The Scentless Luna's Alpha Prince

The burning pain started abruptly, and I nearly dropped my broom. I gasped and clutched my chest with my other hand, swallowing the pain as best as I could.

He's been doing this for months, moving from woman to woman. Alpha Jackson was having sex with someone else again today.

The pain seemed to increase as the moaning grew louder. I felt like I was drowning in my pain.

With great difficulty, I returned to my sweeping. The other girls were blushing and giggling among themselves, but I couldn't focus on that.

"I can't believe he's going on again," An Omega said.

"It's like he never gets tired," someone giggled.

"When will it be my turn?" another one sighed.

My wolf attempted to tear out of her cage at the back of my mind, but I forced her back. Someone noticed the yellow eyes and frowned at me but made no comment.

I turned 18 a few months ago, and the scent of Alpha Jack hit me like a brick. I'd almost fainted from the ecstasy. He completely ignored me, and I almost howled in sadness. He couldn't scent me.

He'd grabbed another woman and kissed her right in front of me. My wolf, Ava, had snarled with rage, and I shared it.

I closed my eyes and forced my wolf down. I had been suffering this for the past three months; I could continue doing it. I swallowed and continued sweeping.

The girls were still giggling among themselves, laughing over the females' moans and wishing it were themselves.

Ava was growling in my head.

"You should rip them all to shreds. Talking about wanting to fuck your mate like that," she growled.

"You know I can't do that; I barely have any power as it is. I'm an omega, the bottom."

She growled in answer, saying nothing else. I sighed and kept sweeping.

The head maid walked in and stood before the door, watching us and ensuring I did my work. I kept my head down and sweeping, trying to avoid her gaze.

I was the runt of the litter in this room, and any little thing could resort to abuse. The burning pain was still in my chest, but it was somewhat manageable.

"Incoming," Ava said in my head, and my head snapped up to see the head maid walking around the room, checking on our individual work.

I frantically looked around, scrutinizing my work.

"What's this?" My heart stopped, and I raised my head, mentally steeling myself for insults.

"I-I-I apologize, ma'am," another omega stammered. She wasn't speaking to me; some other omega would face her wrath today.

She tossed the bin of dirt over the table the girl was cleaning.

"Clean it again," she growled at her.

The omega nodded and returned to work without any argument, frantically wiping.

"Scentless, stop staring and get back to work," their snickers filled the room.

I bowed my head and went back to sweeping. A scent was one of the most essential things to wolves, and since I didn't have one, it allowed wolves to insult me. They'd been calling me scentless since high school.

The burning pain suddenly increased in intensity, and I used both my hands to clutch my chest in pain. I fell to the floor, gasping, and everyone in the room turned to look at me.

"Amanda! Stand up right now." I could barely hear her through the pain and the sound of Ava whimpering.

A hand suddenly hit my face, and I fell sideways, clutching my face in pain. The burning pain abruptly left, and I blinked at the head maid.

"What is wrong with you, you filthy scum? You were asked to clean, not lay on the floor like the worthless slut that you are."

I scrambled upright and bowed before her, hoping to appease her before it got worse.

"I apologise, ma'am. It won't happen again."

I tried to stand up and pick up my broom, but she gave me another slap that sent me to the floor.

Ava kept whimpering, huddled in a part of my mind in pain.

"Your one job in this pack is to clean because you are worthless. Everyone in this room might be an omega, but only you are truly worthless."

She turned to the room.

"A wolf with no scent? You go against the very nature of Werewolf itself." She spat on me, and omegas around the room snickered.

My eyes filled with tears, but I didn't let any drop out of fear that the abuse would continue. She picked up a bucket of mop water, and my heart fell, knowing what she was about to do.

She poured the entire contents of the bucket over my head, drenching me with dirty, rotten water. The smell assaulted my nose, and my tears threatened to fall.

Snickers filled the room and gradually grew to full-on laughter. The head maid spat on me and walked out of the room.

I picked myself up slowly and went to change. I could feel the stares and the quiet mocking laughs, but I did not mind it.

I slowly cleaned up the water and finished my sweeping. Ava was quiet, probably tired out from the burn of her mate fucking another woman.

I finished the chores and went to my pitiful excuse for a room.

"Ava?" I called out to my wolf, wanting to comfort her.

She let out a low whimper, and I frowned, testing her life force. It was feeble.

I sat down on the floor in despair, calling out to Ava and trying to get her some energy.

I was tired of the bullying and abuse in this pack. I was going to leave. I would leave and never return to this hell hole.

My mind went to Jackson, and I became sad about leaving him—the thought of leaving my mate. Ava whined, incredibly saddened at the thought of our mate.

My resolve strengthened. It was because of him that she was in this state. I would leave, but for Ava's sake, I would tell him goodbye secretly.