The Unwanted Pup’s Last Breath

For as long as I can remember, my Alpha dad and Omega mom fought every time they met.

This time, Dad unleashed his violent Alpha aura and sent Mom flying.

I tried to push myself up. The taste of blood filled my mouth.

Every inch I moved, my broken bones sliced my flesh like knives.

"Daddy..." I reached out a shaking hand. I wanted to touch his boot. "Please... don't be mad at Mommy..."

Before I could touch his boot, his Alpha aura hit me like a solid wall. I slammed into the stone. Fresh agony ripped through my broken legs.

Dad looked down at me with pure disgust.

"Not this again. You fake sick just like your mother. The pack doctor never finds anything wrong."

He turned to leave. Mom rushed up and grabbed him tight.

"Where are you going? Thorne, she is your blood! Do you not care if she dies?"

Dad shook her off. He growled in blind rage:

"What do you mean? You taught this pup nothing but cheap tricks. She's just like you. Disgusting!"

"Like me?" Mom crawled up. She let out a piercing laugh. "Didn't you lie to me first? I am your fated mate! You said you didn't care I was a rogue Omega. You said I'd be Luna. And now?"

"I wouldn't have had this pup if you didn't promise! Since you don't care, I won't either!"

Dad sneered and shook his head. "Why would I let a rogue be the pack Luna? I won't claim a mutt anyway. Be glad I still give you a place to live."

"But you said you loved me!" Mom screamed hysterically. "You held me every night and swore it!"

"That was just mating talk," his voice was ice. "Never trust bedroom whispers."

Mom froze. The light in her eyes died completely. The scent of Omega despair filled the air.

I dragged my broken legs toward Dad again. I left a bloody trail on the floor.

"Daddy... please take me to the pack house..." My voice was weak. "I will be good... just a little meat is enough... I promise I won't cry..."

Thorne looked at my pathetic state. A tiny flash of pity crossed his eyes.

He reached out for my hair. His hand stopped a few inches away.

Then he roughly patted my head. Like calming a stray dog.

"Not tonight. Rowan is having his first shift. I need to go soothe him."

His voice instantly turned gentle when he mentioned my brother.

Before I could speak, he walked away without looking back.

Mom sat in a daze for a long time. Then she broke down into a desperate howl.

Much later, she stood up and looked down at me.

"Since you can't make your father stay..." Her voice was eerily calm. "You are useless to me."

I used my last bit of strength to reach out. I wanted to grab her dress.

"Mommy... don't go... it hurts so much..."

She gave me one last look. Not a trace of a mother's love. Only pure exhaustion from a broken mate mark.

The door closed again. Her footsteps faded away.

I lay alone on the floor. Tears fell down my cheeks.

The wound on my head throbbed. My broken legs felt numb.

It hurts so much, Mommy, Daddy.

I tried to stay awake. I imagined Mommy and Daddy hugging me. Kissing me. Telling me we were a happy werewolf family. That I was their favorite pup.

But nothing.

Nothing at all.

Only my heavy eyelids and my fading heartbeat.

Pain swallowed my mind like a dark tide.

I don't know how much time passed. I felt light as a feather.

I opened my eyes. I was shocked to find myself standing in the middle of the room.

My legs didn't hurt. My head wasn't dizzy.

I tried to run to the door happily. But then I saw the floor.

A little girl lay curled in a pool of blood. Covered in wounds. Unmoving.

Her face was pale. Her lips were completely white.

I stepped closer. That little face looked exactly like mine.

I finally realized. I was dead.