La Prisionera Virgen del Mafioso Italiano

Reena's POV

Thirsty and hungry, are the words I repeat every day. I have only known pain and anguish. The loneliness gets even more intense as the days pass by. I suffer in silence and cry out but nobody listens to me. They all seem to hate me. 

There are days when I've felt like taking away my life and leaving this harsh world, but I resisted the urge to do it. The only thing that kept me going was my plan to escape the pack one day and go far away, to a place where I would never be found. There I will start a new life and know peace. Every day, I hoped a helper would come. Days felt like months, and months felt like years. The torture felt so long that I was astonished at the fact that I still had life in me.

I was taken to the pack house where I served the Alpha and tended to his sons who were my agemates. They treated me in a more demeaning manner than the rest of the pack. I was always beaten and bruised, even for the slightest error.

I developed a pale-looking body because of the harsh treatment I got from the rest of the pack. I had blonde hair, was average in height, and light in complexion. I had no idea if I was physically attractive because such words were already strange to me. I couldn't think of such things because I was always too busy struggling to survive every day. 

I have never been treated with kindness, I worked as a slave every day. Seeing the people I use to love, treat me with so much hatred broke my heart the most. Although I was bullied and abused by almost everyone in the pack, but was not this bad. At least I had some immunity covering me back then compared to now. My life started falling apart a year ago when I came back from my normal pack business to the greatest shock of my life.

It was a Friday evening, the evening of my eighteenth birthday, I was coming home after a stressful day at the business center with thoughts of my boyfriend, Derek, filling in my head. I was thinking about how the night would go. The night that he will officially become my mate because I know he is mine. 

As an Omega and flat-out outcast in the pack, everyone else looks at me like I'm a plague. Always whispering and sneering at me whenever I'm around. It was all because I was dating the hottest guy in the pack, so you can just imagine the hateful looks I get. He gave me a purpose to live.

Another rumor about how I bewitched Derek because there is no way he can be voluntarily dating an ugly piece of trash like me, got spread around in the pack. It's funny how they think that I actually bewitched the most attractive guy in the pack and he was also a friend to one of the Alpha's sons, making him more popular and easily noticed. 

How he managed to notice me was still a mystery because he is way older than me and I'm not in any way in his class of girls but I was also grateful that the moon goddess gave me someone who doesn't mind who I was and cared for me, unlike the rest of the pack. 

Members of the Greenwood pack are usually tight-knit, but not to those they consider outsiders like me. Till today, I still can't understand why the Lukas family adopted me since they never seem to acknowledge my presence.

l open the front door to our home and step inside, eager to just get inside, and cook for my adoptive parent and their annoying daughter who is always on my nerves. I didn't want any of her troubles, the only thing on my mind was to prepare for the night with him.

As I walked in, something didn't seem right to me. Even with my lessened Omega senses, I'm still able to understand the unsettling shift in the atmosphere.

I head up to my bedroom, taking slow steps as a precaution. Could my stepsister be back by this time?

Sounds came from inside my room, and the closer I got to it, the better I was able to make out what the sounds were.

I heard a distinctly feminine voice--my stepsister's-reach my ears. "Ah, yes. Right there!"

"Yes. Yes. Yes!"

What the hell? Is she doing it in my bedroom?  Countless questions crossed my mind but I had no answers to them.

I walked away from the door, more out of disgust than my innate hatred for trouble. I turned on my heel, ready to leave when someone spoke causing my body to stiffen.

"But this can't be!" I muttered to myself.

"Oh, Derek, you're so good. I've never had it this good with anyone." She cried out.

No Please, no. It can't be him. Maybe someone else with his name.

I don't want to admit it to myself, but the person relentlessly having sex with my stepsister was none other than my Derek.

At that point, I couldn't stop the tears from flowing, no matter how hard I tried.

How could he do this to me? After years of promising to love one another for eternity. Why would he do this to me? All l ever did was love him.

And why would it be my stepsister of all people? And on my bed. If it were a random slut, it'd still hurt as hell, but hearing him pound into the girl that made most of my life here a living hell made it so much worse.

I clenched my fists and stepped back to the door. They didn't even bother to close it properly.

I needed to see for myself. The anger and sadness welling up in my chest had deleted all rational thoughts from my head. I wrinkled my nose in displeasure. The smell of sweat, lust, and other bodily fluids that I don't want to mention permeates the air.

A moment passed between us as she and Derek came down from their high. In one swift moment, she ripped herself off him and grabbed a cloth from the floor to cover her cup-shaped breast, although it does little to hide them. I can't help but look at the clear-white liquid running down between her legs as she stood.

"Babe, what's wrong?" Derek asked her, then turned around until he saw me.

He looked down at himself, then pulled up the sheet to cover his lower half.

"Spying on me now? Do you think you will get accepted into this house and you'll have all the good things to yourself? Stop dreaming, nasty gold digger," She growled, pushed me to the wall, and left the room.

Leaving just Derek and me. Even with the number of tears that must be running down my face, he still looked at me with nothing in them.

Is this the calm, gentle guy I fell in love with?

Seconds passed between us. Then minutes. Finally, he spoke. His expression melted into guilt as he slowly came down from the bed and onto his knees.

"Reena, my love. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to"

Before the words were out of his mouth, I gave him a resounding slap, "No. This is it, Derek. I can't go on, not after what I just saw. I can't believe I have been imagining how my night with you would be. I'm so stupid to think that you are different." 

"Baby, I never meant for this to happen. Let's put this behind us" he begged."

I turned around on my heel to leave even though that was my room. Still, the place has been forever tainted by the act that just took place in it.

"This happened because of you, and you know it. You are a weak omega and very slow at everything. How was I supposed to resist your sister?" he spits out.

I stopped with one leg out the door and looked at him but lacked the words to reply to him. 

My eyes burn from too much crying, but it doesn't stop more tears from escaping. I simply shook my head and continued my exit.

Days later, it was all over the pack that I was so weak a wolf that I couldn't please a man. Because I'm the odd one in the pack, the blame was all on me sparing Derek and my stepsister. She connived with my foster parents to take me to the pack house to serve as their slave. Only god knows what she fed them as the reason.