Luna Charlotte

                                                                       Luna Charlotte

Charlotte…

"Your worthless piece of sh*t!" He screamed at me as he kicked me as soon as I fell. I didn't winch, I didn't flinch, and I showed nothing as he kept on kicking me. If I did make one sound, I know he would find more pleasure in it; they always do, and for some sick, twisted reason, they liked it when I begged for them to stop.  I lay there, waiting for the impact. I didn't dare to move. I just closed my eyes, trying to think about anything else but what he was doing to me, even though I wanted to scream out in pain, knowing I had a broken rib or two as he continued to abuse me. "Your worthless piece of Omega!" He screamed at me again. He stopped to look at my face for a while and squinted his eyes at me for a while, probably trying to see if he had killed me yet but sadly, he hadn't.

He realized he wasn't going to get a reaction out of me. He spat on my face and wiped the sweat dripping from his forehead. "Your no fun today," he smirked, giving me one last punch in the stomach that would make anyone scream but I just bit the inside of my cheeks until I tasted blood.

It worked again I thought if I kept the pain inside and did not make one sound, they would leave me alone. Yes, the beatings still hurt like shit but at least they stop after realizing I don't make a sound. They don't like it when I don't scream or beg.

After he left, I just lay there, staring at the ceiling. Why does this have to happen to me?

Because you're an Omega. My subconscious reminded me.

Thanks for reminding me, I roll my eyes.

I hated that word. Why do I have to be an Omega? Why do we have to receive this kind of treatment? We are human beings, just like them! We also have feelings.

Omegas are always tortured by the higher ranks, like the Alphas, Betas, and everyone else who thinks they are better than us, especially in a school with popular girls. Gosh, I hated school. The popular kids would always find me and make fun of me in the hallway and the other students would just stand there laughing at my misery during lunch. I would have always found a way to avoid the other students by going outside and hiding under a tree, knowing no one would find me there. That was the only place I felt safe when I was at school. I had no friends because, come on, who would want to be friends with someone like me?

Over the years, I have learned to accept the fact that no one wants to be friends with me.

I was twenty years old and wolfless. I always thought that by the time I reached eighteen, my wolf would appear, but it never happened. Wolfe's get their mates at the age of eighteen and by that time you have already shifted.

On my eighteenth birthday, I waited patiently for my wolf to appear but sadly, it didn't happen. I gave up by the time I was nineteen and considered myself cursed.

The pack members said it was because of what my family did to the pack. I was a little girl when my parents disappeared without a trace. People always tell me that my parents didn't want someone like me and that one day they left without saying goodbye. I didn't believe them. Parents are supposed to love and care for their children. I know mine wouldn't leave me; they were loving parents, as I remember.

As I grew up, I searched for them everywhere. Days, months, and years went by without a trace of them; it's like they had never existed to begin with. The pack members said that I should stop searching for betrayers like them but how could I? They are still my parents. And I still don't know what they mean by betrayers. I don't remember much and every time I ask someone about them, they get aggressive again.

Do I hate them for leaving me behind?

I guess not; maybe they had a good reason for leaving me. How can I hate them when the memories I have of them are good ones?

I remember that the bullying and beating started two months after I became parentless. It started in kindergarten one day at school. I was only six years old when Paige the Queen Bee and her group of friends pushed me around on the playground, calling me names. I broke my arm when Paige's friend held me down and jumped on my arm. I remember crying out in pain and begging someone to help me but even the teachers didn't do a thing since they were all from our pack.

That day I went to our Luna and Alpha to tell them about what happened but sadly, they didn't do much, probably because I was too distant to be an omega. They started abusing me with the pack members, making my hope for someone to save me slimmer.

Do you know how it feels to have everyone hate you when you can do absolutely nothing about it? I always wished that I would find my mate who would take me away from this hell but sadly, that didn't happen as well I'm not giving up hope that someday I will find my mate and he will love me unconditionally.

I walked to the door and made sure the coast is clear I don't want to receive another beating, yet I know that they always lurking around, like they are waiting for me. I slowly but carefully walked outside as I watched the full moon shining brightly from the black sky.

I looked at the moon and gave it a weak smile, "I guess you saw what he did to me today, huh?" I asked bitterly, shaking my head.

