CELESTE POV
The air was thick with the scent of wood smoke, damp earth, and the metallic tang of blood from injured omegas, beaten and wounded because they failed to complete their work.
It wasn't something new in the Blood Moon Packhouse. It was a known fact that if you didn't get to finish the work that was given to you at the designated time, you'd be seeking a death sentence.
No one ever disobeys the alpha's wishes. The alpha and others were higher in status than the omega.
My name was Celeste Ravaryn, twenty-two years old, born an omega, and the daughter of a disgraced warrior who was executed for betraying the pack house. I witnessed his death at the age of fourteen. The Alpha had ordered for him to be whipped fifty times, even after being unconscious from being forced to drink five bottles of whiskey. After that, he was beheaded, and his head was placed on a wooden stake for everyone to see and mock.
Betrayal in the Blood Moon Packhouse wasn't something to be taken lightly; hence, when it happened, my father didn't get the chance to defend himself.
I didn't know who my birth mother was. I only learned about her from pictures. Also, the fact that she died while birthing was another reason I was bullied aside from being an omega.
Even though I have been an omega all my life, things started going downhill ever since my father died.
"Hey, little shit."
I heard laughter from behind me and a soft groan from Lauren, another omega who maybe had it worse like me.
I didn't need to turn to know what had been done to her. Someone must have tugged at her hair or even kicked her from behind.
"Please stop," Lauren whimpered.
I bit my lower trembling lip to block out her voice. I heard the zipper from her dress open, and from the corner of my eyes, I saw one of the gammas, Owen, a tall, dark-haired man with baby blue eyes, kneeling behind her while undoing the buckle of his belt.
I regretted looking. My eyes met with Owen and a smile tugged at his thick lip.
He said nothing.
I wasn't expecting him to keep his silence for long.
"Stay still, little shit. I didn't ask for you to be born a stupid omega. You're meant to serve every one of us whether you want to or not!" Owen grunted while Lauren's weak moan and sob filled the room.
It took about two bloody minutes for the grunting and moan to vanish, leaving only a quiet sob behind.
I pressed my aching, bruised palm on the floor, staring at the angry marks that lined my pale skin from hours of working nonstop. I swallowed hard as I sensed Owen behind me.
I stared at the floor I had been cleaning ever since he and his fellow gamma stepped into the room.
"Oh, look at Celestine Bone-picker," Owen guffawed.
The others joined in the laughter like he had said something amazingly funny.
"Celeste Ravaryn," I murmured.
Bone-picker was a name that had stuck with me ever since one gamma saw me rummaging through the dumpsters for food
We were given little food, barely enough to last all the hundreds of omegas in here for an hour. I barely have the luxury to eat three square meals a day. If I was lucky, I'd get to find scraps to eat in the evening after the small portion given to us each morning to keep us going.
Other omegas steal food, but I didn't dare do it. I was afraid. I didn't have the courage some of them had. So, it was best to go hungry rather than be caught and be punished for a week.
"Did I hear you say something, mutt?"
"No," I whispered, shaking my head.
I gasped as Owen gripped a handful of my hair, forcing me to stare into his narrowed blue eyes.
"Always respond to me whenever I ask you questions, you filthy little thing!" he snarled.
"I-I'm sorry," I whimpered, touching his hand to stop him from pulling harder on the hair.
Immediately our hands touched, Owen shoved me, causing me to lay spawl on the floor. The action made the dress I wore ride up, showing my panties.
Heat rose to my cheeks, and I hastily pushed the dress down to cover myself, but it was too late because Owen had seen it.
His eyes twinkled as he moved closer. I shifted backward, but I knew I wouldn't be able to escape whatever sick thoughts he had in mind.
"Owen," Ronan called. Tall, handsome with dark eyes and hair. The object of affection amongst many of the girls. He was even a bigger bully than Owen.
Yet, he had stood watching all that was happening. It wasn't as if he'd care if I was getting assaulted. They were all the same, looking for what to entertain them.
Owen scowled, turning to Ronan, who walked towards him.
"The Alpha had summoned her. You might need to wait to do all the dirty things you have in mind with her." Ronan said.
Owen's scowl deepened even more.
I breathed out a relieved sigh. At a time like this, I was grateful for the alpha—Alpha Kieran.
Sometimes, I wondered how he could tell I was in trouble and would save me from harm's way.
"You're lucky," Owen muttered. "The Alpha wants to see you now. Change that ugly thing you call a dress. You can keep the pants. Who knows what he might need you for?" a smile formed on his face.
"Now get out of my sight," He ordered.
I hurried to my feet, darting to the door. When I was out, I breathed out another relieved sigh.
"Thanks be to the goddess," I whispered, glancing at my dress. It was ripped in some places and had stains from months ago, and I couldn't recall the last time I had washed it.
