THE RUTHLESS ALPHA IS MY MATE

Lyra

Half of the day in Alpha Damien's chamber, I always wished I could just murder him and be free of this stupid life that had been bestowed upon me. But here I was wishing the situations were different, Alpha Damien was really dead and I am being accused of his murder.

The werewolves were divided into 3 packs, with each pack being led by a different Alpha. And under each pack, the lowest of us called the omegas are almost like the slave of the pack. Each one of us is raised in a house that is no different from a poultry, with each of us picked off one by one by whoever chose us. Unfortunately I was chosen by Alpha Damien; the cruelest of them all. 

We were mated to our Alphas, without being given the choice to find our respective mates. I'm pretty sure everyone believed the Alphas were doing them a good thing because nobody would love to be bound to an omega for the rest of their lives.

I kept running as fast as my bared bloodied feet could carry me, there was nowhere to go except the so-called place I once called home. I ran in and shut the door behind me, peeping through the knob. Celeste, the head of omegas, was speaking to the wolf enforcers who chased me from the Alpha's chamber.

She pointed to the room I locked myself in. “She's in there.”

“Bloody bitch,” I cursed, thinking of what to do next. Everything was cut short immediately I heard the heavy banging on the door. They were trying to break it down. The window was too small to fit my small body, and more so it was so high.

The wooden door standing as a barrier between us went down and the first thing I did was to kneel, raising my hands up high.

“I didn't do it, I swear. I swear with everything I have, I swear to the moon goddess,” I rushed my words.

One of the enforcers came forwards and hit my head with the hilt of his sword. “Keep quiet. You have committed an abomination and Blackshade will make sure to see the end of you. Take her to the palace; Beta Thorin and the Alpha's daughter requests for her presence.”

Ignoring the pain burning in the side of my head, I aimed for running but that wasn't a good choice in any way. I struggled with them and tried to break free from them. But who was I kidding? Aside from being strong, they were faster. They were wolves who had been able to shift and hunt down rogues all their lives and lived to protect the palace, unlike me, who had only been a thing for pleasure for that bastard Alpha.

“Next time you try it, I'll make sure to cut your head off before we get to the palace,” Jagger—the head of the wolf enforcers—spoke in my face, making me shiver in fear. 

There was no iota of joke in what he said. His scarred up face added to the intensity of how he talked. Everyone feared him, he was one of the best defenses we had in the Blackshade pack.

“Get her to the palace. I'll be behind you, making sure you don't do any stupid thing,” he directed his last words to me. At that point, I allowed myself to be dragged away. I was a rebel, but not when my life was on the line. 

The corner of my eye caught my best friend, Mia. She was my partner in crime, weeping for me. She was given to one of the gammas in the pack, her life was pretty much better than mine.

I was dropped roughly on the cold hard tiled floor of the palace. The first thing my eyes came in contact with was the lifeless body of Alpha Damien. Fury ran through my body as I remembered every single time he defiled me and treated me more than a slave. I cursed out unconsciously.

“May the moon goddess reject your damn soul, you cold bastard,” I said, spitting on him.

The first kick that went across my mouth spurted blood on the clean tiled floor of the palace. Next, I didn't know where the punches came from but it was all over.

“Let her be,” a different yet very stern voice said. Every warrior assumed their former position with their blades squarely locked up beside them, leaving me messed up with my blood on their floor. I wiped my bloodied face and knelt upright. Regardless of the fact that I was an omega, I would fight till my last breath.

The owner of the stern voice squatted in front of me, brushing my cherry red hair backwards.

“Killing my father was one thing and then saying that the moon goddess should reject his soul is another thing. Two grievous crimes in one,” Eliza said, smiling mischievously.

Regardless of what I said, it was believed that I killed Alpha Damien. I insisted on my innocence because it was true.

I looked up to her. That was another crime, I knew but I still decided to be rebellious even at the point of death.

“I didn't kill Alpha Damien,” I said. As soon as I finished with my words, a sharp punch lodged itself at the side of my cheek.

“You don't address the lady of the house that way, you cower when you are talked to,” Jagger said.

“That's enough Jagger, she will confess in due time,” she said, walking away.

All this while, Beta Thorin was present but he didn't say a damn word. I despised him too, especially when he tried getting intimate with me and I hurt him where the sun didn't shine before running away. I expected nothing less from him too, he would do whatever to make sure I was killed.

“Lock her up in the pack square, she will face the court trial tomorrow,” he said.

Unconsciously, my palm started to sweat and the hairs on my body stood up. Now was the time for fear to register itself in my body. The court trial was the least thing I thought would happen to me. The 3 werewolves pack would come to determine my fate. As rumors carried it, if Alpha Damien was who I know to be the cruelest, then the other Alphas were demons straight from hell.