CHAPTER ONE

LYRA’S POV

The awful smell of blood hit me as I looked at my clothes and saw blood dripping from it.

I looked around as the world suddenly became slow and then saw bulging eyes gazing intensely at me and their lips moving but couldn't be heard by me.

They pointed their fingers and I looked at their lips trying to figure out what they were saying.

“Murderer!!!” one of them said as he pointed towards me.

I couldn’t understand what he meant by that as I looked on in confusion.

“Bloody killer.” another said.

Just as my eyes fell to the ground , I saw the lifeless body of my parents lying there.

My life flashed before my eyes as the air suddenly became thinner and my breath quickened.

I opened my mouth but empty words came out.

“Eat their bodies!!!! It’s all your fault, cursed child!!!” another yelled.

I dropped down on my knees as I stretched my hands and touched my Mother’s face.

It was as cold as ice as I suddenly felt goosebumps around my body.

Tears dropped down my face as I shaked her lifeless body on the floor vigorously and just as I stooped, she got up and looked at me dead cold in my eyes.

“It’s your fault…you will never find anyone to love you!!!”

“No!!! It’s not my fault!! No!!!” I screamed loudly as I suddenly felt water on my body and I jerked awake.

I looked around in confusion as my body dripped of water.

“Welcome back to the land of the living bitch…you have work to do.” Christina said.

Christina was the pack slut who had a thing with the Alpha and because of that, she felt like the whole pack revolved around her as she could do as she pleases.

As for me, when my parents died a few years ago and I had nowhere to go to, I was faced with the decision to either become a rogue or be a pack slave and I chose the latter.

From the moment I became a pack slave, life at the Diamond moon pack has been a living hell for me.

I was sent on errands everyday and every minute without rest and I wasn’t feeding properly.

Even at the age of 18, I was looking so frail and boneless and because of how malnourished I was, I haven’t had the opportunity to shift.

“Are you deaf bitch!!! I said you have work to do or should I go tell Crane that you are lagging off??” she asked with a smirk.

Crane is the Alpha of the pack I am currently a slave in and because Christiana services his bed, she feels she doesn’t have to accord him respect by adding Alpha to his name.

I didn’t want any trouble with Alpha Crane because he was heartless and so I got up faster than the speed of light from where I was napping.

“No…what do you want me to do??” I asked.

“First change out of those clothes…you look like a lifeless chicken.” she said as she looked at me from my head to toe.

“It’s all your fault bitch!! You drenched me with water.” I wanted to say to her but I kept mute.

“Yes.” I silently muttered.

She walked out and I looked for what to wear.

As I opened the tattered bag my clothes were in, I knew that searching was going to be futile because I had nothing to change to.

I only had three pairs of clothes, two of which were so badly destroyed that at a point I felt the clothes had started calling my name to let go of them....and the last pair wes the one I was currently putting on which just got drenched with water.

I sighed deeply as I looked around the store room where I slept.

As the pack servant, I wasn’t allowed to have a decent room except the store room which smelled like spoiled food and animal feces.

The walls were old and cracked and cobwebs were so embedded in the ceiling that one would assume that I was a distant relative of spiders.

The floors were coated with hard concrete and I slept on them like that because I had no bed and no cloth to spread on.

I had just one poorly constructed window that couldn’t even lock properly and when rain poured, there wasn’t any difference between standing outside the rain and the store room.

I closed the bag and went out like that as I was willing to accept the consequences of my action.

“I thought I asked you to change your clothes, you bitch!!??” Christina yelled.

“I have nothing else to wear…this is the only good pair of clothes I have.” I said.

She suddenly raised her hand and slapped me so hard on my face that it stung.

I placed my hand on my face as I rubbed it softly to reduce the pain I felt.

“What the hell is going on here??!!!” Alpha Crane asked as he walked in on Christina and I.

“Hey baby…she is…”

“Haven’t I told you to address me as your Alpha??!!” Alpha Crane said to Christina as he cut her short.

I chuckled softly in satisfaction as my head was still bowed.

“Sorry Alpha…I asked her to do something and she refused.” she said.

“What did you ask her to do??” 

This was the part where I was going to laugh because what she asked me to do was not worth getting slapped for.

“I…I…I..as…asked her to…d..deliver a message to you and she refused.” Christina said as she stuttered.

“That is not true Alpha.” I said.

“Did I ask you to speak!!!” he yelled at me.

“No Alpha…I am sorry.” I said as I bowed my head.

I bit my lips so hard that I was sure it drew blood as tears gathered in my eyes.

“The Alpha of the Tiger wood blood pack is on his way here….I want everything to be ready for his arrival and don’t you dare make any mistakes.” he said to me.

“Yes Alpha.” I said.

I was glad that he didn’t punish me for the lies Christina told against me.

I have heard stories about the Alpha of the Tiger wood blood pack and how ruthless he was and so I decided to avoid him as much as I could.

After about two hours of working, I was finally done and so I reported back to Alpha Crane and he dismissed me to rest for a while.

I walked to the wood nearby and sat down on a rock as tears rolled down my face while reminiscing about the death of my parents.

They were both killed by rogues and I was blamed and ounsted out of their pack for their deaths.

Suddenly I heard noises as I stood up in fear.

After looking around, I suddenly smelt something so alluring like pinewood mixed with raspberry.

A figure then walked out and as he stared at me, I gasped in fear as his eyes bore into mine.

“Mate.” he said.