would never talk about him much to me other than telling me he never cared about either of us.

Standing at 6 feet tall, I weigh 155 lbs. Being the tallest Omega female in the pack, I've always felt unlike other Omegas. I am faster and stronger than the rest of the Omegas, and I have problems with authority from the high-ranking members of the pack. I have chestnut-auburn hair that goes to the middle of my back, with light green eyes. My eyes captivate people when they first meet me.

I got to the sink and my mother looked at me and smirked. “You should have gotten all your chores done last night before you went to bed. Now, you pissed Paul off again and got your ass beat again this week. When are you going to learn?” She looked at me with disgust on her face.

"Well, maybe you should teach your daughter, Siobhan, to clean up after herself and her friends. I was up late cleaning up the living room from the mess they made." I threw back at her face.

“You will be nothing but a lowly Omega. Do what you are told and keep your head down. You seriously think that when you turn 18, your mate will accept you?” She said, conceding. “One look at you and he will reject you at first sight. You will be stuck here for the rest of your alone and as everyone’s slave.”

I continued doing the dishes, so I could get breakfast made before Paul came back from training, ignoring my mother. I do not know what I have ever done to her or Paul to receive such treatment. Paul is the Gamma of the pack, so everything he does to me is behind closed doors, especially in our apartment in the packhouse. This treatment started when my siblings, Bjorn and Siobhan, were born. The pack treats Bjorn and Siobhan, who have Gamma blood, like royalty; Bjorn especially, since he's to be the next Gamma after Paul retires in a few years.

The dishes slowly got done, and I turned to the fridge and pulled out the bacon, eggs, and hash browns to make breakfast. I make an entire pack of bacon, a dozen eggs, an entire bag of hash browns, and half a loaf of bread for toast.

Bjorn walks into the kitchen, takes one look at my face, and sees the fresh bruises on my face. He looks at me sympathetically and says, “Piss dad off again this morning? This is the second time this week this has happened. You know how dad is with you doing all the chores around the apartment, right, sis?”

“I know, but I overslept this morning because I was up late again doing homework. Siobhan and her friends trashed the living room last night, and it took me until 11 before I got into my room.” I said, sighing at the same time.

“Next time she does that, or you are getting behind on your chores, let me know and I will help you.” My brother said, giving me a side hug. I hissed in pain from the cracked rib.

“He broke another rib, sis?”

“Yeah, but I do not have time before school to go to the hospital to get it checked out.” I grimaced as I picked up the iron skillet off the stove and placed it into the sink.

Bjorn and I always had a great brother-sister relationship, even though he is 2 and a half years younger than me. He always had my back and has saved my ass a few times from beatings from Paul. Now, with Siobhan and me, she treats me like I am her slave and torments me every chance she and her stuck-up friends get. She is the princess of the place and what Siobhan wants, mommy and daddy will get it for her. She is 7 months younger than Bjorn.

“OK, breakfast is ready. I am going to get Siobhan up and then get ready for school.” I glanced at Bjorn as I was walking out of the kitchen. He grabbed a piece of bacon and smirked.

“Good luck with that, sis. You know she was up late last night.”

“Not my problem.” I sang aloud.

I walked down the hallway to Siobhan’s room. There was no answer, of course, when I knocked on the door. I opened the door, and her room looked like a twister went through it. Clothes and shoes littered the floor; magazines were strewn everywhere; cans of soda lay tipped over, and staining the carpet.

Great, it is going to take me all afternoon to get her room cleaned.

“Siobhan, it’s time to get up for school.” I said, poking her in the back with my finger. She moaned, throwing her arm around, trying to hit me.

"Go away and leave me alone," she groaned, pulling her comforter over her head.

I opened her curtains, pulled off her comforter, and told her, “It’s not my fault you stayed up late last night with your friends.” It is time for school. Unless you want to explain to your father why you missed school for the second time this month?”

With a moan, she rose to her feet. She looked at me and smirked, “No, I will tell Daddy you didn’t get me up and you will get another ass beating like before.” She laughed and headed to the bathroom.

Little b***h.

And the sad thing is that Paul will believe her, and I will get beat again. So tired of the beatings. I cannot wait until I turn 18 and get my wolf in a few weeks. Then I can get the hell out of this pack and go somewhere where I am safe and get treated fairly.

I seriously want to go out and find my birth father, but my mother is not releasing any information about him, like what his name is and what pack he lives in. That is ok, I have Nana to tell me the information. She's waiting until I'm 18 to tell me about my father. Nana and my mother never were on the best of terms, but Nana would spoil me rotten every chance she could.

Since Siobhan was up and getting ready for school, I went to my room, which is the pantry, and grabbed my bookbag and shoes. I walked into the kitchen, washed the pans from breakfast, and put the dirty dishes into the dishwasher. I said bye to my little brother, even though he is towering over me at 15.