1. Hurt

 Hurt.

A four letter word that meant pain. All my life, I had been hurt a lot. It was all because of a wrong misconception. Humans could be stupid, you know.

Scratch that, wolves could be so dumb.

“Celeste! You fucking bitch!! Get your ass down here now!” It’s my step mom’s voice. Ever since my father died, she had made life unbearable for me.

“Yes, mum!” I replied her and immediately opened my attic door, running out so swiftly.

“Oh, please. Don’t call me mum.” She gushed out, rolling her eyes swiftly.

“Why didn’t you do the laundry like I told you? You are so disrespectable like your lowly life mother.” She said, also referring to my mum. No one really mentioned anything about her. I was told she died while giving birth to me. But no one ever said anything about her. Ever since I was a child, dad raised me lovingly. But he too joined her five years ago.

“N-No, I did the laundry.” I defended, ignoring the fact that she mentioned my mum.

“Oh, so you mean I’m lying now?”

“A-Absolutely n-ot—”

“Come here and see for yourself!” she said, dragging my hands forcefully. It hurted but I endured that amount of hurt because I was used to pain. When we got to the laundry room, there were unfamiliar clothes that weren’t there when I did the laundry.

“I did the laundry. M-Maybe… Maybe someone put it there.” I gushed out truthfully. After this statement, she gave me a slap on my face which stung so badly.

“Never! Ever! Accuse my children of being insincere again.” she warned, even though I wasn’t at fault. It was definitely one of her children that put it there.

“Now, do the laundry again. You’ve got some nerves.” She said swiftly.

“Your punishment is that there would be no food for you today!” she spilled out.

“B-But, m-um… I—”

“Shut the fuck up, you home breaker!!” she cried out. After that, she walked out of the door.

I really hated my life.

Yeah, cause it stunk.

I mean, you won’t ever like to be me, would, you?

After I was done with the laundry re-do, I slowly wiped off the sweat from my forehead. Feeling a bit thirsty, I walked to the kitchen to get water. We were four in the house: My step mom, step siblings and me.

Just as I opened the fridge, a hand grasped the fridge. Frozen at my spot, I looked at whoever it was. It was Dave, my step brother.

“Back off!” he snarled, baring his fangs at me. I moved back immediately so as not to piss him off. He brought a juice out of the fridge and gulped the contents. Through the corner of his eyes, he watched me.

“Want some?” he surprisingly asked me. That made me suspect because he wasn’t always nice to me. But, since I couldn’t remember the last time, I had drunk juice, I nodded my head firmly at him.

Dave instantly brought the juice to my mouth and signaled for me to open up. I did as he asked only for him to pour the entire contents right from my long hair to my entire body. I stood at that spot like a drenched puppy looking for shelter.

I shivered from the effect of the cold drink on my pale body.

“Oh, so what did you think? Did you think I was actually going to give you that juice? That’s never going to happen. Now, back away!!” he yelled at me emotionlessly. I stepped to the side so he’d be able to pass without any obstructions.

They all hated me because they thought I was the cause of my father’s death. Everyone in the pack did because he was one of the respectable chiefs. I had tried to explain it to them but no one ever understood. They all called me a liar, cheat and murderer. This also made the Alpha to denounce me to an Omega.

Thus, I was mistreated.

Bullied.

Victimized.

However, after Dave’s harassment, I headed to my basement. On my way there, I came across the person with the worst personality in the house. She had one day hit a brick at my head, all because I didn’t polish her shoes the way she wanted it.

Beatrice, my step sister.

She was that loud person with a very bad attitude. Although, I considered her as my sister. But she didn’t consider me as her sister. She hated me even more than the rest in the pack.

“You, come here!” she exclaimed at me. I rushed to where she was standing. One of her hands were against her waist. She looked at me with authority and dominance.

“Y-es?” I answered her.

Beatrice went to a nearby sofa, sitting on it and placing her legs on the glass table.

“Massage my legs this instant.” She said. I immediately went down to her legs and did as she said. I tried to massage her legs in the best way I could. Only for her to insult me.

“Urrghh…let got of my legs, you fucking bitch. You can’t do anything right, can you? Leave my presence this instant!” Beatrice yelled, with her voice heightened.

I scurried out of there that instant. With my legs running, so fast, I ran outside to the pond.

On my way there, I got a lot of hateful glares. Everyone thought I killed my late father. And, no matter how much I tried to explain myself, no one listened. They still said it was my fault.

Then it hit me.

A strong scent which took all my senses. For once, my wolf Merida, who was always sad, jumped in excitement.

“Get mate!” Merida exclaimed. I narrowed my eyes, looking around me only to sight someone unexpected.

Beta Devin.

He was with the Queen bee of our pack, Tiffany and they were approaching me.

Tiffany was Beta Devin's girlfriend. In fact, they were the pack's favorite couple.

My heart seized from so much panic as they walked towards me.

Beta Devin left the Queen Bee at a distance. From there, he walked towards me with a scowl on his face.

“You can’t be my mate.” He seethed, giving me an irritated look.

“I, Beta Devin hereby reject you, Omega Celeste as my mate.” He said coldly. I felt my body die inside. My body temperature was really going high.

I looked directly ahead. He was awaiting my response, only then would the rejection be complete.

I decided to say something…

“I, Celeste hereby accept your rejection. Even though, you all misunderstand me, I forgive you for it.” I painfully breathed out. I saw him scoff at my words. He retreated to the Queen Bee of the pack.

I watched in horror as he sank his fangs into her neck, marking her. He marked her in front of me, his mate.

I felt a painful sting in my abdomen. My wolf began shedding hair off my skin. I yelled till my vision changed into red.

Unable to bear the pain, my wolf made me shift. She made me run into the woods as fast as I could.

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A/n This is just a new idea that suddenly sprung out of my head. I decided to put it in words and came up with this. What do you think?? Are you ready to dive in the world of magical creatures like werewolves and mermaids?

Oh, please do.