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08/12/2022

There was one problem in Count Clemence’s house: his eldest daughter, Molitia Clemence. The count even lamented the huge amount of money he’d spent because she was always sick in bed.

If there was a way for her to get better, his attitude towards her might have improved, but unfortunately, Molitia had a weak body, and her frequent illnesses had gradually exhausted her parents’ love.

She had spent more time in her bed than out of it, and stayed in bed sick while other noble children made their debuts in society. The longer she was sick, the fewer people visited, and the more time she spent alone. As an almost-unknown figure, many rumors spread about her.

Whenever he saw her pale face, the count couldn’t say a good word to Molitia, and he branded her with insults, such as ‘cursed child’. This led to the count suffering from more gossip, and increased his dislike of her even more. The count, who didn’t want to see Molitia’s blank, white face, confined her to her room.

For Molitia, family warmth was beyond reach, and she was completely isolated; if she heard the noise of her family outside, she made sure that she even ate her meals in her room. Her parents’ neglect led to her cold treatment by other family members; although she was the daughter of the count, she was no better than dust.

Everyone was reluctant to interact with Molitia. Everyone was thinking, ‘Who knows when she’s going to die?’ Molitia agreed with those sentiments because her sickness felt like death to her. But now, breaking countless expectations of her early death, she was old enough for marriage.

Yet the surrounding response was still cold; although she was the daughter of an esteemed count, no one had asked to marry her. There was no need to guess the reason. Count Clemence, looking angry, called Molitia to him.

“You worthless thing!” his voice rang through the house.

A child who had been useless since birth still couldn’t help him now. His first child had to make a good marriage for the rest of his children to marry well, but Molitia had no chance of achieving it.

“How could I have a child like you!” the count shouted. His sharp gaze pierced Molitia, and her unusually white face turned even whiter.

“Why should our family suffer years of this kind of humiliation?”

Molitia’s head sank further because of the relentless scolding of her father, ‘the prestigious Count Clemence’ – that was what they called the count in social circles.

He sought to consolidate his position in politics. Although his position was still unstable, there was a way to fill the gap: with a political marriage. A marriage bond between two families was like establishing a contract; it provided an opportunity to strengthen their relationship and build up their interests.

Philius Clemence, the current count, had done the same. He had married his wife for his family’s benefit. His relationship with his wife was not neglected, but it was also a business relationship. Philius’s views did not differ from those of his parents. Marry, have children and then marry them into excellent families. For the count, a child was just an extension of the contract.

He roughly banged his fist on the desk.

“What’s wrong with my family? How could no one ask for your hand in marriage!”

Molitia was also upset; she didn’t even ask him not to marry her off.

The count looked helplessly at his useless child: a bloodless figure with thick lips. He couldn’t see any charm in her.

“I’m glad one proposal came,” he said.

At the count’s words, Molitia lifted her head. A proposal. She closed her eyes, thinking that it could be her only way out of this house.

“A letter has come from the Duke of Linerio proposing marriage,” said the count.

“The Duke of Linerio. . .” murmured Molitia.

The moment she heard the name, Molitia’s face fell. The light that she thought she’d found died out in a single moment. She looked at the count, shaking her head in denial.

“I must have heard it wrong – you don’t mean the Duke of Linerio, do you?” asked Molitia.

“Yes, I do,” said Count Clemence.
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06/12/2022

It was already ten o'clock in the evening when Jessie Lin came home from school. The street was full of noise, as if it were very lively. However, her heart was still depressed.

With her eyes full of sadness, she could not even remember when she had started to become accustomed to live all by herself.

Although she was not physically alone in the house, she still felt like it, and acted like she was alone. She did everything all by herself—eating, sleeping, shopping, and even leisurely watching drama series on her own.

Being like an introvert, it seemed that Jessie Lin had always been alienated and very difficult to get close to.

Meanwhile, when Jessie Lin arrived home, the villa was as dark as usual. However, today was a little bit different for it seemed more unusual than before. When she came home, she saw the Butler, Lucy, waiting at the door.

