The lycan king's hated mate

Maya POV

I don't know how long I have been out but one thing is for sure, if I don't get back at this time, then I was going to get it from Regina. Worst would be her running her mouth to the alpha, her lover about me escaping my duties.

Although the woods give me peace and the tranquillity I crave for, I know I can't continue reeling in the serenity of the quietness of the forest and the fresh air filling my lungs, reminding me that I was still alive.

Taking one last longing look to the peaceful forest and taking a deep breath, I stand up and head back to the packhouse.

Before we get too far into the story,let me introduce myself.

My name is Maya Reed and I am the personal slave to the Alpha of Blue moon pack, Alpha Logan Davidson.

Logan and I are fated mates. The moon goddess chose us for each other.

I was only eighteen years old when I learnt that Logan was my mate. Imagine how happy I was after I identified him as my mate.

Every werewolf gets excited after hitting eighteen years and I was no different.

I knew that I would get to meet my mate after my eighteenth birthday and I did.

But what I anticipated to be pure bliss turned out to be my nightmare.

The mate I so wanted to meet rejected me, saying he couldn't take a weak Omega like me for a Luna.

That I was like a plague and I didn't deserve to stand next to him.

As if that wasn't enough, he declared he already had a beloved. The woman who he was going to marry and make her his Luna.

My heart shattered to pieces as the only hope I had of ever leaving this hellhole escaped me.

From what I was told, I was picked up in the woods by the former Luna, half dead.

Nobody knows where I come from or who my parents are.

I was fifteen years old when I was picked up and brought to the Blue Moon pack.

Don't mistake Luna's act as kindness, no,I was brought here not as a member of the pack but as a slave.

I lived with the other slaves in the pack doing all sorts of hard labour.

I was really excited that after I found my mate, he would take me away from here, away from this hellhole. But alas! That was nothing but a dream and the reality smacked me hard in the face.

I believed that once I found him, I wouldn't have to worry about waking up at five in the morning to scrub dirty floors or do the laundry.

But my excitement turned into disappointment. With a mate who hated me for no apparent reason, could I be any less hopeless?

It was better when I hadn't been identified as the Alpha's mate because after that, my life turned from bad to worse. At least before that, I was only a slave who was looked down upon just like the others but after that, I was reduced to nothing but a hated Omega slave.

I became the target of Regina's bullying.

She would ask me to do humiliating things for her.

Imagine asking me to clean their bed which had traces of their sex Left behind in every corner.

That was not all,she would physically abuse me and even ask the Alpha to lock me to the dungeons even without doing anything wrong. My existence alone was enough to anger her, my presence enough to evoke deep feelings of loathe and disgust.

That's how I managed to live my two years here in this Pack.

I wanted nothing else but to get the hell out of this place, but where was I supposed to go.

I knew nobody beyond the pack Lands and running away would definitely turn me into a rogue.

That's the worst fate a werewolf could find himself or herself in.

Rogues had no place in the werewolf world.

It didn't matter whether you were a good wolf or a bad one.

Once they capture you, you sure would experience hell down on earth.

Your limbs would be severed and your skin peeled off you.

Just thinking about it, sends goosebumps all over my body.

I still wanted my limbs intact so I dared not run away.

To me, it was better to suffer in the hands of Regina than to be captured and tortured or have my head cut.

As I made my way to the packhouse, the thoughts of who could be my parents filled my mind.

Why was I abandoned?

Were my parents still alive or were they dead?

If they were alive, then were they looking for me?

" Where the hell are you coming from?" Regina's angry voice forcefully pulled me away from my thoughts.

' oh no the witch is here.' I cursed inwardly.

She was glaring at me with those hate filled eyes.

Sometimes, I fail to understand why Regina hates me so much.

I was nothing but the rejected mate of her lover.

Logan chose her over me, his fated mate.

And If that wasn't enough, he made me serve him and his bitch. I had to watch how he doted on Regina everyday, giving in to her ridiculous demands.

But I stilled my heart and learned to ignore everything.

As long as I lived, that was fine because I wasn't hoping to meet my ancestors soon.

As much as my life was nothing but pure misery,I still loved my life,a lot.

" I went to the woods." I replied honestly, looking her straight in the eye.

I know answering her back irked her, but not answering angered her even more.

Sometimes, I wonder what she really wants. A honest answer will leave you punished, a lie would land you to even deeper shit.

" Go and make me pumpkin custard, my baby is craving it." Regina said, caressing her now flat tummy. Her voice taunting me

Her words earned a reaction from me.

My eyes bulged out. I am sure they were almost popping out of their sockets.

Regina is pregnant?

But what was I thinking,those two practically rolled in the bed like bunnies on heat.

" What are you so surprised about? I am the future Luna, of course it's my duty to give the Alpha an heir." Regina said sarcastically as she eyed me with contempt.

Right? What was I thinking? Just as she said, as the future Luna, it was her very duty to give the Alpha heirs.

" Okay." I said as I walked towards the kitchen.

I thought I had come to terms with the fact that I would never be enough for Logan and could never be the woman he needs. But I can't pretend that the news about Regina's pregnancy sounded pleasant to my ears.

I walked in a daze to the kitchen but my clumsiness made me stumble upon a rich hard chest.

" Watch where you are going, Omega." Logan shouted at me before I even found the courage to apologise.

That has always been his way of degrading me. Reminding me that I was nothing but a lowly Omega,a slave in his pack.