A gift

    RAYELL’S POV

The sky was aglow with a radiant sunrise, like a warm golden blanket draping over the earth.

The morning ray shone upon my face through my slightly opened window and I skellied my eyes open with difficulty.

My head was banging and buzzing at the same time and I was pretty sure that my cheek would have swollen by now.

If it was a normal she-wolf, she would have healed by now but my case was different.

My physique was very frail and weak and whenever I get a wound, it would not heal on time like other wolves. So they find it interesting to inflict pain on me.

It must also be the reason why I was looked down upon by the other she-wolves since I was young.

Others, like Linda and the maids.

They felt that I was inferior and there was nothing that I could do to change that fact, because I knew that they were right.

My parents had tried to limit the ridicules and jests but when my Mom died, Dad stopped bothering about it and the ridicules increased and it became worse.

I stared at my reflection in the broken mirror and my ghastly face met my eyes, my lips were pale and broken and my face was a mixture of white and red.

I looked haggard in every way possible.

Stretching, I got up from my bed and looked around in a daze.

Linda had locked me inside and I was not sure when she would open it.

I was still thinking when I heard a knock from my door.

"Rayyel?" Dad's voice sounded and I was surprised.

Dad?

What was he doing here?

Could it be that he was here to get me out?

I quickly adjusted my dress and tried to arrange my hair, I could not help but want to leave a good impression on him.

Even.....when I knew that he does not care.

This was the first time in years that he would be coming to my room and I hoped he would get me out of here.

Filled with expectation, I hurriedly replied, trying to make my voice calmer.

"Yes Dad, I'm inside." But my voice still came out slightly shrill and I scolded myself internally.

And with a 'click' sound, the door was opened and then came in my Dad.

I hurriedly stood up and greeted in courtesy. 

"Good morning Dad."

He was dressed in a black coloured suit that was neat and without scrunches and his pants was well ironed, coupled with his pair of black shiny shoes.

His appearance made my already dirty and dilapidated room appear even worse.

His outfit made me look down at myself and I lowered my head in shame.

My short gown looked tattered and it had tiny holes in them, the blue colour had already faded due to over washing.

It hung limply from my shoulders, bearing attestation to the passage of time and a quiet sigh escaped my lips.

Being the only Omega in the pack, I should have been able to enjoy wealths and riches that came with it, but instead I was being maltreated and nobody felt it was wrong.

Being an exception, I should have been made a unique existence but that was just what I thought, it made me a cursed and damnable being instead.

Was it my fault that I was born an Omega?

It made me wonder.

Was I that worthless?

But more so, I still looked forward to the reason for his sudden visit.

He nodded at my greeting and looked around my room with furrowed brows while pursing his lips.

He must be displeased at my living condition, it made me happy that he still had a soft spot for me, even if it was small.

It was enough.

"Get dressed, you are following me to a place." He declared and turned his back to leave. 

My head whipped to his face in surprise.

It was even a miracle that my neck did not break due to the subitaneous movement.

Where was he taking me?

He had never allowed me to leave this house since Mom died and I wondered what changed his mind.

Could it be that he was ready to take me away from that ill-mannered mate of his?

It would be great if that was the case.

"But....but..where are we going?" I questioned weakly in fear of making him angry.

He stopped in his steps and turned to look at me.

"To my work place." He replied and left my room.

His work place?

Really?

That was fantastic.

I would be able to breath in fresh air and be free from Linda's torture. 

In a rush, I took my shower and dried my body.

After I was done with that, I was soon thrown into a dilemma. 

What should I wear?

All my clothes were either overly washed or filled with holes.

None was good enough to wear out.

I paced up and down in worry and then someone suddenly opened the door without knocking and i raised my head instantly to take a look.

It was a maid.

Her name was Lily and she was one of Linda's underlings, she was holding a short blue gown and her face was filled with anger.

She threw the gown at me and turned to leave, not bothering to talk to me as if it was beneath her status.