"Oh, hey, Lucy! Why aren't you asleep yet?"

"I'm glad you're back, Miss Jessie. The master is waiting for you in the study upstairs. He asked you to go to him as soon as you came back."

Jessie Lin then looked up at the study on the second floor. She gave Lucy a quick nod and a yes, and then went upstairs.

Rat-tat!

"Come in."

Jessie Lin pushed the door open and stood beside the desk. In a low voice, she began to talk to her father and asked, "Dad, what can I do for you?"

"There you are. Yes, in fact, I have something important to discuss with you. Have a seat." Darren Lin, her father, put down the documents that he was holding, and said with concern, "Jessie, I know that although you are the eldest daughter of our Lin family, I am aware that I have never provided you with much good things. I know that you are going to graduate next year, and you are too innocent for your own good. Which brings me to my decision to arrange your marriage. I want to find a good man for you, so that you will have someone to rely on in the future."

Darren Lin spoke as if he were a good father to her. He felt guilty and wanted to make up for his past mistakes because he very well knew that he had owed her a lot, and for many reasons.

'Innocent, huh?'

Jessie Lin sneered at herself. Ever since she was ten years old, she had already realized and had been in touch with the reality of the world around her.

She knew at an early age that she was basically a dispensable member of the Lin family, except for a little bit of value that she was worth. If she had not disguised herself, then maybe she would have never stayed alive until now!

'Hmm...Rely on?' She knew that she could only rely on herself and no one else. Who else could she rely on?

Her father who only had a brutal heart? Or her mother? But she was very mentally ill that she could not even take care of herself, let alone her own daughter!

Jessie Lin became silent for a while. With purity and innocence, she then looked straight into her father's eyes full of cunning and said, "Thank you for your concern, Dad. But I don't want anything or anyone to rely on. I just want to be with you and mother for all my life."

"Oh, my silly daughter! That would be so unfair to you! Jessie, I am just thinking about you and your future. Your mother and I will leave you on your own one day. And besides, look at your mother's current situation. I hope you understand that we can't just put all of the burden on you alone. You will be very tired if that happens. In any case, you must have heard about the Lan family. I have talked to them several times and they all like you very much. We share the same hope that our two families can be united by marriage one day."

"The Lan family?"

"Yes, you are not mistaken. In fact, the Lan family is a noble and respected family. Although Mark has some disabilities, I'm sure that your life will be secured as long as you marry him. What's a little disability for a life of comfort and security? Aside from that, as long as you are in the Lan family, we will surely have a backer in the future, and our family's business will also be..."

Upon seeing her father's sparkling eyes, Jessie Lin felt so sick of him. Just listening to his controlling demand made her despise him very much.

He said he was doing this for her.

But, she knew well what was behind his sweet words.

Come on, he was asking her to marry a disabled man! Wasn't that equivalent to destroying her whole life?

Really? For her own good? She could take care of herself and she did not need him to worry about her future! He meant well. It might have sounded promising, but in fact, he was just afraid that if she refused to marry the man, then he couldn't do business with the Lan family!

Although Jessie Lin knew about everything and what was going on, she had always worn the same mask in front of the Lin family.

She had to pretend to be docile, considerate, and obedient!

But she also knew that she couldn't be too obedient. After all, she was a person who had her own opinion and own life.

No one would believe that she would listen to every word Darren Lin said, not even herself.

"Dad, I heard that Mr. Mark was disabled and got disfigured because of a car accident. I'm afraid..."

"Don't worry, my dear daughter. I have already met Mark just recently when I went to their family's house. He wore a mask all the time except when sleeping. Don't worry, he won't scare you. Also, you won't be able to see him in the dark when you sleep. Don't be afraid. I'm sure you will be fine."

"Dad, I really don't want to be married into their family. Why don't you just let Ellie get married to Mr. Mark since the Lan family is so wealthy?"

As soon as she finished her words, Darren Lin's big palm hit the desk so hard that it almost made a hole.

But before he could say anything, his kind and guilty face suddenly changed into a malicious and angry one.

