The Alpha's Unwanted Mate

Today is my 18th birthday, but I've spent it cleaning and serving others. My arms are sore from serving pack members for three days straight. There is a big ceremony at the packhouse because the Alpha's son, Kian, is taking over as Alpha tomorrow. Kian completed his Alpha training, and everyone decided to start celebrating early.

So, little ol' me was their servant, with only one omega to help me.

I was treated like trash, a servant, because my Alpha father, Josiah Adalwolf, was the packs's biggest enemy years ago, and when he launched his last attack on this pack, many died. In retaliation, the Alpha of this pack attacked my father's pack and killed all high-ranking members, leaving my pack to suffer and dissolve. Some members joined other packs or turned rogue. The Alpha council didn't care at all, saying all my pack members were corrupt.

I was found in the rubble of my house. I was only ten years old, and they brought me here to be a servant, as a way to atone for my father's sins. My parents died, but there are whispers that they lived and escaped, but most alphas said they saw him die.

I cry whenever I think about them. I love them dearly, and we were happy, but Dad grew greedy and wanted more territory, so he started attacking other packs to get it. That's my story. I was once a princess in my pack, now I'm a hated servant.

I glance at the clock and realize I should go back to bed. I want to squeeze in some sleep while everyone's drunk and not paying attention, but I'm starving, so I head to the kitchen for some food. I'm only allowed one meal a day, even though the Lake Moon pack is the wealthiest pack, but they hate me so much that they wouldn't even let me eat three meals.

I quickly make myself a butter sandwich and start to eat, but stop when I hear a familiar voice.

"Oh, Trisha, did you see Kian? He's so handsome. I couldn't stop blushing." I know that annoying voice. It belongs to Lang, one of my top bullies.

"I know, I'm still hot from when he winked at me after he arrived," the Gamma's daughter, Trisha, purrs. I hide behind the kitchen island, hoping they won't notice me. The cousins bully me more than the others.

Kian and Trisha used to date in high school, but he ended it after he left for advanced alpha training. She was heartbroken and hated him, but in his presence, she seemed to have forgotten all about it.

I feel someone yanking me up by my hair, and I groan in pain. Trisha smirks. "I thought I sensed insignificance in here," she sneers, glaring at me. Trisha is blonde and tan, always wears shimmery pink lipstick, and Lang is the opposite. Both gorgeous. I try to walk past them, but Lang yanks me back, and I hit my back against the island, making me wince.

"What are you doing here? You should be serving, not eating, you fatty," Lang hisses, throwing my sandwich to the floor. I'm not fat; in fact, I'm leaner than she is.

"I was just leaving," I grit out quietly, glaring at the two girls. Trisha slaps me suddenly,

"How dare you glare at me, Nara!" I keep my hands in a fist, holding myself from punching her plastic face because only I will be punished if I retaliate, and sleeping on the disgusting dungeon floors was not on my plan today.

"Get out, I don't want to see you," Lang orders. Her order doesn't faze me or make my wolf flinch. She's a gamma in rank, while I'm Alpha by blood, but these bitches seemed to lose their memories on that particular information.

I'm about to leave when Karl walks in, and I freeze. The dude is a perv. He grabs my breast and ass whenever he feels like it, and when I kick him in the balls, like I did last week, he throws me in the dungeons, hits me, and starve me for five days until he releases me, not because his heart softens, but because work around the packhouse is slow, so I was needed to do it.

"Hi, sweet Nara," he smirks, his eyes dipping to my breasts. I back away, keeping my eyes on me, but I bump into Lang, and she pushes me into his arms, laughing.

"Watch where you're going, sweet Nara, you might make me think that you want me," he says close to my ear, and a shiver goes down my spine. I'd never want such a guy; he gives me the hibby gibbies.

"Don't touch me," I growl, but he wraps his long arms around my body, squeezing me. I'm growling and screaming for him to let me go. I feel his shaft against my stomach, pressing hard. "That's how you make me feel every day, damn, Nara, why do you have to be a hot, and a murderer's daughter?"

"The Mad Alpha's daughter. I hope she doesn't go crazy and attack all of us like her wrenched father," Trisha laughs. Everyone called my father the mad Alpha and constantly taunted me about it.

I break free of Karl's grip and kick him where the sun doesn't shine. He doubles over, and I turn to punch Trisha in her face. She gasps, and they all attack me. They are kicking me while I'm lying in a fetal position, covering my head from their blows.

"What the fuck are you doing?" A deep voice roars, and they all halt. Trisha's voice trembles as she answers, and she goes to the source of the voice.

"Kian, Kian, I was attacked by that Nara, look, I'm bleeding," her voice switching to crying. "I didn't do anything to her. The bitch is crazy like her mad father,"

I try to get up, gripping the island for support, but I stumble. I thought I'd fall when strong arms catch me, and a tingling erupts all over my skin. I lift my gaze, and my breath gets caught in my chest. I have found my mate, and his name is Kian Karson. The new Alpha of the Lake moon pack and my antagonist. My hell.

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Alphas: The dominant and strongest leaders of a werewolf pack, known for their lethal capabilities.

Luna: The female leader of the pack, who is the Alpha's partner and serves as the heart of the pack.

Beta: The second-in-command to the Alpha, serving as a rational advisor.

Alpha Council: An assembly of rule-makers and elders who ensure that all packs adhere to regulations for the benefit of the werewolf community.

Pack: A group of werewolves living in a community and bound to an Alpha. They are strong and have structure. Each member has a role to play.

Rogue Wolves: These are rebels who do not belong to any pack. They are often despised because they primarily rely on instinctive animal behavior, which can lead to disruptive behavior, rule-breaking, and unpredictability.

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