The painful jab on my hips make me tremble from it pain. I was weak but still working like a f*cking robot, No I was a robot…The Blood Moon Pack Robot.
I had been shoved, kicked, and trampled upon all day. my scanty hair which seems like I was suffering from an hair ailment had been pulled, and I had lost count of how many times they had shoved me towards the trash can. I always tell myself that I would get use to it but can someone really get used to abuse? I mean, this is my life every day. I've been treated like this since I could remember, and it's as if they get a joy seeing me getting beaten. It's a show to their amusement. One of the high ranked member thought it would be quite a scene to throw a banana peel on the slippery floor, and another threw their leftover trash in my face because they said I shouldn’t show up in there presence, my curse might rub on them. "Just keep walking, Lisa. Just keep walking." I say under my breath. It was the only thing I could do because if I so even tried to retaliate or defend myself, I knew I was going to lose. Once done, I was ready to run out and continue my work, cleaning each pack’s room. But just as I was running through pavement, I felt a rough pull on my hair, making me fall back. My body ached as I fell to the ground, and I could feel the sting on my scalp as alpha Damon dragged me by my hair toward the children play ground. Someone had just spilled a gallon of milk on the floor. The floor I had just cleaned not even up to two minutes ago. I neaded to stay quiet If I made even the slightest sound, I knew what was coming. I gripped my hair, hoping it would ease the pain as he dragged me along. He flung me across the play ground, making my body crash against the children’s toys. My body ached as it hit the counter doors, and I could hear the cracking of yet another broken rib, making me wince from the pain. I whimpered; my tears ran down unwillingly. "Stay mute, Lisa. Stay MUTE." my mind said, but my eyes betrayed as I began to cry silently, letting out a small whimper. "Clean this shit up, you lazy fool. Do you have any idea how important tomorrow is for all of us? I told you this place needed to stay clean, don't test me, bitch. GOT IT? And start making lunch." Alpha Damon sneered, kicking me on my ribs and making me cry in pain. "But," I said, regretting my words as soon as they left my lips. He slaps me across my face with the back of his hand, stinging my cheek and right eye. "Shut up. How dare you talk back to me? Do you want to go back to the dungeon? You obviously need a reminder of WHO is in authority here." he yells at me, clenching his jaw. My hands fisted, and my jaw clenched from anger. If it's one thing I hate, it's being punched by him. He never stops, not until his knuckles have had enough of me. I can't recall the last time I ever felt happy. It's been hell for me ever since I could remember since the day my mom and brother were killed in front of me. Then again, maybe I deserved all this. It was my fault they were killed, after all. I was the one who wanted to keep wandering off that day. I still remember it as if it had just happened yesterday. When I was eight, my mom, my brother Liam, and I went out for a stroll. We had such a fun day, but we lost track of time, and we didn't notice that we had walked too close to the borders, close to where Mom's favorite flowers were. By the time we realized it, we were surrounded by some strange wolves, probably rogues. Mom sacrificed herself, waving at my brother and me and ordering us to run for it. That was the last time I saw her alive. Mom was strong but not stronger than eight hefty wolves. Before my brother and I could get away, they ran after us, too, and got to my brother first, slashing him across his chest right before my eyes. I still remember the sound of his pleading voice telling me to run as his body slowly gave out. His frail body fell as if in slow motion before me, and I could see nothing but evil smirks plastered in those wolves eyes. I went into shock, seeing how they ran toward me. When Dad finally got there with our alpha and the other guards, one of the wolves had already attacked me, leaving me unconscious. I should have died from that fatal attack but I didn’t, due to the specie of werewolf I belonged to. I didn’t know why but I was always referred to as a werewolf skinwalker. Other wolves despise me but since my family were around to protect me I was safe until the tragedy struck. When I finally regained consciousness, I found out that my brother's body was missing, my mom was dead, and I had been unconscious for three days before I finally woke up. I was now left with a nasty scar across my right jaw and my clawed back to remind me of that day forever. My dad wept for their deaths for so long that he isolated himself from everyone, including me. But that wasn't all. He gave in to mourning for his mate, a werewolf emotion more potent than alcohol made of wolfsbane and herbs. It's much more lethal than the alcohol humans are used to, but equally dangerous to werewolves because losing one mate as a wolf is like losing your sane self until one day when I turned twelve, and he left me as well. From that day henceforth, I was tagged a curse to the pack. My source of being was their source of hatred. They even hate the fact that I breathe. My name is Alisa Morgan. I am a werewolf Skinwalker, a freak and part of the Blood Moon pack. I'm turning eighteen today. I could be celebrating. But instead, I'm here cleaning and taking trash out, like I do every day since the day Dad died, and I became the lowest-ranked werewolf in our pack. Even the other lower ranked members hates me. The day they told me Dad had died, our alpha demoted me to the lowest rank in our pack. I was an orphan with no one to fight for me, hell I can’t dare to fight for