"I will be the one who arranges your sister's marriage, not you. You don't need to worry about it. Anyway, I've already set up your marriage. You'll move to the Lan family's villa in half a month. No objections! Now get out of my sight!"

Jessie Lin stood up from her chair, biting her lips. There was a mist in her clear eyes as she felt so hurt by her father's controlling and harsh words.

But just as she turned around and was about to leave, Darren Lin spoke again,

"Jessie, don't pretend to be so obedient and meek every day. I know what's in your mind. If you, by any chance, want to protect your crazy mother and your younger brother, you know what you should do!"

She closed the study's door. Her once pitiful look had long been replaced by coldness and insidiousness as her hands clenched in anger.

She thought to herself, 'One day, Darren, I will make you cry and beg me for mercy!'

Just when Jessie Lin was about to enter her room, she heard a shrill scream coming from upstairs along with the sound of things falling onto the ground.

"Oh damn you, Darren! I hate you. I'm going to kill you..... You son of bitch! Ivy! How dare you seduce my husband! Go to hell!"

The voices and cries only became louder and louder as she walked upstairs.

Jessie Lin couldn't be any more familiar with this voice. As a matter of fact, she was used to those ghostly screams every day during the time when her stepmother joined the family when she was only ten years old.

She got scare of it at first, but soon enough, she gradually adapted to it. And now, she was so used to it that she ignored it whenever she heard that sound.

Slowly, she then gently pushed the door open and saw that the room was a complete mess. The once luxurious curtains had been pulled off and were just hanging in the air. The bed was messy, along with the clothes, cosmetics, and glass pieces that were all over the floor.

Her mother was disheveled and scrunched in a corner, crying, laughing, and talking to herself.

Standing at the door, Jessie Lin looked at Irene Xiao without saying a word. She recalled that her mother was born in a rich family. When her mother was young, she was very beautiful and pleasant. During that time, she was even praised as the woman that any man would want to marry.

Knowing such a background, no one had ever expected that she would turn out to be like this in the future.

But all Jessie wanted was to walk over and hug her mother. After all, she had deeply longed for her comfort and warmth, but at the same time, she also wanted to hug her because she felt sympathy and pity for her own mother. At that moment, she just wanted to hold her mother in her arms, regardless of the reason.

However, no matter how ordinary it seemed to other people, she considered her mother's warmth and love as a luxury.
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05/12/2022

The blanket of pure white snow seemed to sparkle in the early morning light. The Pack House was buzzing with excitement about the upcoming festivities. Tomorrow was my birthday, not that anyone cared or even remembered because it was also the birthday of the Thorn Triplets. The Thorn Triplets were the pride and joy of the Winter Moon Pack. They were the sons of Alpha Romeo Thorn. They were filthy rich, devilishly handsome and disgustingly arrogant. All the young she-wolves adored them wholeheartedly and stroked their egos on a daily basis. I was cursed to share a birthday and a home with them.

At the tender age of nine, my drug-addicted parents left the pack to go rogue and had not been seen or heard from since. They left no instructions regarding their wishes for me so I was taken into the pack house under the care of Alpha Romeo and his wife, Ronnie. As if I had not been devastated enough, I now had three twelve-year old tormenters. The identical triplet sons of the Alpha were, in order of birth, Alex, Felix and Calix. They despised me and ensured that I knew I was beneath them. My parents had incurred a huge debt due to their drug seeking habits which was paid off by the Alpha. Thus, I had to earn my keep and repay my debt by doing as many chores as possible while the triplets enjoyed an idyllic childhood in the very same house.

In some packs the new Alpha ascends at age eighteen when they first shift but in mine, the age for ascension was twenty one. Thus tomorrow, on November eleventh, the triplets would turn twenty-one and take over the pack while I would turn eighteen and experience my first shift. Eighteen was also the minimum age when werewolves found their fated mate but I did not care about that. All I wanted was to come of age so I could leave this hell behind.

