"I, Alpha Logan of the Crystal Moon Pack rejects you, Myra. A very useless and worthless omega to ever be my mate, and my future Luna." He spewed with primal disgust, eyes void of any regret. "And I, Myra De Vries accepts your rejection." The brewing bond shattered and I felt no pain, however I couldn't say the same for him when he held his heart, hurt flashing through his eyes. ___________ Enslaved and mistreated by the Alpha's Family who took her in when she was ten and a surviving rogue. Myra's world was trudged early into a dark world filled with miseries and monsters in form of werewolves. That was until she turned eighteen and was mated to the pack's new Alpha, who rejected her at the sniff of her mystical scent. She was instantly blessed with a second chance mate that turned out to be the most feared man in the wolf-verse who took an interest the moment his eyes laid on her. However, his interest held secrets. And her first mate wanted back the gem he once threw away. It is now left to Myra to navigate her new world of rejection, betrayal, love, and fate. *Not suitable for readers under the age of eighteen*
You Rejected Me Alpha, Remember?
Chapter 001
Myra's point of view
I stood by the kitchen's counter, lids concealed with my hands placed on the rails for support. Pain coursed through my system and I fought the urge to express it out loud as my lips quivered woefully.
"I don't have to come back here and still meet you there, Myra." With resentment, she laid the warning while she departed the kitchen and left me to my misery.
I was suppose to join the other maids in serving the hosted guests at the event hall tonight for Alpha Logan's coronation as an official Alpha for the Crystal Moon Pack. The pack where I scouted as no one but a filthy omega, and a slave to the Alpha family, but I stayed back because my weakened condition demanded strongly for food and I couldn't deny. I was so hungry I could barely keep myself controlled.
I'd manage to stash away some meal prepared for the function earlier, and was going to eat it after everyone left to satisfy the screaming worms in my stomach.
They left immediately after the event began, and I dredged out the food kept away to treat myself to some healthy meal for the past three days.
Today was my 18th birthday, and the least I can do for myself is eat something good, hence the stolen meal.
The Luna came in just after I began eating, call it bad-luck or luck itself wants nothing to do with me.
She reprimanded my sneaky ways and sentenced me to another thon of starvation. I.e, no food through this week till the next one. Never to touch or have the leftovers I normally have for the next five days inclusive.
I mean if they wanted to kill me, slashing their claws across my throat would honestly do the trick, why make me suffer?!
I have no idea why her family hates me so much, or why everyone in this pack loathes my existence.
Was it my fault I was born an omega, or is being an omega just a bad forbidden thing?
It wasn't a rhetorical question, but I couldn't ask it out loud.
Perhaps it has to do with my background cause I wasn't born here, I was a rogue who came in a desperate need for accommodation. Maybe that topped their list of reasons to hate me. She's not one of theirs, so she doesn't deserve to be liked and accepted as one of them.
But then, I was a kid when they did, a ten years old with no father or mother and was hunted down for either food or something worse by those big black and scary wolves that tried to make me their dinner.
I remember how I ran with my little paws, and was lucky to make it to the Crystal Moon Pack alive. There I was protected from them and taken in as a slave at that young age. My life has been hell ever since then, and that night was the last night I knew about the word peace.
Not only was I tormented and abused by the Alpha and his Luna themselves, their son and daughter despised my wholesome and the same goes for the rest of the pack.
Though I will never know their reason or what I did to them to deserve such hatred. I mean I never once murdered their loved ones, nor did I steal them. It's a mystery, their hatred would always be and remain a mystery to me.
They saved me only to hate me.
The thought of running away crossed my mind multiple times, but was buried the moment I recalled on how I arrive here at this hellhole in the first place.
What if those scary wolves return, and this time they'll make sure I don't escape the fate they had in store for me. I couldn't risk it, at all.
The Luna not only sentenced me to five days starvation, but also gave me a sounding slap for stealing her food.
I sniffed and pushed back whatever tears that wanted to streak through my orbs. I won't allow that.
'They may break me physically, but emotionally and mentally; they have nothing on me.' I recited my vow, and the cold statement had me voiding all the emotions troubling me on the inside.
