Chapter 1

   

A recurring dream could make you wonder if it's real. I have to disappoint you as I share my recurring nightmare where I wake up every night to my reality, wishing I was in a different place. I experience daily disappointment as my wish never becomes a reality, exhausted from constantly feeling sorry for myself. I start my day by getting up and getting ready. Luna Stella dislikes me because mate, Alpha Monte, is obsessed with me.

Whenever we're together, Alpha always looks at me with a seductive gaze, as if he desires to undress me and be intimate right there. He disgusts me, Although he's good-looking, he's old enough to be my dad. Luna has a different perspective on it, Viewing me as a threat, she proceeds to alienate all the female individuals from me. She has no idea that several of those she-wolves have already lured her mate. Due to my Alpha senses I could smell him on them. I make my way to the far corner and gather clothes, a toothbrush, toothpaste, and a washcloth. I release the bars, proceed down the hallway, and enter what I perceive to be the door. There was just a toilet and a sink in the half bathroom. I retrieved a small square of bar soap from the bottom cabin connected to the sink. The guards informed me that I would receive just one bar of soap per month, meaning I had to make it last. To get ready, I brush my teeth and cleanse my body with cold water and soap. I got dressed and put my hair up in a bun.  My attire consisted of my usual sports bra, black panties, and a worn-down dress from the last pack. All I've known since my time as a slave is being mistreated - beaten, locked up, drenched in water - but the harshest blow is being rejected twice by my mates. I've endured enslavement for nearly four years. I'm always on the move, never staying in one place for too long. It doesn't make a difference where I go because they're all identical, and I'm below the lowest rank possible, which is as bad as it gets. The omegas consider themselves superior to me. People are unaware that I have alpha blood and a bit of training. I concealed my true self until the right moment, which is not yet near.

   Once I finished preparing myself, I exited the bathroom, returned to my cell, and set aside my dirty clothes to wash them later after completing my chores. Luna believes using the washing machine will contaminate everyone else's clothes, so I have to wash them by hand at the river with cold water. I close my cell door, heading out of the dungeon; when I reach outside, the morning breeze hits me. I feel so relieved; I enjoy moments like this because I do not feel the pain of not being wanted, and I don’t have to keep reliving the day my father sold me. That worthless bastard. I’m heading towards the pack house, which is not too far; the dungeon is behind the pack house. It’s easy for me to get in. I opened the back door and walked inside. After closing the door, I took a few steps and saw a closet door on my right. I opened it and retrieved my apron from a big black bucket filled with bleach, a scrub brush, gloves, and rags. After retrieving it, I closed the door and proceeded to fill the bucket with warm water in the kitchen. I shut off the water, set the bucket down, and add bleach and soap.

Just as I was getting ready to exit the kitchen, I heard footsteps. Rayna led the way as the three omegas showed up.  Nadine is 5'4 with pale skin, copper red hair, and light green eyes. Raven is 5'8 with a dark complexion, dark brown hair, and brown eyes. Since I joined this pack, these three have made my life a living hell as my top bullies. Many days, they would punch me on my side, kick me, and even pull my hair. Their pleasure comes from tormenting me.

Rayna sarcastically points out, "Oh, look who's here, the slave mutt."

Nadine declared, "Yes, and she smells awful."

I reply, "Pardon me, I have to get through. I have tasks that require my attention”

 Rayna strung her hair back, placed her hands on her hips; she looked me up and down before she replies, “You disgust me, you worthless bitch, you have some nerve to be flirting with the Alpha, and upsetting our Luna. I am brave enough to end you at this very moment.

Raven shouts, "Rayna, go kick her ass!"

“Raven, there's no need to do it at this moment. I'll make sure everyone in the pack is present and able to enjoy themselves. There are actual responsibilities that require our attention” I started heading out of the kitchen. Blocking my path, Raven stood in front of me, preventing me from leaving.

“Rayna's generosity won't influence my decision to not cut you any slack. If it were my call, the Alpha would have already expelled you. "You're just a worthless mutt, occupying space," she said, knocking the bucket from my hand, causing all my water to spill onto the ground. Raven walks over to the bucket, moves towards the counter, grabs a rag, and places it on the floor. "Now kneel down and clean this up like a good dog. Walking away, she and Nadine chuckles, commenting on my  only talent is being on my knees.

I handled their behavior in the same way I usually do. I tidy it up and carry on with my day, denying them the gratification. It drives them crazy, yet they can't seem to provoke or weaken me. I view it as people acting like spoiled children. I wasted no time and got to cleaning. Equipped with a broom and dustpan, I painstakingly cleaned the floors, starting from the entrance. After completing the task, I grabbed the mop from the closet and began mopping the floors. Dusting was what I did repeatedly in the living room, dining room, and entertainment room. The task I had to do next was to clean the stairs, and Luna Stella specifically told me to scrub them on my knees with a brush, which I dreaded. Allow me to tell you, it's roughly twenty steps away. I can feel the pain in my knees intensify with every step, a consequence of being on them for an extended duration. There are times when I wish my legs would give out and I could be free from this.

Upon reaching the top of the stairs, I heard approaching footsteps, and, to my surprise, Milo and a girl appeared in front of me. Milo's face shows disgust when he looks at me. Standing at approximately 6'2, Milo is an 18-year-old with fair skin, short blond hair, and light blue eyes. He possesses a muscular physique and holds the titles of Alpha and Luna's son, destined to become the future Alpha. Milo was my second mate til he rejected me. His reputation will suffer if anyone finds out we are mates, which is why he threatened me. I'm not sure what "man card" status means, though. His rejection turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me. I showed no signs of crying or feeling hurt after he spoke those words. It's clear to me now that he's nothing more than a womanizer, following the rejection.

Milo rudely commands, "Clear the way, you useless mutt, you're obstructing me."

By nodding, I moved to the side. I looked back and saw that Milo had a hold of my arm.

“I am thoroughly disgusted by you, you worthless slave. I don't understand why my dad is still keeping you around? I've never seen such a pathetic human being like you before.

“Milo, if you're finished with your insults, kindly step aside”

Milo states, "To you, that is Alpha."

"You haven't become the Alpha yet."

I made another attempt to leave, but Milo reappeared before I could take a few steps. Just as his wolf instincts were about to emerge. 

“Milo, ignore this worthless woman; she doesn't deserve your attention. The girl, in a foolish manner, said while touching his shoulder.

  Milo calmed down immediately, he took another look at me; then he says, “Just do your fucking job, slave” He walked off, with the she-wolve dragging behind. I glance at the she-wolf and shake my head in disbelief. If only she knew, Milo only sees their encounter as a casual fling. Milo sleeps with a different girl every night. The single she-wolves in this pack chase after him because he will soon be the Alpha. Milo fully exploits the opportunity and is determined to sleep with every female in the pack. The women in this pack will go to great lengths to become Luna, and it's a pity. Instead of waiting for their partners, they prefer to be with someone like Milo, who shows no concern for their emotions. The only thing he cares about is getting in bed with someone. It's a sad reality, but that's the truth.