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 well know for power and dominance; not even the king alpha dares to enter their territory without their consent. Their pack are located in the dry desert and volcanic mountains. This species of werewolf creatures no other wolf would dare to go against, no matter how strong they claim to be.The last time they came to our pack was when I was still tiny. When my parents were still alive, I remember my dad had said you could feel the power they held just standing in the same room as them. Dad loved walking with them and talking to those volcan werewolves alphas. I could still see his smile when he'd talk to them.No one knows much about these dangerous formidable packs other than that the are the oldest in existence, and the other pack, The Volcan pack, is The Luciens most cherished ally. The Volcan Pack was once attacked by powerful Demons, taking the life of their alpha Luna. The Luciens were the ones who came and helped them, ending the war and helping them get back on their feet. They made a pact to protect each other soon after and have been allies ever since.The two packs have become the strongest duo ever since, and both packs will be arriving either tonight or tomorrow morning to attend Boston ceremony happening this weekend. Boston has only been anticipating this since his eighteenth birthday, and it's finally happening after eight long months.I'm both scared and nervous for some reason. My wolf, Bea, won't stop jumping up and down. I know something is going to happen. I'm unsure whether it's good or bad, but I know something will happen; I can feel it.I groaned as I felt my sore muscles, my back ached from being hunched over. Thankfully, my ribs had already begun to heal; the perk of being a skinwalker werewolf is that i heal three times faster than a regular wolves.I sighed as I looked around, happy with the results of my work. Our pack doesn't have a big kitchen, but it's still a lot of work for one person to take care of independently. This is when I miss my best friend, Lola. But unlike me and my crummy fate, Lola turned eighteen three months ago, and she was lucky to have found her mate, none other than our maybe beta or gamma, Nick.She was a very humble girl and very shy. But she changed as soon as she found him. She was mated to Nick, the maybe gamma or beta after all. So, she stopped talking to me and was now one of them, hating me to the core and mistreating me.I close my eyes and sigh as I place my hands on my knees, still sitting on the floor. I wiped my forehead from how hot it was in here. Summer here can go to the four digits Fahrenheit, even at night time.My eyes widened as I heard the bucket topple over, spilling the dirty water everywhere.I looked towards it, and my eyes widened to see Boston’s girlfriend, Sasha laughing, "Oops, didn't see you down there. Oh, but then again, who can see an invisible piece of trash like you? What the fuck!” she says glancing at her new milk sandles,"Look at what you did? You ruined my sandles. You little bitch, do you have any idea how expensive these are?" she yells at me as if it had been my fault. She kicks me, making an enormous scrape on my arm and cutting the thin fabric of my already tattered clothes. I was sure those were one of the Zara’s designers, like the rest of her collection, but who am I to judge? I only cleaned her shoes once a month, after all, nothing more.I shriek inwardly as I feel the pain, but I know better than to cry in front of her. It will only boost her ego to cause me more pain."I- I'm sorry." I apologized, and regardless of whether it is my fault or not, I apologize, or I won't hear the end of it. This also meant that Boston would make sure I'd get a good beating for it if he found out about this."Clean this up, idiot. And after dinner, you'll be cleaning all of my shoes, do you understand?" I nodded as I lowered my head to avoid eye contact with her. "But I did your shoes cleaning three days back ," I said, making her slap me. "Did I ask if you cleaned them already? I said you're going to clean my damn shoes, or do I need to tell Boston to give you another back slashing? Have you already forgotten the last time?” she says, making my body shiver. I can still feel the pain in my back from the last time he and Nick slashed my back with a whip.She could easily hurt me herself. She was far stronger than me as it was since she got to train with Boston and his group. But she was thrilled seeing him do it for her. I have never stepped on training grounds other than when they need extra punching bags."Did you hear me?" she yells louder, making me flinch. "Y- Yes. I'll clean your shoes as soon as I'm done." I stuttered as I hugged myself."After my shoes, I want you to organize my dresses.And be extra careful not to try and steal any of my clothes or dirty them with the filthy shit you're wearing. I need all of my shoes organized properly in my room before I wake up tomorrow morning, got it?" She sneers and rolls her eyes; my appearance probably disgusts her. I usually get pretty dirty from all the cleaning I have to do, but my clothes are old and in bad shape. They're full of stains and holes from being worn out.I haven't had new clothes since my parents died, but my mom was pretty thin, and I was able to wear most of her jeans and shirts as I began to develop through my years. The alpha allowed me to stay in our