The Lycan King Rescued Luna

LIA

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"Lia!" My aunt yells. Her high-pitched voice was startling. I wake up abruptly from the cold storage ground that has my entire body aching. My mind is scattered and my head is throbbing badly. I have a migraine but I'll be damned if I say anything about it so I suck it up like the courageous girl I was. Who I was kidding anyways?

I darted my eyes to the little window inside to store room, only to see that the sun has already risen which indicates that it was morning already.

The birds outside were chirping loudly and quite beautifully. They sounded a lot happier than I ever would be unlike me who wakes up every day looking like a worthless piece of shit.

I force myself to stand up from the hard surface. My whole body is sore and the injuries that were inflicted on me by my uncle haven't healed completely yet. This is what happens when you're nothing but a cursed wolfless omega. If I had my wolf, I would've healed at a very fast rate but there's nothing I can do. This has always been my fate.

I winced the minute my fingers brushed an open wound on my thigh by accident. It stung so bad that I felt my eyes getting misty.

This isn't the first time I'll be going through this. This has always been the tragic story of my life.

How I ended up here, I have no idea. All I know is that my uncle, Alpha Lorenzo of the White Moon pack took me in after the death of my parents when I was only an infant.

And ever since then, I've been nothing but a glorified slave that tends to the needs of others in this house.

My aunt says I'm cursed and the rest of the pack calls me names. Some believe that my father's sin caused me to be wolfless so I don't have any friends who like me. I don't blame them though, I was pretty unfortunate to be birthed into this cruel and merciless world. Maybe things would've been different if I died at birth. I can't help but blame my parents for giving birth to me.

Why have me when you wouldn't stick around long enough to take care of me? and why would you die and leave me in the hands of your enemies to pay for your heinous crimes?

Forcing myself to stand up slowly, I try to get dressed when my aunt barges into the store room grinding her teeth whilst fuming in anger.

I don't understand what she wants from me, to be honest. As if my life wasn't bad enough, I still have her and her unfortunate daughters to deal with every day. Not to mention her son who is hell-bent on having his way with me at the slightest chance he got.

"Are you still sleeping wrench?" She yells even louder than the first time. "It's 6:30 and the girls are ready to go to school and breakfast hasn't been served yet!" She eyed me angrily as she spoke.

"I'm sorry I overslept. My head was aching badly." I tell her breathlessly. I can barely feel my legs and standing on them is wearing me out.

For how long will I endure it?

"And besides, I stayed up all night making cookies for Natalia and Natalie's bake sale" I explain to her even though I know that deep down, it won't make any difference. When she's like this, I consider her to be worse than Jezebel.

"Oh so now you're blaming my poor girls for your incompetence?" She mocked "Couldn't you have set up an alarm so you could wake up early and prepare breakfast? I think that you're starting to become very comfortable in this house slave" she sneered and I force myself to remain calm. I remind myself repeatedly that talking back only makes things worse.

Set up an alarm in the storage room. I am barely sleeping comfortably in here. I don't own any treasuries so how does she expect me to get an alarm? For some Luna, she could be daft when the opportunity presents itself.

I remained silent though. Arguing doesn't solve anything. It's better to remain calm In this situation till the argument passes. Just suck it in like you always do Lia.

"Do I need to remind you that you would've been..."

"Homeless" I reply, cutting her short. "I know that I would've been homeless if you didn't take me in. I know that perfectly well and I'm grateful for everything you have done for me" I say in the calmest voice I could muster.

She rolls her eyes lackadaisically at me.

"This should not happen again, Lia." She shoots me a serious look "Now get your cursed self into the kitchen to prepare something for my husband and kids before they leave for school."

I exhale loudly. My will to live suddenly faded away.

"Yes aunt" I mouthed a reply before she storms out of the room.

Taking a deep breath, I finish getting dressed before heading toward the kitchen.

Putting the bread in the toaster, I prepare hot coffee, and scrambled eggs and set the table for three.

They start eating as I clean the house and as soon as they are done, I clear the table and wash the dishes before I start preparing for school. By the time I finish getting ready, it's 9:00 am.

I make sure to tie my hair neatly and cover the scars and bruises on my body with a thick sweater and overalls. I do not want anyone to see them. It's already embarrassing for a grown-up girl of my caliber to have them in the first place.

I glance at the clock, I'm an hour late for the class already.

This is the fifth time this month that I have been late to class.

Rushing out of the house, I take a bus straight to college.

The minute I arrive, I tried to blend into the classes like I normally do.

Luckily for me, the professors don't pay any attention to me so it's easy to not get noticed.

Nothing is interesting about me or my life after all and I love it that way.

I managed to write down some notes to go through later.

All I need to do is graduate with a high grade and get a good job. If I'm successful in the future then I'll be able to leave my uncle's house and live in peace for the rest of my life.

The rest of the morning goes in a blur and soon enough, I am done for the afternoon.

Since I don't have any cash on me, I decide to walk back home.

If I'm not home before four then my uncle will unleash his anger on me and I'm not prepared to take it.

Sometimes I wonder what my life would be like if I wasn't cursed and could have a mate.

Natalie's mating ritual would take place in a week. She was able to find her mate without trying at all whereas I was born doomed from birth.

Good things never happen to people like me. It's a fact that I've come to terms with.

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