Chapter 2

14 years later

Octavia Pov

“Wake up bitch” a voice said, followed by cold icy water on my body. I woke up startled. I looked at who poured me water. It was Samantha. I quickly stood up.

“M.mo..morning Luna,” I said, bowing shakily. I don’t want to upset her.

“Take your morning to yourself, dirty rag. My clothes need washing. I want you to wash them all with your hands. The washing machine spoils my clothes, and I want them ironed and folded. Do you understand?” She asked, glaring at me. I flinch and shakily nod my head.

“Answer me when I talk to you, bitch!” she said, then she dragged my hair and slammed my head on the wall. Then, she kicked me in the ribs and threw me to the concrete floor.

“O..o.ka..okay lu..na” I stammered out with tears burning my eyes. You can’t cry out, Octavia; she is going to punish you more. I thought, biting my lips in pain.

“Better,” she said and walked past me while deliberately matching my hand with her 6-inch heels. I lay on the floor, crying and cursing my cruel fate. She was my best friend. Everyone would have been saved if I had not run after her. The pack won’t have hated me. Everybody would still be alive; my father and mother would still be alive.

After what happened, the pack hated me; they blamed me for killing all the men. Our Alpha and Beta were on a trip, so I did not kill them during my outburst. My mother died from losing her mate three weeks after my dad died. The pack turned me into their slave. I turned to their punching bag. Every wolf shifts at age 13, but I didn’t shift. They laugh at me and mock me. They said the moon goddess was punishing me for my sins.

Then, at age 16, we were supposed to find our mate. I found mine. It was the alpha’s son, Dylan. As the norm, if a female mate is already 16; they recognize their mate, and the mate recognizes her as well, so I found out on his birthday. If the female mate is not yet 16, he can’t recognize her. He called me. I thought he wanted to accept me, but he rejected me and forced me to accept the rejection. It was really painful.

Then he claimed Samantha as his mate. Three weeks later, he marked her. I feel everything, their kissing, and their lovemaking. I feel it because we still see each other daily, so the bond is still there. I go through the heat every month. My body hurts whenever they get intimate, and they always do it occassionally. But after everything he is doing, I still hope he will one day love me. Even if he contributes to abusing me physically and mentally, I still pray to the moon goddess that he will notice me one day and treat me with the respect that mates are meant to share.

Samantha might have found out he was my mate because she forced me to be calling her Luna Samantha. My life is so pitiful. I am covered in bruises and whip marks. The only thing the park doesn’t do is touch me intimately. I am too filthy for that. I carried my weak self up, limping to my small bathroom, which consisted of a shower. There is no soap for bathing, and I can’t buy one because I don’t have the money. I can only wait until I see small money inside the pack members’ dirty laundry pocket to buy new soap. After washing my body, I wore some hand-me-down clothes, which the pack members had worn and thrown away, then I went to the pack house.

Even though I’m staying in the pack home, I’m relegated to the tiniest room in the basement. Then I went to the kitchen to start my chores. Serve the pack members, then clean the plates. After that, I start my other chores. I took some trays, then went to the big dining room. I started serving as usual; some kicked me, while some tripped me “coincidentally.” Some ignored me, and some laughed at me. I am already used to it, so it doesn’t bother me much, I just serve them and leave. Alpha and Luna came to the dining room. They took their seats, and everyone in the room sat quietly. Dylan became the alpha last year. He is already 19 now. His parents are traveling and enjoying their retirement. He looked at me and smirked. Oh no, I thought fearfully, something terrible is about to happen.

“I have an announcement,” he said, looking at Samantha lovingly.

“Babe over to you,” he said.

“Okay, baby,” she said, smiling widely. She turned and faced us, looking at me directly.

“I am pregnant,” she said, smiling wickedly. I looked at Dylan, emotions running through my veins. He finally won. I stood there with tears running down my face. I finally lost my mate. There is nothing I can do. All hope is gone. The pack members were jubilating. I quietly walked out and went to my tiny room. I sat down and cried. My mate chose my former best friend over me. He mated her, made her his luna, and gave her my position. I still hang on to the hope that he will love me one day.

Now he got her pregnant. I cried, my chest aching. I could feel his happiness and another emotion I couldn’t place. Sometimes I feel his emotion when it’s very high. Can he even feel mine? I have no idea if he is capable of doing so, but if perhaps he is, I am pouring all of my pain, anger, and heartbreak into this bond. I am done; I can’t stay here any longer. I sneak out of the dining room and run to my basement. I picked up my bag, my mum’s jewelry, and our picture frame, and then I sneaked into the kitchen and took some food. They were all jubilating, so they did not notice me. I ran to the border. If I step out, I lose all connections with the pack and my mate forever. I looked at the house and the surroundings; I tried to remember a memory of me being happy in this pack, but I couldn’t remember anyone. The only thing I can remember is being beaten and abused. I looked at the pack that had brought me nothing but pain. And I took a step. I don’t know what I am doing, but I am getting away from this pack forever. I cut ties with the pack.

“I, Octavia Johnson, cut ties with Light Beam Pack” with that being said, I stepped out of the border, cutting ties with my former pack.