"You know what,I wish I died,I wish I never met you..I wish you were never..",I choked out a sob ".. My mate..you are the worst thing that happened to me, Alpha Alex,you are nothing but a monster..I despise you",I spat out with venom and I didn't regret it. He flinched,regret and pain storming through those golden eyes but it was too late..I couldn't forgive him,I didn't think I ever could. " Betty..",he reached out,his hands in the air and I thought he was going to hit me and unwillingly I shivered back by instinct but he wasn't. His eyes holding nothing more than hurt and regret . " I'm sorry.." well it's too late. Omegas are hated in my park,"Moon shadow". We are treated with disgust with no rights to be called living creatures. We are slaves,all because the Alpha hates and despises omegas and set laws that takes away the rights of omegas. He is said to be heartless,cruel,powerful and blood thirsty. She met him,he saw her. She's everything that he despises but he can't seem to let her go. In annoyance to his growing unexplained feelings. He breaks,tortures,threatens and torments her. He might just be her worst nightmare or something even more...but she hates him and he loves her with his sins against her..mate or not. Read and find out more about their awful love story,groomed with pain and heartache..can she forgive him,love him and move on or will she drag him down to hell with her...who knows..let's find out together. If you are tired of similar cringe werewolf novels,then please enjoy. Abuse,sexual and swearing is present. So read at your own risk.
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By Writer Savanna BEING SOLD My name is Beatrice,I know it's very original but I'd prefer you call me Betty. So I'll start from the beginning before I met him before he ruined me..well I hope you enjoy my story,please remember to comment,vote and like,thank you😉 ….The Beginning... I was born an omega ,so was my little brother. My father,I can still remember a drunken man,who would smack and curse at me for being born leaving me wounded and bleeding and at times back then,multiple times,I had considered death but I couldn't leave my little brother ‘Jasper’ behind to deal with this hell alone. You see in my pack,’Darkmoon park’,omegas weren't exactly what you would say appreciated. We were treated worse than dogs and I can say that's very low being that I'm a werewolf though I haven't gotten into the shifting part , I'm 17 years old and should hopefully shift and be able to find my mate at 18 years old. So back to what I was saying in my Park, omegas weren't liked. My park is the strongest park in America,but the problem is the alpha hates and despises omegas. He even made new rules against omegas,basically stripping them of their rights,no one exactly knows why, maybe it involves his mother,after all she was an omega but that's none of my business.I wasn't interested in one thing about the alpha or getting involved with him. He was dangerous and blood thirsty,it would even be best I never meet him,all I needed to do was survive the everyday struggle with Jasper and maybe one day..we could escape and I could find my mate, he would love and protect me,the thought gave me hope ,every time I was getting beaten for no damn reason and left for death...it gave me hope. As struggling as my everyday life was,my mother died out of one sickness or the other,her wolf had given up on her. I didn't blame her actually,she had always tried to live longer to protect us with her petite fragile body. I knew she tried her best to be a mother even with an abusive mate,so I didn't hate her..I was just afraid. I stared into space as Jasper laid close to her death bed with tears. What would become of us,I wondered as I held him close,trying to calm him down..trying to give myself confidence that everything would be okay..at least I hoped so. I remember it had been a week after my mother's death. Omegas weren't allowed to hold Park funerals,so we did all we could.We dug through the dirt and buried her in,placing a wanky wooden cross,which Jasper tackfully made over her burial site. I hugged him as we stood there for a while just watching and looking down at where her corpse laid . "Rest in peace, mother" I thought, walking away with Jasper.. Two days later,my father came home with two shady looking werewolves. The first sight of them didn't seem good and rang warning signs all over my head,especially when my father called me by my name,he normally called me hey,you,shit,bitch,abomination,etc and so on and I was used to it but when he called me, "Beatrice !!" I felt my heart had stopped beating ,I was