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Chasing Their Unloved Luna XLVII
Kaiya Did that Omega woman just refer to me as ‘Alpha’? “May I ask your name?” I ask the woman. “I’m Maisey Lindtbalm. I was born in Shadowrun Pack, but I ran when I discovered I was pregnant almost eight months ago,” she replies. Dylan grabs my hand and squeezes it. I know he is thinking about what I am about that pack. Carson had some friends there and some of his associates that pose a threat are why Dylan must make his execution public. Could this be related? Could this Omega be just one of many examples of Omegas in that pack? I will need to talk with her and the others more to find out. “Maisey, officially my Mates are the Alphas of this pack. I am not even Luna yet,” I inform her. “But I would like to speak with you and your friends a lot more.” “But you carry the aura of an Alpha and the power seems concentrated around you, not your Mate,” Maisey replies. “Officially, Dylan and Ace are the Alphas, but we have reason to believe, I may have Alpha lineage,” I say in a qui
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Kaiya I sit in my office chair awaiting his replies. The pained little Omega who looks to be fourteen despite me knowing he is four years older than that fidgets for a while before looking into my eyes with sadness swirling and tears brimming as he speaks. “I didn’t ask for it. I never do, but they always tell me I asked for it. My name is Ashley and I know it’s a girly sounding name, but I am not very feminine, or I try not to be. My uncle hates when I act feminine, or the man who calls himself my uncle. He’s not really. No one knows who my parents are. He’s the man who brought me home from the Omega house and gave me a room in his home when I was young and told me to call him ‘Uncle’, “ the boy cries. “Please tell me more, Ashley,” I say as gently as I can. “You could call me Ash, I prefer it,” he sniffles. “His name is Ervine Blackworth and he is related to the Beta family distantly. A cousin of some sort, perhaps. Anyway, he brought me into his home when I was eight years old
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Dylan I can’t believe how cruel some of our own pack members are! I have been cold and distant and sometimes rude, but this is bullshit and that poor boy is suffering because of it. Makya told me the boy is weak and shaking like a leaf. He said if there was enough DNA from the lost baby to establish paternity, he would test for me, but I am not concerned with that so much as taking anyone who treats Omegas this way and ousting them and jailing them. I’ll admit I surprised myself with my angry outburst. My office needs some repairs now. A new chair or two for starters and a lot of clean up. I wipe my face with my hand and massage my temples then heave an enormous sigh. This is not my usual demeanor, but something in me can’t stand for this. ‘You feel this way because you thought of our mate as an Omega for a long time and know she was treated poorly and the guilt and anger is eating at you,’ My wolf, Tam, says in my mind. ‘I was an asshole to always tease her like that and Dad wa
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KaiyaAfter inducting the group of Omegas into the pack they tell me they heard about the upcoming mating ball and wish to help in any way they can. They are all hard workers and help to tidy up the streets and neighborhoods and create decor and decorations which we will install before the event. They insist food, shelter and medical assistance is all they need but with many so young and others pregnant, I give them each a small stipend and the chance to get an education. Our pack is struggling financially, but this we can afford and I can feel change in the air.I work closely with the new Omegas and with other volunteers and I chat with them, getting to know each of them and their stories.It is during one of these days that we are working and conversing that the Mystic, Dee, shows up with an unreadable expression coloring her face and I pause to look at her and take in her state. She fidgets with her hands, which seems unusual for a being such as her.“Ace has gone on his journey
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KaiyaToday is my 16th birthday and I shifted for the first time, but despite my excitement over finally meeting my adorable wolf, my life went from bad to miserable.Let me explain…I never knew my parents. As far as I know I am an orphan and I showed up on the doorstep to the packhouse in the Red Shadow Pack as an infant. Once I was old enough to work, I was given chores. As I have grown, my list of duties has grown with me. First it was dusting and sweeping, then doing dishes and laundry got added to the list, now I do most of the cleaning and cooking along with another Omega, Amina. Amina doesn’t have one duty I have, however, and that is being the practice dummy for the twin alpha heirs. I had just finished cleaning up from breakfast and was preparing for our morning training session, where I could expect the boys to leave me battered and bruised, as usual. Yeah, I am a literal punching bag for them! That is when the first wave of pain jolted through me, causing me to double ove
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Kaiya Ace’s and Dylan’s words echo through my head as I run for the packhouse in horror, but soon I would learn it is just the start of my misery. “No! We must reject her!” and “In her weakened state, rejecting her would be a death sentence!” ring through my mind on repeat while my legs can’t carry me inside fast enough to escape the horror unfolding. My lungs burn and hot tears roll down my cheeks. Terror grips me and my mind reels while my emotions spiral into a confusing symphony of mixed feelings. My legs nearly give way when I am forced to halt at the top of the stairs after climbing them to the Greek revivalist style balcony overlooking the extensive gardens between the packhouse and training grounds. Rebecca stands at the top of the stairs, just inches from where I halted with one of her sweetest smiles plastered to her pretty face. “I have something for you,” she says in that sickly sweet tone that drives me insane. The thing abo
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AceKaiya turned sixteen today and I had intended to give her a small gift. It was nothing special, just a token of kindness, but it seems my kindness to her was misplaced. Kaiya transformed in front of our eyes on the training grounds and her wolf was the most adorable, fluffy ball of silver fur I had ever seen. She has an unusual red petal mark on her forehead, which I haven’t seen before. It reminds me of something out of an old fairytale. I wanted to run my fingers through her fur that looked so soft, but I knew she would be embarrassed, so I picked up her clothing and held it out to her so that she could transform back and we could train. She wasn’t ready to train in wolf form yet. As we turned our backs on her to allow her a modicum of privacy, I caught Dylan’s eyes and his glazed expression. He is rarely moved or surprised by anything since our mother’s death. I suspect he is shocked. I mean, her wolf’s fur doesn’t match her chestnut colored hair, the petal mark is close, bu
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DylanFive Years Later I go over the prison reports in front of me for the third time today. Something isn’t adding up. I saw Kaiya’s wolf, so I know she has one. But reports say she has no evidence of even having a wolf spirit. Her healing is decent, better than human healing, but not up to par with a typical werewolf whose wolf spirit is healthy. She never shifts, even when forced into a fighting ring. There is definitely something wrong. I’m jittery and nervous. I’m also more than just tempted to storm out of here and go to her. I want to ask her questions and see for myself what has happened to her, but the other side of me tells me I am a fool for trusting her or anyone, mate bond or not. It’s five minutes until three o'clock. She will be released at three on the dot. I close my eyes and inhale deeply. I remember that fateful day five years ago. Kaiya’s sixteenth birthday. We didn’t expect her to get her wolf or transform that early. Which leaves another mystery for us.
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