myself. Our alpha, Damon Luther, is not someone to be joke with. He's tough and very... But I mean very wicked. I can't say his son, Boston, is any different.I mean it a father and son gene. They both hate me with passion and are not afraid to show it. Boston is pure evil, just like his dad. He’s a power hungry guy who loves everything walking in skirt, his approach to the girls in my college was like a the best thing that can ever happen to them. And when he makes an order, no one dares to defy, if you do, you will suffer the consequences of his puppets, Nick and Zaid. I heard one of them will be his gamma and the other his beta. We don’t really know which he will pick so I guess they all have been acting like a puppet to get the best position which is to be his beta. Boston turned eighteen about year ago, and he's been eager to become alpha soon. I feel that when our alpha passes down his title to him through the alpha ceremony, this pack will quickly see its doom. I can feel it. To make matters worse, Boston has been extremely mean to me for the past years. I mean, he has constantly mistreated me, but it's gotten worse since like forever. I don't know what his deal is; I guess authority is making his ego grow, impatiently waiting to become the sole authority of this pack. I do know one thing, though: I have to stay away from him, no matter what... Or I will be punished, not only by him but by his girlfriend, Sasha. She is even worse than him. Pack was supposed to love and cater for one another, so my dad told me but, my pack was a complete different case, I saw for myself how well other pack members got along with everyone, regardless of who they were.it was never like this before, I do not know how things change so drastically from perfect to worst. Boston and his two best friends, ruthless Nick, and arrogant, Zaid, rule the school and everyone in our pack when our alpha, Damon, isn't around. It's no surprise, though, that everyone in my pack who holds a higher rank takes advantage of their position, making the lives of others a living hell. Especially mine, since I was known as the girl who got her family killed, Little Cursed Alisa, making me the target of their hatred. Alpha Damon Luther and his son, Boston, were incredibly mean to me. He'd constantly say that my dad had left me because he couldn't overcome the loss of my mom and brother, that he couldn’t bear to look at the cause of his mate death which is me, so he killed himself out of misery. That I was born a freak, I was a curse to my family from the moon goddess. I faintly remember when I had a happy family who protected me and a home... We didn't have much because we were all low-ranked, but we had each other. I feel so worthless knowing Alpha may be right... I deserved to get treated the way I do. What kind of a wolf is a skinwalker? Everyone in our pack has a job, but the job consists of days off as well. I hadn't had a day off in months since graduating high school. Then again, I was thankful they even allowed me to finish high school because most lower rank are only allowed to go to junior high and no more. I wish I could have had the chance to attend college like most kids in our pack, but I know I'm dreaming too high. I'm envious to see the older kids who turn eighteen and graduate high school find their mates and attend college together. Maybe one day I could find my mate. He'll take me away from all this, and we can be happy. I want to be satisfied, but the more I think about it, the more I want to cry. I'm losing hope, and I don't know if this is all I will ever live for... Cleaning up after everyone and taking hits from the angry pack members. Being their punch bag, Maybe... This is all that will ever be for me. Goddess please change my story.Alisa*I finished preparing for lunch, then cleaned up the mess, and soon, I was left doing more and more errands for other pack members. I sigh as I wipe the sweat off my forehead. I glance at the clock and realize it is really late. If I didn't finish now, the rest of the omegas would begin to come in to prepare for dinner. We also needed to begin preparations for the meeting that the alpha has with other packs coming tomorrow morning.I glance at the floor and stick the dirty rag back in my bucket. I had kitchen duty all week, and after everyone finished eating, I was the one responsible for cleaning the whole kitchen on my own since the head rest of the pack didn't like me. She has perfectly stated that the kitchen floors needed to be hand-cleaned and left spotless after every meal. If she even saw a speck, I'd have to repeat it.The visiting pack, the Luciens, and the Volcan Pack are said to be one of the most prominent and influential in packs in the whole world. They are very w
Alisa*I gulped down my pride and began to clean up quickly, wiping away my tears. Sniffling, I cleaned the towels and began to clean the floors again. It was so late. I'm going to be in so much trouble. I hurried to put things away and was about to run out of the kitchen to change when the housekeeper came in, making me bump into her.She hates to see me this tattered though it not my fault. "Hey, watch it," she yells, making me startled. "I- I am so sorry," I say, apologizing for the billionth time today.She rolls her eyes as she fixes her shirt. "You look so dirty little Alisa. Why haven't you changed? The Luciens pack just notified us that they will be here in two hours away. which means they might be joining us for dinner before the gathering. We need to get things ready. Hurry up and change, come back, and start prepping for desserts and don’t forget the fresh meat smoothie while the others start dinner. And try to look a little presentable, will you? The alpha wants you to be
