1- Mate

Maya's POV 

Dory, an omega, asked me aggressively, "You jinx, what are you zoning out about?" I was trying not to pull her head off of her shoulder. She thinks highly of herself just because she is the head of the Omegas in the pack house. I closed my eyes and tried to regain my calmness. And when I did, I looked at her and replied, 

"Nothing. I was just wondering if you would need my help later. I know your hands are occupied with the approaching event at the pack house." I saw her arch her eyebrows in disbelief. Maybe because she was not used to me talking to her like that. I am feisty, and I always talk back, even if I end up beaten by her.

"There's nothing that you can help me with. Stop zoning out and get all the laundry done quickly.”

“Of course, I’ll do that at once," I replied and left her in the kitchen with a smirk on my lips. Surely, she didn’t see it since she continued with whatever she was doing. That’s all I can do for now. I didn’t want them to know anything about me, so I needed to appear fragile and weak.

I'm Maya, half-werewolf, and half-witch. I used to live with my father in human territory. He always beat me up after my mother died, so my aunt took me away from him, and I grew up in the Red Moon Pack. I have no idea how or why I became a hybrid since my father was a human. My aunt didn't explain it to me because she passed away when I was a little child and was put in our Luna Arwen's care.

I experienced what a mother’s love felt like through my aunt. That time, I thought everything was going to be alright because she was there, taking care of me and loving me unconditionally. Life has been blissful for me because of her presence, until that fateful afternoon in the woods. Two rogues were pursuing us. I told her about it, but it was too late. She didn't make it. And the pack, under Alpha Rhoden's leadership, believed I was to blame for her demise. Thankfully, Luna Arwen didn’t believe it. She took care of me and treated me like her own, which our Alpha as well as the others didn’t like.

I was back in my trance and stopped reminiscing when I reached the stairs on my way to the 4th level to collect the future alpha's clothes and felt a sting from my stomach going up my chest. It was a common occurrence, which I began to get used to.

It all started when that bastard, the future alpha, turned 18 two years ago. He knew I was his mate, yet he still banged another she-wolf. You may wonder how I found out about it when I haven’t turned 16 yet. The moment I stepped into the pack and saw him, I already knew that he was mine, but I couldn’t tell him that as per my aunt’s instructions.

They assumed I didn't have a wolf because of my father, but I shifted when I was three years old. That's when I realized he was mine because Fae, my wolf, told me so. She was very excited, and I also thought it was the happiest day of my life. Can you imagine a young wolf in my head jumping for joy and excitement? She talked to me and told me how much she wanted to be with our mate.

I told my aunt about it, but she told me to be careful and not reveal it to anyone. She believes I am unique since no other werewolf shifted at such a young age. Werewolves often change at the age of 16. The Blood Moon Pack's Alpha, who shifted at the age of 13, was the first to be known as the youngest shifter.

Back to the bastard. The pain he inflicted on me was excruciating at first. I was in my room at that time and was about to fall asleep when I felt the unbearable pain. It was as if someone had pierced my heart with a sharp spear. I was writhing in agony and pain and wished I could cut out my heart so I wouldn't have to feel it anymore. But I endured it, and I kept all the pain and sorrows to myself. I don't want them to find out about my struggles.

Back to the present, I was almost in his room when the discomfort went away, and then his door swung open and a slew of garments was hurled at me as soon as I stood at the doorstep.

"Don't you dare come close here, Jinx! Pick everything up and leave," the future Alpha Nick shouted, and the she-wolf who was with him was snarling at me as if she believed I had disrupted their whoring.

As he said, I picked up his clothes and left. If he thinks I'll stay longer, he's mistaken; I'd never want to be near him either. Fae longed for him, but she was also in pain and had suffered so much in trying to take the pain away that I didn’t have to feel the intensity.

My aunt was the dearest friend of the late Luna Arwen. Luna was the goddess gift to me, besides my aunt. Even though Alpha Roden does not want me in his pack, she insists on accepting me. That old alpha, as well as the rest of the pack, will not accept a member who does not have a wolf. Thinking my aunt was a witch, they assumed my mother was likely to be one too. I am not welcome in the pack since I have a witch for a mother and a human father. No one can touch me except Alpha Roden. Not until Luna passed away.

They also blamed me for that incident. At that time, we were under attack. Alpha Roden urged me to go into the bunker and be with Luna Arwen. I knew I could assist them since I had reawakened my sensory ability, but the Alpha was only concerned with keeping Luna Arwen safe, so I obliged. We were preparing to leave for the bunker when a rogue emerged out of nowhere. He was snarling at Luna Arwen, and I sensed Luna was in danger, so I went in the opposite direction and yelled for aid, eventually finding our Gamma. We dashed into the bunker. We saw Luna Arwen confined to the wall, and the rogue had his sharp claws in her heart. 

"Lunaaaa..." I yelled and sobbed. While the Gamma was holding me, she was staring at me. I was ready to toss him over when I heard a sorrowful howl. It felt sad until it hit me: Luna Arwen had died.

After that, Alpha Roden went insane and became my worst nightmare. After killing Luna Arwen, the rogue fled and was never seen again. We had no idea why they had decided to attack us. They didn’t ask or get anything when they left, and being a child at that time, I had no way of finding out the truth.

Now, I'll be 18 in two days. I couldn't wait until my birthday. My aunt told me that when I’m older, I will become stronger. So I told myself that I would stay till then. This pack, especially the upcoming Alpha, irritates me. He was aware that I was his mate, yet he nevertheless banged another she-wolf.

One of my special powers was the ability to recover faster than any other werewolf or alpha. I can cure myself whenever I choose. Yes, I can postpone my recovery, but I feel nothing. I linked that to the fact that I changed early; therefore, it may be one of the benefits.

As my birthday approaches, I can feel myself becoming stronger. Then I felt it again, so I grabbed at the stairwell to steady myself. "Ooh, Nick.. faster...faster..." I could still hear that bitch say so, so I sighed deeply. Why do I need to have this kind of hearing? I promised to get back to him when the time came. 

I walked down the stairs to the laundry room and began washing that bastard’s clothing. I was furious that I had to do this. I even smelled their scents on his clothes, which bothered me. I'm not sure it's still possible, yet a tear slips down my cheek.