Dad must have instructed her to get me the gown and she was angry because she was unwilling to serve me

I quickly grabbed the dress and entered my bathroom to dress up because anybody might enter, and they would not bother to knock just like Lily just did.

After dressing, i did my hair into a rough bun and applied a balm on my lips to moisturize it and give it a healthy pink look.

I also rubbed the balm on my face since I do not have a body cream, I mistakenly saw the balm on my way to the kitchen some days ago and I took it.

It never occurred to me that I would need it so soon.

"Rayyel?" Dad's deep and impatient voice sounded from the door and I quickly stopped what I was doing and went out. 

He peered at me from head to toe and nodded in satisfaction.

His rare acknowledgement filled me with bliss and my lips curled upward.

He walked forward and I followed closely behind him.

His footsteps was fast so I was literally running behind him.

He only stopped when we got to the pack and he entered his black car, whose name I got to know from the maids to be, Rolls-Royce Dawn.

They had mentioned that it was very expensive. 

Are we taking the Car to his work place?

Am I allowed to enter?

"What are you standing there for?" Dad rebuked loudly and I hurriedly ran into the front seat.

I should have been happy at his unusual kindness but it made me feel uneasy instead.

Dad had never been this kind to me in years and it was weird when he suddenly changed.

Have I missed something?

The Car drove off with a 'vroom' and I watched the scenery outside in awe.

The fast passage of the trees and the clamors of werewolves amazed me.

It was a new and pleasant feeling to me.

The air was refreshing and even tasted sweet, not like the suffocating one in my room.

Thirty minutes later, the Car stopped and Dad undid his seat belt while I also did the same.

We both got down and my mouth went agape in amazement at the large house.

No.

It was a huge Mansion instead.

Why was a work place this big?

A long drive way down to the entrance and a fountain decorated beautifully with lights in front of the entrance.

The door was huge and it has the aesthetic valor of an old ancient palace.

"What are you doing?" Dad scolded in reproach and I quickly gathered myself and followed him as he entered.

On opening the door, there were art works hanging by the wall, the hall was large and long and it was decorated in an extremely gorgeous manner.

All in all, it was exquisite and breathtaking.

When we entered the Mansion, we met a middle-aged man instructing some girls dressed as the maids in our house, when the man saw my Dad, he smiled and walked over.

"Hahaha, Henry, you are here."

My Dad's face broke into a rare smile in reply.

Uncle Gerald stared at me and then at Dad,

"My daughter." He said calmly and uncle Gerald nodded.

"Where is the Lord?" Dad asked in doubt.

The Lord?

Who was that?

"He is in the garden." Uncle Gerald replied and my Dad nodded.

"I have something to discuss with him, so I will excuse myself." Dad told Uncle Gerald and signalled to me.

I quickly bowed to Uncle Gerald and followed after Dad.

We soon got to the Garden and I marvelled at the rare sight of nature.

Then, my sight landed on the back of a man in a wheelchair, his shoulders were broad and it gave me the impression that he was a soldier but Dad's next word shocked me.

"Alpha Phoenix." he bowed in respect.

What?

Alpha?

But... why was he on a wheelchair?

Bowing in an hurry, I raised my head a little bit just as soon as the Alpha turned to us and I gasped.

He was strikingly handsome and his jawlines were perfectly drawn.

His hair, smooth and silk and his eyes dark as an abyss.

The kind that would take your breath away, the same way it did to me.

His lips were plump and pursed into thin lines and it gave me wild thoughts.

"There is no need for the formalities, Henry." His deep voice sounded and dragged me back to the reality.

"Yes My Lord."

"And...who is she?" The Alpha asked while turning to me and I quickly lowered my head in fear.

"My daughter, Lord. She was the one that I was talking to you about, she is a good cook and also a good wife material, you would not have any complain about her." Dad said and it got me confused.

What wife material?

What was he talking about?