scared..no actually terrified,what did they want,especially with me. I hurriedly walked closer to them,afraid I would get a slap for walking too slow. "..Yes..father” I muttered.. My father glanced at me with a twisted smile. "What did I tell you.." he said,with a chuckle to the two other men,who nodded smiling eagerly at me,I felt their eyes everywhere,like they were inspecting a product..a commodity.. "..Father..."bI muttered, scared and uneasy,my fear reaching new heights. “So we have agreed on the price,I also have another one,it's male..but an omega..still" my father said,as his eyes sparkled with wick greed..what were they talking about price..omega.. another omega..male..were they talking about Jasper..oh goddess I was terrified..I needed to run,get Jasper and run,something did not feel right and everything in my being warned me to run. I turned around ready to sprint into action,when I felt a cold hand on my shoulder,the hair on my back instantly stood up with goosebumps all over. "And where do you think you're going..?" father asked,his voice cold and poisonous. "I..I..want to get..Jasper" I stammered,praying to the moon goddess ,he would buy it and let me go,I felt myself trembling and sweating buckets as he stared at me. "..Hurry up then.." he said, shoving me harshly forward,I said a silent thank you to the moon goddess,still feeling their eyes on my back. "Jas.. Jasper..'' I muttered, in a whisper,looking cautiously around as I gently tried shaking him awake. He yawled lazily,rubbing his eyes to see better. "Betty.." he muttered, sleepily. "Jasper,wake up..we have to go,NOW!!" I semi-like yelled. "Go?,Where?" he asked, confused but we didn't have time to explain. "Hurry up,get up.."I pulled him up,making the 12 year old boy stand on his feet. " I'll explain everything to you later,I promise" I said, kneeling down to his level before hurriedly getting up.I grabbed a few things or anything I could get my hands on,we could need. "Beatrice!!,what's taking so long?!",my father yelled angrily from outside. “I'm coming father" I shouted back,I felt my heart banging on my rib cage,almost like I was close to getting a heart attack. I glanced at the only way we could climb out of and escape,a small window. "Jasper..hurry up,climb out I'll be right behind you,don't be scared,okay?" I told him, while helping him get on the window railing. "..Okay" he stuttered back,how I wish he didn't have to go through this. I could hear footsteps making their way inside,heading towards us. I prayed again to the moon goddess,Jasper was still climbing down, almost landing on the outside.I couldn't join him because the rusty railing could only handle one person at a time.The footsteps were now getting louder,closer and so did my heart beat. Jasper was finally on the outside making it to the ground floor.I threw down the sack bag which had been wrapped around my waist,containing what we needed. "This damn little bitch,Beatrice!!" my father yelled much closer,I was just about climbing out through the railing when I felt a hand in my brown hair,pulling tightly and dragging it. "Argh..ar..father stop" I moaned out, in pain begging and pleading, my scalp was on fire and I was petrified. "Betty!!" I heard Jasper scream out for me,but that was before I blacked out because the next thing I knew I was being thrown across the room like a rag doll and lost consciousness...well escape plan failed.BETTY'S POV — Dream Of The Moon Days passed. Betty hadn’t seen Alex since he caught her trying to escape again. He hadn’t returned to threaten her or gloat. He simply vanished, as if her very existence no longer required his attention. And maybe that was worse. Lisa came to check on her, soft-voiced and uncertain, but Betty never responded. She kept her gaze on the window. On the sky beyond the walls. When Lisa left, Betty would sit in silence, tracing old scars on her wrist or folding and unfolding the crumpled scrap of parchment she’d kept hidden beneath her bed. A torn piece of a map. A half-baked plan. A dream she still refused to bury. Jasper. She thought of his face that day — the day she was dragged away. No words were said. No goodbye. He had only watched her go, eyes wide and empty. He hadn’t cried. She didn’t know what her plan had been exactly — she just knew she had to get back to him. To Omega Land. To convince them all to run. They might have bee