As cruel as Owen might be, he was right about my dress. There was no way I'd appear in the presence of the alpha looking like I had been dragged through the mud and back. I needed a change of outfit.
I walked to the omega quarters, a twenty-minute walk from the alpha's estate. It was the filthiest, neglected part of the pack house territory. It had been my home for as long as I could remember, and I was only waiting for my mate to take me away from this life.
Many werewolves, including the omega, found their mate at the age of eighteen. At that age, many werewolves made their debut in society and even gained their wolves.
I didn't have a wolf, and neither do I have a mate. It seemed like a cruel joke played on me by the goddess. As if I wasn't suffering enough from being an omega and a dejected one at that, I was without the two most important things a werewolf needed to be with.
"What's your name?"
"Celeste," I answered. "Celeste Ravaryn."
"Celeste,"
"Alpha Keiran," I whispered, bowing lowly.
There was something about the way he called my name. It was different from the others. It wasn't mocking, but it wasn't loving either. I loved that his voice was soft, and he knew my correct name rather than settling on Celestine, whom Owen often referred to me as. But Celestine was a better name than bone picker, filth, and even mutt.
Alpha Keiran was in front of me, his large hand on my chin and he tilted my face to his.
My heart thumped wildly as I stared into his hazel eyes. My skin tingled from where he held it, and the feeling spread quickly.
He was the most handsome in the whole of the pack house, with golden brown hair and eyes that could thaw even the most hardened heart.
My heart.
"Look at me," he ordered and my eyes immediately flew up to look at him.
Our gaze was heated. Not only that the whole of my body was on fire. Every of my erogenous area—My nîpples, inner thighs, clîtoris, and vagina, to mention but a few.
He was only touching my chin but I could feel the tingling all over my body.
I stumbled forward as my knees buckled but Alpha Kieran caught me before I could hit the floor.
His arms wrapped around me almost immediately, and I whispered, "Mate."
Alpha Kieran's eyes widened with surprise and it soon turned into disgust.
He let me go instantly as if he was burned and he snarled, "An omega? This must be a joke."
CELESTEI had always fantasized about today in my twenty-two years of existence. When I'd finally get to see my mate. He wouldn't hesitate to accept me and love me regardless of being at the bottom of the rank.I had thought a feast would be thrown, especially if he was of a higher rank than I was, and he'd parade me around the pack house, declaring how fortunate he was to have me as his mate.But I guessed I was being delusional.I didn't expect to see disgust on his face either.The feeling from before instantly vanished leaving behind fear and confusion.Alpha Kieran scowled, moving three steps away from me. Then he turned back to me again."You called for me," I stuttered as he said nothing."Why did you call me mate?" he asked me.I shook my head. I didn't know what to say. Why else would I call him that if he wasn't my mate? Wasn't that obvious?He was concerned about me calling him mate, while I was concerned about the reason he had summoned me.Even though it was common knowle
CELESTE POVTWO DAYS LATERI knew this would happen again.I last was here two nights ago, after the Luna selection event. I had sworn to myself that I wouldn't come. That I wouldn't let him do what he did to me the last time again, but here I was."Know your place, Omega. " His voice was a whisper, cruel and soft in my ear. No one will ever want you for more than this. Be grateful that an Alpha like me took an interest in you."My body trembled, betraying me as Alpha Kieran towered over me; his scent, a dangerous mix of cedar, smoke, and a little cinnamon invaded my nostrils.My toes curled and uncurled in the worn ballet flat they were in, and I stared at my broken nails, resisting the urge to bring them to my teeth and chew on them until they became nonexistent.I swallowed hard as the back of my leg hit the edge of the massive bed."Look at me," Alpha Kieran ordered. Instantly, my head snapped up, and I stared at him in the eyes."What did I say about calling me mate?" he asked me
CELESTE POVI forcefully pushed back the nausea that rose up my throat, pressing my palm tightly over my mouth while my eyes frantically searched around for a trashcan to throw up in case the vomit was stubborn and didn't subside.I stumbled towards the bench in front of the large infirmary; sitting on it, I glanced down at myself.My stomach in particular.I was pregnant. The doctor had confirmed it. Even though I had confirmed it first with a pregnancy test kit, I wanted to be sure; hence, I visited the pack's doctor, and he suggested doing a urine and blood test.I was indeed pregnant. Doctor Raphael wouldn't lie. He had been the main doctor of the pack house for as long as I could remember. So, there was no way he'd falsify the result.Swallowing hard, I pressed a hand to my still-flat stomach while many questions swirled around in my head.Do I want this baby? What would the pack house think of me? An omega having no mate yet pregnant with a child?No one would want to hear my st