I marched into motion, also leaving the kitchen and heading straight to the hall to join other maids in serving the invited guests.
I got there in no time, and the head maid at the sight of my presence casted me a disgusted gaze; she was the beta's wife, and contributed with the hatred harbored for my existence, her and her family.
Basically everyone in this pack hated me, even the little innocent kids.
'Except me," My wolf jolted in my thoughts.
I know the response was to make me feel better, but she wasn't from or part of this pack and is rather a part of me- so even if she does hate me, it counts in a different way.
It'd mean everyone hates me, and even I would be forced to hate myself. My parents hated me so much they left me alone to battle this cruel world alone, my wolf will then regret getting paired up with such a loser and ill-fated being like me, and everyone still unable to just bear my existence. I might actually end it.
But I do not hate myself, and my wolf doesn't regret sharing a life force with me.
I have hope, something that stems a deep strength within me. I believe all is going to one day change, that my time for joy will come, and when it does- I will be damn sure to enjoy it to the fullest.
For now, I will keep on enduring all that is thrown my way, because I'm relentless as well as resilient.
"What are you doing here?" The tone of her voice matched the irritation poured on her face as she grilled on my appearance.
"The Luna asked me to be here, Incase there is anything here I can help with." I responded, keeping my head high to match her cold gaze.
I kept my face neutral, masked the icy feeling that comes with people's extreme antipathy towards me.
I have learnt not to care, caring would means getting affected, and getting affected would attack and mess with my mental health. The meanings to my vow.
I'm already dealing with it physically, I don't have to go through it again mentally or emotionally.
She grimaced at my statement, "Perhaps we do, the new Alpha needs someone to tidy up his messy room. You should go tend to that," she relayed, eyes giving away her mischievousness.
She knew how much the Alpha's son getting coronated into being the new Alpha today hates me.
He hated weakness and who I am is the epitome of that, he saw himself as more than a future Alpha, he saw himself as this strong powerful man framed with prestige.
Conceited and pompous, he's one jerk I avoid dealing with at all costs. He's a damned asshole.
While around him, I must not breathe the same air as him, and no matter what he mustn't see my face.
Albeit I do my best to avoid him all the time, but I'm a slave to his awful family and I can't do it forever. I've managed to stay out of his path for days now, at a point I knew it was going to end.
He is the most brutal and abusive of them all, always breaking my bones by tripping me over at any given chance, then giving me one of his strongest slaps for tripping on his shoe. I hate him with every ounce of my being.
It was an order from the head-maid, and I couldn't oppose it. There's no good that'll be do me, and she purposely sent me to him.
I heaved a deep sigh, having no option than to oblige to her instruction as I stepped back in motion and marched out of her presence, I strolled straight to Logan's chamber in the Pack house.
I was close to ascending the few more steps on my path when my nose caught on an anonymous scent.
I halted on my tracks as the contiguous smell breached my olfactory nerves. It scented heavenly and so good, my reality shackled as the rich, earthly smell of sandalwood filled me up without my permission.
My mate is here. Around here somewhere. My wolf spun inside of me, wilding out at the attractive scent of our mate.
As I approached Logan's room, the unfamiliar whiff thickened and my heart thumped. Oh Goddess, this better not be what I'm thinking.
My wolf kept jumping around inside my head, obviously in celebration that our mate is here.
I got to his door, and I was instantly overwhelmed by my mate's scent. The door opened before I could even place a knock.
My eyes coming in contact with his sharp euphoric ones, dazzling with sparks as they stared directly back at me.
"Mate?"
"Mate?" The both of us called out at the same time, equally shocked by the party the moon goddess paired for us to be bonded with for life.
Author's note: I'd like to welcome you readers to my fictional world specially created and crafted for the future of Myra x Logan x Lucas. The few things I'd like to relay here is that I'm not an experienced writer and rather a vast learning one. That's to say you shouldn't expect a perfectly written piece but a well readable piece from me, I apologize for that and in no time you'd enjoy the absolute perfection.
English is not my first language, so bear with me in any way you can.
Thank you so much and welcome to a fun ride.
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