chapter 2

"Malia!!!!!!!!" Jesse screamed my name at the top of her lungs. I closed my ears at her voice and walked to her room. 

"Yes Jesse" I said. My voice depicted nothing but stress but the last thing the Volcans would do is to give a fuck about my well being. They never cared and they won't start now. 

"You disgusting thing. How dare you serve me cold food!" she fumed. And with that she poured the rest of her dinner on me. Just then her mother came in.

"What's wrong baby?" her mother asked as she stared at me in disdain. She couldn't and didn't hide her contempt for me for one minute. Jesse explained everything. She consoled her daughter and turned to me. 

"You– she said staring at me like I was not worthy of even being in her presence– what are you standing there doing?" 

"I'm sorry Luna" I said and with that I painstakingly packed every grain of food and promised to call the cleaner to do a better job. Then I left for the kitchen. The moment I got to it, I dumped everything at the sink and it came down with a crash. I got looks from the cooks but they were the least of my worries. Then I ran to my room and wept for the greater part of my life. I thought I was used to their harsh words and their belittling stares but I was wrong because you are can never get used to evil unless you are evil. 

Hi, rude of me to not have introduced myself. My name is Malia Anderson and this is my story. I am a living Cinderella with no prince in sight. I am not going to bore you with the details of my life or that of my parents, which everyone says died a miserable death and of which I would not be an exception. You see I wasn't born like others. I am different. I was born weak. I am an Omega and here, being an Omega doesn't count you as being part of the living. I still do not understand why I have to go through hell all because of my wolf nature, that doesn't let me roar the loudest or fight with an enormous amount of strength. 

Here is what you have to know about me, which was told to me by the Volcans. They told me that they plucked me out of my dying mother's arms and brought me to live with them, hence why I became their maid. Now to the Volcans. 

Since the day I knew how to talk, I have come to understand that the Volcans were the strongest clan in my werewolf pack. Edward Volcan is the Alpha while his wife

Beatrice is the Luna. They had two. Children. I'm sure you might have met Jesse already. That horrible Bitch( sorry for the language) and Declan, the pervert. 

Edward had been the Alpha since I was little and from all my encounter with him, he seems like a kind person. The problem and the main issue is the kind of Luna and children he has. He has a Jezebel as a wife and Brats for children. 

Now enough about them, now it's about me. Life has always been unfair to me. I can literally count on my fingers, the number of times, I had been truly happy. And anytime I tried to be happy, Jesse, Declan or the Luna and all the guards and Desma pack members would gang up on me. So I decided that, since I couldn't be happy, in real life, I could be the happiest in my dreams and Fantasies. Truly Life is always the best in dreams. 

I had always dreamed that I would get a mate that would not just compliment and complete me as an Omega but would make me the happiest Werewolf on Earth. I dream of his face and I already love the features I am imagining. I always look forward to sleep because it's only in my dreams that I get to smile. 

"Wake up everybody!!!!!!" I heard the cook scream as she threatened to pour us water. We, the maids of the Volcans, slept in the smallest rooms in the mansion. The rooms were just like match boxes. In fact, the fishes in a sardine can, gets a lot more space than us in that room. We slept like sticks. No one moved for fear of stepping on someone else. 

As I still tried to keep sleeping, I felt something wet and extremely cold on me. "Oh my God! Cook, do you have to do that?" I whined as the water soaked me. 

"Get up from there! The Volcans would definitely kill you this time, if they find out that you are still in bed" the chef barked.

I managed to drag myself to the bathroom but that was not before saying a word of prayer to the moon goddess. I begged her to inch me closer to my mate. I didn't care how, ugly or weak he was going to be, all I wanted was a mate. 

I took my shower in double time and jumped into my clothes. So off I went to answer to the royal bitchiness. I was in a good mood because I was whistling. I got to Jesse's room. I called out to her but all I heard was her absence. I went in and began cleaning her room. As I got to the window, I found out that they were open. I sighed knowing fully well that Jesse had attended a secret ball, in which her father had forbade he numerous times not to attend. Deep down I hoped that she would be caught but I didn't make up my mind on who. Whether it would be her father or her father's enemies. Just as I was engrossed in my cleaning, someone snuck up from behind and grabbed me.