At least, the pack house had beautiful scenery. We were close to the north pole so snow was an everyday affair though there was no sign of Santa Claus. I certainly did not expect any birthday presents this November or Christmas presents come December. The pack made it clear that I owed them money and they were subtracting everything they did not spend on me from the huge debt. They also subtracted my “wages” from the debt so I was never given any money. I was allowed food, clothes and shelter, the basics.

I slowly got out of bed. The sun was just peeking out from behind a snow-covered horizon. Everything glistened. I gazed out my window at the wintry terrain. I sighed. I had to start making breakfast for everyone. Despite the huge size of the pack house with its luxurious bedrooms and bathrooms, I was given a small empty storage room to stay in. I had a cot, a shelf of second-hand books and a single drawer full of second hand clothes. The other drawers contained extra cleaning supplies as I did the housekeeping work also.

I used the common room’s bathroom, showering quickly. I looked at myself in the mirror. My parents had name me Chasity but everyone in the pack called me Charity. This was started by the triplets as a joke and because they said it so often, even decent pack members thought it was my real name. I was so shy and scared as a child that I never bothered to correct them so it had stuck.

I detangled my waist-length dark blonde curls and put them up in a huge bun. Whenever I left them down the triplets would pull my hair ever since we were little. They had not grown out of this habit even in adulthood. I sighed. There were dark circles forming under my large brown eyes. My light brown skin looked sallow. I had been overworking myself or rather the Thorn family had been overworking me. They used to have a maid and a cook with me as the sole assistant of both, but they had fired them last month after numerous conflicts between them and the spoilt triplets. For the past month, I had been drowning in work while attending my final year of high school. I had seven more months of high school before I could leave this place. That was the deal. At eighteen and after high school, I got my freedom and whatever I had paid off by then would be the end of it. The current Alpha and Luna seemed to think they were being extremely generous.

The pack house had a really good heating system so despite the fact that outside looked like the frigid tundra, inside was pretty warm. I put on a long-sleeved white babydoll top that covered my behind as I was wearing just black leggings underneath. I started on breakfast. As it was the Triplets’ “birthday week” and they would soon be Alphas, everyday was a feast day. I made waffles, pancakes, bacon, scrambled eggs and sausages. I put the butter and maple syrup on the table. I made coffee. I quickly drank some sweet, milky coffee for some energy and started setting the table.

Luna Ronnie entered the dining room, eyeing me, scrutinising my handy-work. She was a tall woman with dark brown long straight hair, pale skin and green eyes.

“The table looks nice,” she said, a rare compliment. “But have you washed all the wares? Wash them all before you eat!”

Alpha Romeo sauntered in, kissing his Luna gently. He nodded in approval at the breakfast spread. I smiled feebly at him. I heard heavy footsteps on the stairs and I took a deep breath. The Triplet Terrors were coming. They towered over me at six feet and four inches each, exactly a foot taller than me. They resembled their father with their shoulder-length thick shiny black hair, chiseled faces, baby blue eyes, dimples and chin-clefts. As they were Alphas they were all broad-shouldered and muscled blessed with super speed and super strength even beyond what was considered extraordinary for a werewolf. They were perfectly identical and perfectly heinous or at least they were to me. Their deep voices boomed as they shouted excitedly, shoving each other playfully. They would be twenty-one tomorrow but they still acted like they were twelve.

Alex was the eldest and the most serious and severe. He would surely rule with an iron fist and a surly demeanour. Felix as the middle triplet loved being the centre of attention and was naturally filled with wise-cracks, jokes and quips. Classic middle child. The youngest, Calix, was the charmer, a professional sweet-talker and Mommy’s favourite. He almost treated me like I was human.

“Did you make all of this, Charity?” Asked Calix, immediately trying to pull my hair out of its bun. I nodded, dodging him, only to bump into Felix who smirked and slipped my hair tie off. My curls tumbled down all around me. Felix and Calix laughed.

“Stop!” I implored them, reaching for my only hair tie. Felix held it high above my head. He threw it to Alex who caught it and put it in his pocket. I tried to lunge towards Alex but Felix grabbed me. Felix and Alex started shoving me back and forth between them like I was a ball and they were playing catch.