Boston*My heart still raced at a billion per second from the moment I walked away from Alisa’s house.Alisa was sure as fuck the most beautiful girl I had ever met. Much more beautiful than Sasha if I'm being honest. But she's nothing but a skinwalker. An abnormality among the werewolves.I could never be seen with someone like that, it would ruin and reduce my authority among my peers. Just looking at her for the past few months gets me hyped up. My wolf, Tansil keeps pestering me to claim her. I can but I won’t.I won't unless if I want to give up my position as next in line to become the alpha.she's still underage, well, that is until today because she just turned eighteen. But mostly, because I cannot have her, she will stain the alpha blood line with her curse. I need someone who can help me strengthen this pack, not weaken it. I won't deny that the mate bond is stronger and I kind of have a little crush on Alisa before the mate bond, and I want her so badly. I was close to cla
****************************Alpha Milan Of The Volcan Pack*I sat on the chair next to my father across from Alpha Damon and his son, Boston who was soon to become alpha of this pack. I was annoyed already, and I have barely been here for some minutes."I'm sure you had both had a long trip out here, why don't we eat first, and we'll get to the meeting right after? I hope that’s fine with you, alpha Stephen?" he looks at my father with a smile. Little did he know I had already taken over as alpha, My dad grinned and pats my shoulder making me look at him through my irritated mood.I came with my parents, and my close friend also Beta, Noah, leaving my mate, Natie behind to tend to a few things. But I was missing her terribly. My best friend and my mate older brother, Alpha Nathaniel, will be joining us soon. I hope. He actually hasn't found his mate, and we mock him for it from time to time. I know... it's stupid and childish, but fun to do. We like to taunt him and give him a hard t
Alisa Morgan* I wiped the thirtieth pair of shoes, placing them back inside their place, and then quickly began to go through Sasha’s closet. I knew she was going to wear a skimpy eye drizzly dress tomorrow for the ceremony.She had been looking forward to it since a year ago and had a dress especially done for the evening when they will announce her as the pack's luna.Her dress hung on a hook next to a full-size mirror inside a black bag made of cloth. I couldn't help but envy her.If destiny had been a bit different, and my parents were still alive, maybe that dress would be mine. I would be the new Luna and would become Boston’s mate. Just as our goddess had intended things to be, but only fate knew why things had ended the way they did. And the goddess played a huge part in it, how can she betray her own creation? Why did she create me if she was going to make me the odd one out? Truth be told I rather be nonexistent than go through all this.I never asked to be born in the firs
Alisa*"Why are you letting them take you there again?Please do something. Tell them it wasn't us." Bea yelled in my head. Livid pulled me by my arm, making me stumble. But he jolted me up, keeping me from falling on my face. I could only hear the laughter of the pack members as we made our way down to the dungeons.They are all monsters, all of them.How could they believe her? I haven't done anything. I have never stolen anything... Well...Besides food and pastries and that's only when I couldn't take the hunger I felt anymore. How much more mistreatment or torture can they possibly do to me? I mean I'm about to leave this damn pack thanks to Boston. Why are they so bound in hurting me? Do they really hate me this much?"Don’t make the matter worst Bea, I’m in a lot of pain as it is, You'll only make things worse." I linked back to my wolf as I struggled to get down the dungeon's steps. Livid nodded to a guard, making him open one of the doors, and then tossed me inside the cell.
Unknown Pov*Alisa is dragged out of the dark dungeon by a guard and Livid, with Boston and alpha Damon leading the way. Blood dripping down her lips, her body is filled with bruises, blood, and evidently a few broken bones.Though Boston doesn’t seem to care about what has happened to her, but he’s somewhat pissed off. She is supposed to leave tomorrow morning as one of the slave to the Lucien alpha. If things don't work out accordingly, he won’t be able to talk the Lucien alpha into protecting them.He's never been scared of a fight, but he knows he will not be able to fight off another intrusion by the ruthless hybrid king. He's already killed half of the pack already.They are vulnerable, and another attack may extinguish whatever is left of the group."Why are you so stupid Sasha? I thought you’re wiser than this but I thought wrong. Always use your head not your emotions. Is this how you’re going to rule by my side?” Boston shot Sasha a deadly glare as she walked to the opposite
Nathaniel*It felt like the party will never end. But by midnight and with no sign of my mate, we decided to call it a night. The more I am in this pack, the more I realize that their bunch of immature teenagers who are out to party and run around carelessly rather than contribute meaningfully to the pack. So we took off, and headed toward the little guest house prepared for me."My love, why don't you go first? I will deal with this." Milan tells my sister.She looked ready to protest, but I know she was tired. She sighs, hugging us and saying good night.We made our way toward the little apartment, walking under the moonlight. The vines became thicker until we finally came up to a clearing. There, stood a tiny shack, badly shaped. The roof looked ready to fall, the paint chipping, and a few broken windows.We came closer as her scent became stronger, but I growled when I got the scent of blood. "Nate, I think she's hurt. Her wolf feels like she's agonizing in pain but I can’t tell."