I started walking into the woods to my little house, which was further away from any of the other pack members' houses. They say I can't live anywhere near them, as I'm too filthy and weak to be anywhere near them. As I walked, I wondered what I did to the moon Goddess to be treated like this. Does she hate me this much for not giving me a wolf? I guess I don't hate her for not giving me one but I'm still a bit upset that she hasn't given me one and let this thing happen to me.

I was about fifteen years old when the Alpha ordered me to move out of the pack house, He said he didn't care where I lived as long as it was far away from their houses That day, I stumbled upon this worn-out cabin. I tried fixing it the best I could; it might not be much but for me, it's home.

I was limping as I walked; my leg and sides hurt like hell; it wasn't healing as quickly as those who have wolves, but I know by tomorrow morning all traces of today's abuse will be gone if only the scars on the inside could be healed by tomorrow, but it won't.

A sigh escaped my lips as I finally reached my small cabin. It wasn't much but I was happy as long as I was in here; no one would hurt me because they never bothered to come here, too afraid to catch a disease, I guess. I open the door and go straight to bed.

I was hungry but I didn't have anything to eat and since I'm not allowed to eat anything from the main house, I guess I will have to sleep my hunger away. The main cook would sometimes bring me food if there was any left after everyone has eaten but I guess tonight there aren't any leftovers. I don't have money to buy food I'm not allowed to work outside the pack That was one of the Alpha's rules when I finished school. They probably think if I can't eat, I would starve to death, but little did they know that I thought myself to hunt for food.

I could hunt like I always do but after today's beating, I can't. I'm mentally and physically drained and since I don't have a wolf, I won't be fast enough to catch fish or deer. I can't even cry for the pain and suffering this pack has caused me over the years.

You must be wondering why I don't just leave this place.

I did think about it a few times, but I can't, One reason is, for example, what if my parents do come back and I'm not here? If I leave, I become a rogue, and do you know what packs do to rogues crossing their borders? Well, let's just say the beatings I receive now are nothing compared to the ones I will get some packs don't like rogues around their borders and won't hesitate to kill them.

I got up to get a glass of water just to fill my hungry stomach, hoping that it would be enough. I open the window in my bedroom and watch the moon. It's shining brightly, like the moon Goddess is talking to me.

"You must have bumped your head real hard, Char!" I told myself, then went back to bed.

I like the cold breeze that's coming from the open window. I close my eyes and wonder if this awful life of mine will ever end. Where are my parents? Are they safe? Do they think of me as I think of them?

I try to think how they will look now after all these years but all I see are their faces The last time I saw them, I felt a teardrop rolling down my cheeks and wiping it away.

"Don't get emotional now, Char," I scold myself.

"No amount of tears will bring your parents back!"

I don't know how long I cried after giving up the fight with myself before drifting off to sleep.

Dream...

I hear someone at the window and when I open my eyes, I see my whole room lit up with a shiny, bright light.

I sat up straight and looked at the figure standing there, near the window.

A beautiful woman with long blonde hair that almost looks gold. Her long white dress was glowing just like the rest of her. She was smiling at me with red lips as she made movements with her hands and before I knew it, I'd been surrounded by water and hundreds of water lilies, and the moon's light was shining on the water. I looked at the women again, afraid to talk.

"It's almost over, Charlotte," the woman says as she walks closer to me.

"Who are you?" I asked confusedly, keeping my eyes on her.

She chuckles lightly. "It doesn't matter who I am, dear child; what matters is who you are destined to be. Just hold on a while longer. You are strong, my girl."

What does she mean by that? I already know what I'm supposed to be: an Omega.

"I already know what I'm distant to be," I told her with my eyebrows knitted together, feeling irritated.

What does she mean by that? I look at her again, only to see her smiling at me.

"Who are you?" I asked again.

"It doesn't matter," she said sadly. "I want you to know that you are strong. Don't give up and stay strong. You have come so far to give up."

I wanted to get up and ask her what she meant by that but just as I'm about to stand up, she disappears.

I open my eyes and look around my room. "There's no one, Charlotte; it was only a dream."

I shake my head and lay back down again.

I couldn't sleep after that dream.

What was that dream about?

Was it a warning?

Was it good news that awaited me?

I kept thinking about this, wondering if it was real. It felt real but I'm not sure. I closed my eyes with a huff, trying to sleep again but I kept thinking about the woman I saw.