I Am The Choosen Luna

Iris blocked the sunlight that dazzled her eyes as she spread out the blanket hanging out to dry in the dormitory yard. Like her other friends of the same age, she looked happy today as she turned 18.

It was the rule that all Omegas in Pack Douglas, once they turned 18, would soon be able to move into the Pack's main house. That was why Iris had never missed a single training from cooking, cleaning, and sex education because she hoped to qualify for a better life there.

Iris had prepared her belongings in case her name was called by the dormitory keeper today. She couldn't wait to meet one of the three Alpha brothers who would continue to lead Pack Douglas, Alpha Atlas.

Why Iris want to meet him more than any other Alphas? Because she was curious, while the others wanted Alpha Silas and Alpha Gael, no one wanted Alpha Atlas because he was blind. It made Iris feel sorry for him and without her being able to prevent it, it made her have a bond that no one could explain. Sometimes she even dreamed of Alpha Atlas coming into her dreams just to look at her and call her name.

But as if not allowed to be happy any longer, suddenly several guards from the pack's main house arrived and dragged them away including Iris.

"Who are you folks? Why and where are you taking me?" asked Iris in confusion. She also rebelled but then got a hard slap.

The guards continued to drag her and the others into the ‘first screening building’, as the higher-ups called it. And there were already many Omegas sitting on their knees.

Iris was pushed to the floor, joining all the other Omegas. Her injured arm was sore from being jostled around, there wasn't enough room to move freely.

With a confused face, Iris looked around, trying to read the situation. It turned out that apart from the Omegas and guards, she also found the dormitory keeper and a few strangers. How did she know? From the clothes they were wearing and the distinctive scent she could smell from each werewolf.

A woman whom Iris did not know, came on stage and stood behind the podium. "You must be wondering why you were brought here, right? You should know that I am Maria, the host of the selection to go to the Pack's main house."

Everyone immediately whispered about the woman. Except for Iris, she was curious as to why the woman had come now when there had been no official announcement from the dormitory keeper about when they would be doing the selection and not even any names had been chosen.

"Don't be afraid, before you are sent to the prison to prepare for the selection, you must first be marked that you are worthy. Please note that not all Omegas will be marked. Those who do not get the mark will be eliminated. So please guards, sort them from dormitory 1 to 12 properly as this will take a long time."

Iris wondered to herself why they had to go to prison? And now Iris' attention was focused on a large barrel that was placed not far from the stage. Inside the drum were burning embers.

“Everyone pay close attention, if you obey then this will go quickly,” said the chief guard of the main pack house. "Those from dormitory 1, line up on the left and so on. No need to talk just do as you're told. Do you understand?"

Iris gasped as the man's voice was so loud that it buzzed in her ears. Inevitably she had to go to the seventh column because she was from Dormitory 7 although on the way she had to jostle again, making the wound on her arm worse.

It took a few minutes for things to settle down. Then after that, the chief guard dipped 12 iron sticks with the numbers 1 to 12 stamped on them, indicating the dormitory number.

That's when Iris got a bad feeling. She knew it wasn't a good thing because it wasn't like the dormitory keeper's story she'd heard about the selection.

"Those from dormitory 1 go forward, form one line back like you're lining up to get a meal," the chief guard ordered.

Those who are slow or late to respond will be forcibly pulled and beaten. Not only that, those who refused to be tattooed with the hot iron would be immediately expelled from this place.

It made Iris agitated, she wanted to help them but she also couldn't do anything because all her friends were holding her back from standing up before it was her turn.

“We have to do something so they won't take it out on us,” Iris said with emphasis.

"We're just Omegas, Iris. We should be grateful they didn't kill us. We can't expect to be treated special," said Noura, her room-mate.

Iris clenched her fists, not accepting her friend's thoughts. "We're living beings just like them. If there was no such grouping, we'd be just like them."

"No Iris, we are different from them. We don't have powers like them. We only have body scent and a lowly ability to take care of the housework."

Iris really disagreed with Noura's statement. She hated people who just gave in and wanted to be humiliated. So she brushed off her hand and hugged herself instead. "They are not a God and I am not a slave. I don't want to be treated like a dairy animal waiting for its turn to enter the shop."

It was the dormitory 7 residents' turn to line up which made Iris very uncomfortable because of the guards' seductive gazes at her. Not only that, one of the guards even almost touched her butt which luckily Iris brushed off instantly although she received another slap afterwards.

"How dare you refuse me!"

"I'm not a statue that you can touch at will, I'm a living, honorable guard," Iris replied boldly.

Although Iris was the one in trouble, everyone was paying attention to the commotion. It made Maria intervene directly to see the situation.

"What's going on?" she asked the guard.

"This Omega resisted when I guided her and she hit my hand--"

"That's a lie," Iris interrupted. “He wanted to grab my butt.”

Maria stifled her laughter and then pulled Iris to the front row. Iris could not rebel as Maria gripped her injured arm. "Finish this one first."

"I don't want to be marked!" Iris tried to rebel. But it was in vain as it only made her body hurt more as she was held by several guards at once.

In the end, the hot iron landed on her back shoulder. She had to endure the pain by biting her lip until it bled.

As if the suffering wasn't enough, Iris was taken straight to another row filled with the most beautiful Omegas from the entire dormitory combined.

After throwing Iris, Maria patted her hands as if she had been holding something dirty. “If it weren't for your beautiful face, your tempting body, and your attractive scent, then I honestly let you be eliminated,” she said.

Iris was still semi-conscious when she and the others were forced to stand up and walk towards the bus under heavy guard. She staggered as her energy was drained from resisting.

"They will take us to the prison. I don't know what and where it is, but you have to control yourself, don't resist, just do what they want and your path to the Pack's main house will be smooth." Someone whispered in Iris' ear.