CELESTE POV"Treason? What?!"I gasped as I was forcefully pulled from the ground by the guards that Alpha Kieran had ordered to cease me."I swear, I did nothing." I tried to defend myself while struggling with their firm grip, but not even one person was listening to me.I kicked the air, gritting my teeth as I looked at Selene, wrapped up in Alpha Kieran's arm.Selene's gaze met mine, and a small smile formed on her face. She was enjoying this. Indeed, she would because she was going to be Alpha Kieran's mate. He was going to mark her in my stead, and for some reason, she hated me.We had never had a real interaction before except for that one time she came around while I was cleaning the alpha's estate, and she started ordering me around as if she were my boss.I had never objected to her making me do things because we were born to serve the ones above us. The omegas had no say in their life except you were somewhat lucky that one of your parents attained the status of being part
CELESTE POV"Treason? What?!"I gasped as I was forcefully pulled from the ground by the guards that Alpha Kieran had ordered to cease me."I swear, I did nothing." I tried to defend myself while struggling with their firm grip, but not even one person was listening to me.I kicked the air, gritting my teeth as I looked at Selene, wrapped up in Alpha Kieran's arm.Selene's gaze met mine, and a small smile formed on her face. She was enjoying this. Indeed, she would because she was going to be Alpha Kieran's mate. He was going to mark her in my stead, and for some reason, she hated me.We had never had a real interaction before except for that one time she came around while I was cleaning the alpha's estate, and she started ordering me around as if she were my boss.I had never objected to her making me do things because we were born to serve the ones above us. The omegas had no say in their life except you were somewhat lucky that one of your parents attained the status of being part
CELESTE POVI forcefully pushed back the nausea that rose up my throat, pressing my palm tightly over my mouth while my eyes frantically searched around for a trashcan to throw up in case the vomit was stubborn and didn't subside.I stumbled towards the bench in front of the large infirmary; sitting on it, I glanced down at myself.My stomach in particular.I was pregnant. The doctor had confirmed it. Even though I had confirmed it first with a pregnancy test kit, I wanted to be sure; hence, I visited the pack's doctor, and he suggested doing a urine and blood test.I was indeed pregnant. Doctor Raphael wouldn't lie. He had been the main doctor of the pack house for as long as I could remember. So, there was no way he'd falsify the result.Swallowing hard, I pressed a hand to my still-flat stomach while many questions swirled around in my head.Do I want this baby? What would the pack house think of me? An omega having no mate yet pregnant with a child?No one would want to hear my st
CELESTE POVTWO DAYS LATERI knew this would happen again.I last was here two nights ago, after the Luna selection event. I had sworn to myself that I wouldn't come. That I wouldn't let him do what he did to me the last time again, but here I was."Know your place, Omega. " His voice was a whisper, cruel and soft in my ear. No one will ever want you for more than this. Be grateful that an Alpha like me took an interest in you."My body trembled, betraying me as Alpha Kieran towered over me; his scent, a dangerous mix of cedar, smoke, and a little cinnamon invaded my nostrils.My toes curled and uncurled in the worn ballet flat they were in, and I stared at my broken nails, resisting the urge to bring them to my teeth and chew on them until they became nonexistent.I swallowed hard as the back of my leg hit the edge of the massive bed."Look at me," Alpha Kieran ordered. Instantly, my head snapped up, and I stared at him in the eyes."What did I say about calling me mate?" he asked me
CELESTEI had always fantasized about today in my twenty-two years of existence. When I'd finally get to see my mate. He wouldn't hesitate to accept me and love me regardless of being at the bottom of the rank.I had thought a feast would be thrown, especially if he was of a higher rank than I was, and he'd parade me around the pack house, declaring how fortunate he was to have me as his mate.But I guessed I was being delusional.I didn't expect to see disgust on his face either.The feeling from before instantly vanished leaving behind fear and confusion.Alpha Kieran scowled, moving three steps away from me. Then he turned back to me again."You called for me," I stuttered as he said nothing."Why did you call me mate?" he asked me.I shook my head. I didn't know what to say. Why else would I call him that if he wasn't my mate? Wasn't that obvious?He was concerned about me calling him mate, while I was concerned about the reason he had summoned me.Even though it was common knowle
CELESTE POVThe air was thick with the scent of wood smoke, damp earth, and the metallic tang of blood from injured omegas, beaten and wounded because they failed to complete their work.It wasn't something new in the Blood Moon Packhouse. It was a known fact that if you didn't get to finish the work that was given to you at the designated time, you'd be seeking a death sentence.No one ever disobeys the alpha's wishes. The alpha and others were higher in status than the omega.My name was Celeste Ravaryn, twenty-two years old, born an omega, and the daughter of a disgraced warrior who was executed for betraying the pack house. I witnessed his death at the age of fourteen. The Alpha had ordered for him to be whipped fifty times, even after being unconscious from being forced to drink five bottles of whiskey. After that, he was beheaded, and his head was placed on a wooden stake for everyone to see and mock.Betrayal in the Blood Moon Packhouse wasn't something to be taken lightly; hen