“I give up! I give up!” I said while they snickered.

Calix said, “All right. Cut it out. Let her go wash the wares. Mom wants the place kept as clean as possible so there’ll be less to do tomorrow.”

The elder two relinquished me. I ran into the kitchen. My heart was racing. I started on the dishes. By the time I was done, the family of five hungry werewolves, four of them from Alpha stock, had devoured literally everything I made except for one pancake. The chairs were all empty. I went to get the last pancake but Felix snatched it up. He had zoomed in out of nowhere, fast as a cheetah and quiet as a mouse.

“I haven’t eaten anything,” I told him, my eyes wide.

“Good, you’re fat enough as it is,” he said, sneering. He ate the pancake in two bites.

I sighed. I refused to cry. I had not cried in front of them since the first year of torment when I was nine. My tenth birthday marked a very important vow I had made to myself after crying almost every single day at aged nine. The vow was that I would never let the Triplets make me cry ever again. I would be strong. I had kept that vow successfully for eight years come tomorrow. The comment stung though. The Triplets were widely regarded as the most handsome eligible bachelors in the Pack. They constantly attacked my weight. I was not overweight but I had a curvy hourglass figure. My waist was slender. I wore about a size 4 in clothes which was small enough in my opinion but all the Triplets had stick-thin size 0 girlfriends.

I had to take the bus to school. I had thrown on a man’s black coat over my white top and leggings, another hand-me-down. I managed to find another hair tie but this was truly the last one. The Pack high school was called Winter Moon High after the pack. Our pack colours, and therefore also the school colours, were white, blue and silver. The whole school was decorated with streamers and balloons in celebration of the new Alphas, the Triplets.

“You’re so lucky, Charity,” said Mina Toros, the most popular girl in my senior year. She tossed her long dark hair back and pursed her plump red lips in her locker’s inside mirror. She was wearing a pink skirt short enough to qualify as belt. Thank goodness she had opaque tights on underneath. She usually ignored me except for the occasional pronouncement of how “lucky” I was.

“The things I’d to those Triplets if I lived in that house,” Mina said, licking her lips.

“You’d have to drop out!” Squealed her best friend, the second most popular girl, Tina Gregory. “You’d get pregnant the first month there.”

Tina had flawless dark brown skin with curly hair. She was tall and waif-like and also wore a pink skirt short enough to be a belt with opaque tights. Mina and Tina usually matched as though they were twins. Mina cackled at Tina’s joke.

“You know, Charity,” said Mina suddenly. “You’re not totally hideous.”

Gee, thanks.

“Ok,” I said, clutching my books. The girls were blocking my locker which was sandwiched between their two lockers. Lucky me, indeed.

“Yeah,” agreed Tina. “Your hair is actually pretty. You’re like a biracial Goldie Locks.”

I smiled. That sounded like a real compliment.

“Thanks Tina!” I said.

“Ohhh! And those Triplets are the three bears!” Shrieked Mina. “If I were their Goldie Locks I’d make sure everything was just right, get it?”

“Or too big,” said Tina, giggling.

“That means one of the triplets has to be too small,” I said softly.

Being werewolves, Mina and Tina heard me and they burst out laughing. Wow. I was actually getting along with them for five minutes.

“That was a good one, Charity, surprising,” said Tina, looking at me like she was now seeing me for the first time.

“Yeah,” said Mina giving me the same strange appraising look. “You know, if you had the money, imagine how cute you could look.”

I fidgeted uncomfortably, suddenly hyperaware of the patches in my clothes. Mina and Tina strutted off and I hurriedly opened my locker and got out my Math book. Mr Johnson who coached football and taught Math looked like he should be an Alpha too. He was huge and really attractive for a teacher. He was married though to his mate, the Art teacher, Mrs Johnson. He handed out our graded tests while Tina and Mina made flirty faces at him. Those flirty faces were not doing them any good. I noticed they got an F and an F minus respectively. I did not know F minus existed before today. He smiled at me and winked. My heart skipped a beat. “A plus as usual Math champ,” he boomed. Mr Johnson was one of the few people in my life who was nice to me.