tiny house, but I think it was mainly because no one wanted me to sleep in the pack house.I was tagged Little Curse Alisa.Our house was beautiful and in good shape when Mom was alive, but Dad stopped maintaining itwhen she died. I tried to keep it going, but I have yet to learn how to do repairs, which means my roof leaks everywhere when it rains. Thank goddess, it's summer."Sasha, let's go." Boston roars by the entrance, making both of us turn toward him. He locked eyes with me, clenching his jaw and fisting his hands. I swear his eyes looked dark for some reason. It looked as if he was debating something with his wolf.But then the worst happens...A heavenly smell engulfed my nose. It was like a mixture of South Asian Fruit named Durian and Vanilla. "Mate." my wolf, Bea, yells in my mind. She had been damn quiet all day, and now she decides to say something? I curse inwardly, cursing my own fate."No..." I whispered, making Sasha turn toward me and give me a confused look. "What did you say?""No-nothing," I say, making her roll her eyes and turn back to Boston."Sweetie, look what this stupido did. She ruined my shoes," she whines, lifting her foot with the dirty shoe. It was a tiny stain, barely noticeable, but still there. He fists his hands, clenching his jaw."Then go change them or throw them away. Now hurry up, I don't like being late. We have to meet with my parents before the gathering." he says, unwilling to look away from me. I was beginning to feel unease, like a mixture of craving and hatred, all at once as he looked at me.I know how he is, though, he is the biggest ruthless and shameless man there is in our pack, and though Sasha is the same, she doesn't waste time on beating the other girls close to death when she finds he slept with one of them. It's like they were a match made in heaven, and not even I will be able to break them apart. They are So perfect for each other: the future Lucifer alpha and his poisonous luna. The two are poisonous to themselves and also an antidote to each other.This pack is definitely going to hell when Boston takes over."But, baby!" she responds, whining like a five-year-old, pointing towards me with a pout."NOW!" He grits his teeth, yelling in his alpha tone.His eyes turn dark as his wolf threatens to merge.Sasha and I flinch at his reaction, but all I can do is try and fight my wolf. He is not my mate; he can't be."Fine," she responds, slumping her shoulders and letting her hands fall to her side. She was obviously not happy with his response. She was waiting for him to beat me like he always does. "I'll deal with you later, you useless thing. Clean this up." she kicks the bucket, hitting my knee and making a bit of dirty water inside it splash my face. He looks at me angrily, not saying a word, and turns, following her out of the kitchen."Lisa! You have to go after him. He's our mate, not hers." my wolf, Bea complains. I can't help but begin to cry silently.This definitely had to be a sick joke from the goddess. "How can you ever think our future alpha, our so-called mate, could run to our side and claim us as his mate? Look at me, Bea. I'm weak; I'm useless to him. I'm nothing but a useless abnormality. If he wanted us, he would have already claimed us." I told my wolf, making her whimper."Instead, he will meet his parents to discuss Sasha and him. She is his luna, Bea... Not me." I had already heard the rumor. Not intentionally, but I still did. Boston would name Sasha his Luna tomorrow at the ceremony and set a date for their marriage soon after he becomes the new alpha of our pack."That's why he never said anything. He knew we were his mate when he turned eighteen a few months ago. Didn't he?" Bea whimpers, adding to my grief. I nod, sobbing on that dirty kitchen floor."He knew, Bea. He knew and said nothing." I say, through staggered breath as I try to control my cry.The goddess sure works in a mysterious ways, why didn’t she just mate them, why put me in the middle of it?First she made me a skinwalker werewolf, a specie seen as an abnormality in this pack then she took my family away from me. As if that’s not enough damage to the little me, she paired me with my tormentor!.I couldn’t stop myself from sobbing on that cold floor. All this while I watch my life play right in front of me like I’m watching someone else’s story…would I ever get to live my life as mine?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."
Alpha Nathaniel*I had asked Natie through our mind link to look forward to my Tamil dropping off my mate in my room. She was eager to see her, but she didn't expect the state she was in. I haven't seen her myself, but I think it isn't good. My sister wouldn’t stop crying and mind-linking me every second she sees a new scar or bruise on her.And those two fools won’t let me go.We pass a nice-looking garden of peaches hanging loose on it trees begging to be cultivated, It was rather pleasing to the eye. I don’t really fancy gardens that much but this one was exceptionally beautiful, if I may add."Well, this is where I leave you. Good night to the two of you. Boston, I presume you can handle things on your own starting tomorrow," he says, making Boston clench his jaw."Of course. Good night, Father," he says, turning and continuing to walk. Alpha Damon clears his throat and nods toward me. I nod in response and continue walking, but Boston is soon by my side again. There's not much of