CHAPTER 1

"I reject you, Amanda, as my mate," Christopher Wilson, the newly appointed Alpha, let out as he brushed my hands away from him. I couldn’t understand what was going on here, but I knew it wasn’t good enough or going to be worth it in the end. 

“What are you saying, Christopher? Please tell me you’re joking.” I held his hands one more time. He couldn’t have meant those words, not after what we’ve been through together. He didn’t let out even the deepest emotion. 

“I can’t let a weakling like you be my Luna. To keep it clear to you, the one who is going to be my Luna is none other than my one and only Barbra Baker, the strongest lady in the pack," he let out, shoving my hand once more and moving towards my sworn enemy, Barbra. Barbra and I have never had anything in common since we met, and we were always in a surge of anger upon meeting each other. Her power level was far greater than anything I had ever had. I was just a weak omega that no one wanted. What else? I became a homeroom teacher for the little ones while she became a model and a fierce hunter. 

“Darling, why did you ever get entangled with a piece of trash like her? You should have waited for me to have arrived," she said, romancing his chest in front of everyone. I couldn’t hold my tears back; it hurt far more than when my parents left me for the afterlife. I was speechless, not knowing what to do next.

“If this is how you choose to leave me, then it's fine. What about my properties in your care?” I inquired, seeing how the scenes were playing out. Barbra walked over and, without any sympathy, launched her fist into my face. I could feel my nose bleed and the intense pain that came with it. This was my summer holiday but it was getting bad right from the start. 

“Who do you think you are to talk to my soulmate like that? Weaklings like you don’t have the right to love. You’re just a worthless piece of trash nobody loves. Get that into your weak and deranged brain," Barbra spat out while stepping on my hands.

“You are the one who should be called weak. Preying on the weak because you are blessed makes you more of a nonentity than a Luna. You can do anything you want with me; I don’t give a damn. Just so you know, strength doesn’t lie in the muscle," I spoke up with tears in my eyes. 

“You have such a wide mouth for a mere omega, a weakling with no one to save her from her misery. If you ever speak out, you’ll have yourself to blame," she let out, kicking me off the veranda and onto the floor. No one showed even the slightest pity towards me; all they could say was “Serve you right, bitch.”.

Blood oozed out more from my nose, and suddenly my ear was entangled in the bleeding. I could barely stand after I had crashed onto the floor. I needed help, but no one was willing to help a weakling like me. I was used to it, and I believed it was only natural if everyone despised me for being weak. It was always like that, ever since my parents left and never returned. They had left me with my elder sisters, who also left out of shame for being my sisters. 

They were kind enough to leave me with a farmhouse and an old bungalow, which I had used to survive. No one cared about me; I was lonely; I found joy in the darkness; and I always lived in the shadow, trying not to be a burden to anybody. 

School was never friendly to weaklings; I always got picked on and had to live with several bruises and severe injuries. Being the weakest, I had zero freedom of expression, and I was always used to making people happy by getting my ass wiped. I was none other than a freak no one wanted to be with, a mere mortal, a glass one could easily shatter with a push of their finger. Barbra was always the one who took it too far, making me clean her shoes with my tongue, carry her textbooks, do her assignment, end up getting the beating of a lifetime or hours of torture. We were enemies and always called to the panel to get things sorted out.

Christopher was the only one who cared for me; he had taken it upon himself to take me out of the darkness and show me the light. He became my only source of joy and happiness. As we grew older together, feelings began to set in. We yearned for one another occasionally, and we ended up as lovers. 

He fought off everyone who wanted me dead or injured; he became my backbone, never letting go of me for even a second. We were bonded together by faith, and I loved him very much as a soulmate. I never thought I would end up being betrayed by the very hand that cared for me.

“You know what? You are just so pathetic. Christopher I really don’t want to see her near me again; she reeks of weakness; her bones to me are twigs; I don’t want to end up breaking them before she even gets the chance to use them," Barbra continued ranting while I managed to stand back up on my feet. 

“You don’t have any right to tell me what to do. I don’t give a damn about you; all I want is my property; that’s all I have left.” I pleaded on my knees. Christopher had a plain expression on his face; he most likely had intentions to bail out on me from the very beginning. I just wish I had seen it earlier.

"Darling, are you going to let a useless piece of shit like her drag your name on the ground like that?” Barbra romanced his chest much more than the last killing me in between.

“There’s no need, because from this moment onwards, she's not a member

of the Silver Moon Pack.”.