“Mina and Tina, see me after class,” Mr Johnson said.

After class, Ashton Peters, a tall buff redhead who played football and was well-liked in the pack, pretended to knock into my desk.The stack of papers on my desk went flying all over the room. Mr Johnson spotted it.

“Stay and help her pick those up, Aston, my boy,” boomed Mr Johnson.

“Aww, coach, I’ll be late for football practice,” he whined.

“And we’ll be late for cheerleading practice,” said Mina and Tina in unison, pouting.

“I’m the coach, Aston, go ahead and be late. I’ll explain to your cheerleading coach ok, girls,” said Mr Johnson.

Ashton grumbled. He glared at me as if this were my fault. He started picking up papers at werewolf speed which cause the ones I was picking up to fly around due to the displaced wind. I eavesdropped on the meeting with Mina and Tina.

“Mina, Tina, I’m giving you a homework assignment to make up those grades. If you don’t ace it there won’t be any cheerleading,” he said.

The girls gasped. He handed them a stack of papers each and told them they could work on it together and that he set the questions himself so they would not find the answers online. I snatched up the last few papers from the floor and took the stack Ashton was handing me without looking at me.

“Thanks,” I said softly to him.

He glanced down at me, surprised by my thanks. He looked a little guilty all of a sudden. Mr Johnson left the room, leaving Mina and Tina looking dejected. Ashton grabbed the hair tie from my hair just like Calix had this morning. My curls came tumbling down again. I shrieked. I was so fed up. Ashton laughed and ran away to football practice. There went my last hair tie and my birthday was tomorrow.

“Aren’t you going to cheerleading?” I asked the girls, actually feeling sorry for them as they had been sort of nice earlier.

“No,” said Mina.

“What’s the use. We’ll never ace this homework so we’ll fail the class and be banned from the squad anyway,” explained Tina.

I walked up to them and looked at the homework assignment. I snorted. I could get 100% in this in my sleep. I was suddenly struck by an idea.

“Remember how you girls said I had…potential,” I said, looking at them.

They shrugged.

“I’ll do the assignment and you copy it over in your handwritings and ace it ok,” I offered.

The girls squealed. They jumped up hugging each other and me.

“Wait!” Said Mina, raising her eyebrows.

“What’s the catch?” Asked Tina, narrowing her eyes.

“I’m turning eighteen tomorrow too,” I said.

They gasped.

“You have the same birthday as the triplets?” Mina asked.

“Wait that means everyone ignores your birthday like every single year,” said Tina.

It was my turn to shrug.

“And they will this year too but I at least wanna feel…special. I’m gonna shift for the first time at midnight and who knows…I might see my mate at the big party…not that I care…” I rambled.

“You wanna look hot! Is that it?” Mina said smirking.

“Yeah you want us to make you over?” Tina asked, smiling.

I nodded.
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02/12/2022

Like any other spring day in the Colorado countryside, the sun was shining bright and the sky was the clearest blue as if the ocean were transplanted from its slumber and placed in a new home and blanketed with just the right amount of clouds to act as its covering.

There was a slight breeze in the air which, every so often, would kiss my face causing my dark black hair to dance in its touch. I would close my silver-blue eyes with its tender kiss as it left me wanting more of its tender caress and with the sense of belonging.

Sitting there staring out across the large green meadow perfectly landscaped with its many rows of different colored flowers perfectly set on both sides of a tan swirled copper stoned pathway leading towards a veranda to the left of the house, and nothing but an open field on the right reaching out for a covered vegetable garden, which seems to have been taken very good care of as if someone has poured their love into. The garden had a large variety of different types of fruits and vegetables resting in their perfectly manicured spaces.