ALEX'S POV “She’s not your mother.” The words echo long after Kelvin retreats into silence, leaving Alex alone in the vast, candlelit office of his. His jaw tightens. He had scoffed at the comparison. Laughed it off. But now? He can’t stop thinking about it. The eyes. The silence. The broken fire behind them. It isn’t the same, he tells himself—but the more he tries to believe it, the more it claws at him. She isn’t like his mother. She’s worse. She’s defiant. She’s plotting. He turns sharply, footsteps ringing against the cold stone as he strides through the corridor, anger rising like a storm behind his eyes. He can’t breathe in this doubt. He needs control—over her, over himself. He rounds the corner and halts. Her scent. It’s stronger. Wrong. It smells of forest. And bloodroot. And distance. His eyes narrow. He throws open her door with a force that nearly rips it from its hinges. There she is—standing by the edge of her bed, startled, fr
BETTY’S POV She didn’t like walking this close to the edge of the training grounds. Too many eyes. Too many smirks. Too many reminders that she didn’t belong here. The she-wolves nearby barely hid their whispers. Their giggles curled like smoke around her ears, but Betty kept her gaze forward. She gripped the strap of her satchel tightly and walked like she wasn’t hurting, like she hadn’t just heard one of them call her "the broken pet." She was used to the stares. She was used to being treated like air—or dirt. But nothing could prepare her for the cold presence that crept up her spine. She stopped. Her eyes lifted instinctively, drawn like a magnet. There he was. Alex Crude. Watching her from the far side of the field, half-hidden beneath the shade of a tall pine. Alone. Arms crossed. Expression unreadable. Her breath caught. He made no move to approach. He just stared, as if she were something under glass, a specimen he couldn’t quite figure out. She hated
* BETTY'S MEMORIES* The house always smelled like smoke, rotting wood, and cheap liquor. Not the kind that warmed you from the inside, but the kind that soured a man's blood and twisted his soul. Betty remembered that scent more vividly than she remembered her mother's lullabies. It was the scent of her childhood. Their house wasn’t a home. It was a broken thing — four damp walls stitched together by mould and silence. It stood on the far edge of the pack’s land, tucked away behind the chicken coops and drying lines where no Alpha ever bothered to look. In winter, the wind slipped through the cracks in the wood like a thief, stealing warmth, stealing hope. There were nights it felt colder inside than out, and Jasper would curl into her side, shivering, as if her ribs could offer what the world refused: comfort. Their father was always out — gambling, drinking, spilling stories in smoke-filled dens about the Luna he could’ve had, the warrior he would’ve been, if not for the curse
BETTY'S POV The moon spilled silver light across the floorboards, soft and silent. Betty sat by the window, knees drawn to her chest, her fingers still caked with earth. She hadn’t washed them. Not yet. A breeze drifted in through the cracked window, carrying the scent of pine and dusk and the faint iron tang of blood — imagined or real, she couldn't tell anymore. The room was dim. Not dark. Not light. Just… tired. Like her. She stared at the patch of ground outside where the trees swayed gently. Somewhere out there, beneath the soil, lay the small creature she’d buried with her own hands. A quiet mercy for a soul that hadn’t asked for the pain it received. Just like her. Her throat tightened. The burial hadn’t been for the animal. It had been for something inside her. Something that had been dying slowly — gasping, crying, waiting for someone to come. No one ever did. Until she came for herself. A tear slipped down her cheek. Just one. She wiped it away
Chapter Title: No One CameBETTY'S POV The wind carried a strange silence that day. Betty walked without resistance. She didn’t know where Lisa was taking her. She didn’t ask. Her legs moved out of habit, but her mind remained numb. Like a hole had opened inside her, and she couldn’t tell whether she was falling into it or already at the bottom. They passed through one of the less-used paths behind the packhouse. Overgrown. Cracked earth. Forgotten. Just like her. Lisa was speaking softly behind her — words Betty couldn’t hear. Or didn’t care to. Then… a sound. Faint. Shaky. A cry. Betty paused. Head tilted. Her eyes scanned the shadows near a leaning fence overrun by wild vines. There it was. A small creature. A cat? A dog? It didn’t matter. It was trembling, whimpering, its body broken and bloodied. One eye swollen shut. Flies already circling its wound. It couldn’t move. Could barely breathe. Lisa stepped forward. “Oh no… oh goddess, what happened to it?”
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