7: Dahlia the Luna

Daisy

So my twin sister is the Luna of the pack now. If we were close, I would be overjoyed for her. If he wasn't my mate... if he didn't reject me for her... if she didn't hate my guts... if my life wasn't getting worse... I'd be so happy for her.

Instead, I'm getting bullied so much more because I'm just a disgrace. I'm also dealing with the worst feelings and pains ever.

That night he left me after threatening me, I felt everything that was going on. The pain I felt was terrible and I didn't know what it was. Naomi explained to me later that it was because Tristian was mating with another.

'Even if the rejection broke the bond, I didn't reject Silas and he didn't reject me so part of it is still there.' Naomi explained. 'It will fade with time but for now, it will hurt. I'm so sorry, Daisy.'

Her presence seems weaker now but I'm happy I didn't lose my wolf because of the rejection. She told me not to try and shift yet because it wasn't time. When will it be time then?

Back to Dahlia: she is a decent leader and everyone loves her. I will give her that. However, no one has any respect for us Omegas. We do a lot for the pack but no one ever sees it. They'd all live in filth if it wasn't for us. They'd all probably starve too even if cooking the kills isn't always necessary.

"Hey, bitch!" I hear Dahlia call out. I'm cleaning the kitchen right now so I look up from the sink. "There you are..." she walks up to me, her mate from Tristian on display. It's like she's showing it off on purpose, but I know he would never tell her that we were mates.

"Yes, Luna?" I set the plate I was washing down and turn to face her. The next moment I'm dazed and on the floor. The side of my face aches and feels wet. I touch it carefully and see my fingers dyed red. What just happened?

Dahlia has her hand up and even she looks stunned. She must have slapped me and since I'm on the floor it was a hard one. Maybe I hit my head? I don't know but my ears are ringing.

"... Oh please. I didn't hit you that hard." Dahlia rolls her eyes. "How can someone be that weak? Stop acting and stand up!" She stomps her foot and I'm reminded of a four-year-old Dahlia.

"I apologize... Luna..." I pull myself up and feel dizzy. I hold the sink for support and close my eyes. She shuffles on her feet and mutters to herself but I don't hear her.

"What the hell is wrong with you...?" Her voice sounds closer and I open my eyes. She's right next to me and I almost see a look of concern. I silently laugh at the thought because I know she hates my guts.

"I'm ok, Luna. I just skipped dinner and breakfast this morning." I say. When was the last time I ate? Every time they sleep together, I end up in agony and throwing up because of how gross it feels.

Dahlia clicks her tongue and shakes her head. "You cook the meals yet you don't sneak a bite?" She sighs. "Wash up and get better. You'll be serving Gamma Grayson in the future so you'll need to learn."

I freeze. No... not Grayson. If I start to serve him, he'll be able to do whatever he wants and I know what he wants. He used to desire Dahlia, but since he couldn't have her, he targeted me. Twins we may be but I'm nothing like Dahlia. Nothing about me is desirable! I'm just a skinny and sun-sensitive freak!

I suddenly grab her arm. "Please... no," I whisper and tremble. "Please don't, Dahlia... please." I close my eyes tightly. Anything but that. I know he has dirty desires for me for whatever reason. I can't be alone with him like that.

"What do you think you're doing?!" Dahlia grabs my hand and tries to get it off but I hold on for dear life. I have to make her understand.

"Please, Dahlia... I know you hate me... but please! Not Grayson! He'll force himself on me the second he gets a chance! He already does!" I sound desperate and hate myself for it. "Please, Dahlia! I'm your sister! Please don't..."

Her blue eyes darken at my words. "Unhand me, you filthy Omega trash!" Dahlia snaps and shoves me away. Her voice is high-pitched and enraged. The back of my head hits the counter and I drop like a rock.

My vision turns white and I lay there unmoving. I hear a muffled voice but I can't register who it is. Then I feel rushed footsteps leave my side and I realize I'm alone now.

I wonder if Dahlia cares enough to get me help. I close my eyes and scoff. I faintly hear a voice calling for me in my head but I can't hear them as my world turns black.