I was sitting on a porch attached to the back of the house with a shaded covering over a beautifully handcrafted iron bench that looks like it was made in the 1800s while the table and chairs, which matched to perfection, was gracefully placed just right for sitting and communing. I sat there dreaming as if asleep about when, or better yet if, I would find love and be mated, even if it was not with my true mate.

Still unmated at 19; I have given up hope that it was a possibility for me because I had found my mate when I turned 17, but he was in love with another. When he found out I was to be his mate, his girlfriend of four years became so jealous she told him to reject me or she would leave him forever.

Now, I know that was a harsh ultimatum for anyone to give another person, but she did… and so. He did. In his rejection I felt as if my heart had broken into a thousand pieces all while my last breath felt as it had left my body, when I heard those words; I, Mark Mathers, reject you, Timber James as my mate.

Being rejected from your mate is like dying a plethora of deaths at once and then doing it over and over again. Your head throbs from the rush of thoughts that flood it, your chest pulses, and pounds like you have been impaled by a million knives all at once. All the while your breath had been stolen from you during an exhale not allowing for a return.

The bond in which you feel becomes broken and a thousand deaths become the new reality. Even if it is only actually felt for a short while you feel its eternal mark. The death leaves a whole in your heart to the point where an emptiness takes over the dwelling where your heart used to be, leaving you feeling like a black hole has inserted itself in its place. Never. To. Leave.

Being unmated at my age is not common and has caused my last home to become unbearable to live in from the taunting and segregated abuse from the pack. My previous Alpha, Alpha Marcus, thought it was best for me to join the nearby pack in hopes to start anew. Alpha Marcus had not met his own Luna until he was much older, and he said he related with my pain for the missing part of myself.

Alpha Marcus had made a deal with the neighboring pack for me to live there in exchange for peace, since there had been rumors of wolves crossing over into the others land without permission causing trouble.

This peace would allow for our protection and assistance from them if, or should I say when rogues come through. They also agreed to release some of the prisoners who were caught; to their respective pack for dealing with. I was nervous about going because the neighboring pack was the strongest pack in Colorado, and they do not take kindly to outsiders.

Now it was not uncommon for packs to trade pack members for such and other things, but me? Why me. I was a nobody, not of royal blood, not a daughter of an Alpha or even a Beta, but they agreed to trade me? A nobody… less than a nobody… an orphan Alpha Marcus found. I was lucky to even be considered an omega at that.

It was said I was found by the river as a rather small child, not old enough for my first shift, barely even able to crawl let alone walk or run or defend myself. When he and his men found me, they wanted to kill me thinking I was a human child who wondered or was abandoned into their territory, but the packs Luna said no and gave me to a she-wolf whose mate died in battle before she bore him a child.

As I sat on the bench in the back of the pack house daydreaming, waiting for the Alpha of the Graves pack to give me my place in the pack, a loud noise, or should I say commotion came from the other side of the house. Well, it was more like an angry furious growl. I am not unaccustomed to growls, but this one was earth shaking with its fierceness.

I’ve never heard such authority and power coming from anyone before. Not even Alpha Marcus. I had actually thought we were having an earthquake the way everything started shaking and sputtering about. My heart skipped a beat while I gasped for air, not realizing I held my breath for a short moment.

I heard a man growl, “I don’t have time to see about the likes of her! Just put her to work with the others! Everyone works in this pack, She’s no exception. I don’t care who she is.” “Yes, Alpha Jonathan” I heard, whom I assumed was the pack Beta said in return.

The packs Beta was Andrew. He was six foot four, really built well with abs to go on for a mile or more, with amber eyes and shoulder length brown hair with the bangs pulled back into a ponytail. He had a roughness about his features as his face was covered with a neat stubble across his chiseled jawline.

He seemed well enough, but I could tell he was all business and did exactly as he was told. To the T. Without reservations to the point that makes me think one time he didn’t and felt Alpha Jonathon’s wrath because of it.

Betas are the right hand of the Alpha. They are not only the second in command, but they are also one of the Alpha’s generals and typically they are best friends because they depend on the other with their lives. This is going to be an interesting start to a new life for sure. Goddess… help me, I sighed.
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