The runaway mate: Alpha's claim

Five years ago...I have always rested my head under the thin chambers somewhere behind the store in the luxurious flat owned prestigious family. Everyday I wake up, I would cough up the remaining particles of wolfsbane. There wasn't any time I would wake up from my small home and not get sick, but that doesn't stop them from maltreatment and sending me out to do the works the littlest slaves would do. I was regarded as a slave omega who has no wolf. Every day....I would wish to rest my head somewhere by the rock, close my eyes and die, but unfortunately, death never came. I'd blame the moon goddess for bringing me to this world without parents. The only thing keeping me on my feet was the term 'Mate'. I believed my mate would be the one to take me out of this, so I couldn't wait much longer, I couldn't wait for my mate to come to me and claim me as his own. "Have you cleaned my shoes?" My sister asked me. Of course, she is the expected Luna of the pack. I have always wished she c

My whole body trembled as I passed down the passageway down the stairs. What did I just see now? No! No!! I covered my mouth trying not to cry, my heart aching so much, that I had to take my hand away from my mouth, held tightly to my chest, feeling so much pain in that cage. My heart aches so much I couldn't take it anymore. "Arghh!!" I collapsed on the floor, the bags I was holding on to fell with me. No one spared me glance as I fell on the floor. The guards around looked away as if nothing had happened. Of course, I was no one to them, just a worthless omega. Why would the moon goddess do this to me?! Why?!! How could she mate me to an Alpha? The Alpha of more than two great territories... I felt my head, my heart, in fact my whole body banging hard. I couldn't just take it."If anything bothers you, would you please do us a favour by leaving the hall? You are causing a ruckus." Someone stood in front of me, obviously chasing me out to make a stop to my public display of unn

New York City...*Presently* Five years had passed. Five years of isolation, depressed of being a single mother of my twins— the little monsters the moon goddess gave to me. Five years now, I have no idea about what happened to her, my aunt. I'd be forever grateful to her. Years ago, I saw myself unconscious at a flowing stream alone. My aunt was nowhere to be found; the trucks; the drivers; it seemed as if they never truly existed. It all felt like a dream, but like a dream that came to pass in a painful way. I wandered around New York, pregnant. I slept by the subway for days, spent the little change my I found in my pocket, before I finally applied for a job at a barber's shop, then was I able to have somewhere to rest my head. I found a small apartment right after weeks of rigorous hard work. All I ever do was to go to work, come back home, eat, sleep, and repeat. The day my water broke was at work. I was instantly rushed to the hospital by my boss, my savour, Edgar Powell.

Dante's pov:Buzzzz!!"I will be visiting later mom. I am at Grandma's" I stepped into the old nursing home in the city. "Later might become days later, Dante. You haven't visited the pack for a while." "Bye mom.""You..." I cut off the call, not ready to listen to her rants."You are finally here, kid." The old woman was wheeled out by a nurse. Her fingers held on to so many rings for her mantra, and her fine outfit, decorated with this so many beads.This old woman should be fed up with this so many heavy rocks she has on her old body. "Of course. How can I not visit the city without visiting you, old woman?" "You motherfucking butt face of a child! You kept your Grandma here without coming over to visit her!" She snapped at me, which attracted a chuckle from the nurse beside her. "Haven't I told you several times not to curse your grandson?" I squatted before her. "You kept yourself here grandma. No one forced you." She swiftly snatched her walking stick from the nurse, and

DANTE"Taylor is from California." Ken reported. "California?" "Yes, but she lives in Broadway, an intern...and oh, She is divorced too." "She is dead Ken. You won't go around fucking a corpse, will you?" Bruno gave him a stink eye. Ken shrugged. "Too bad for her." The four of us have been working on this case. Two days counted now, and all we saw were normal counts of who she was. Nothing special. And like we had thought, the report came out to be an animal attack, instead of murder and guess what, everyone believed. Of course they would believe. The big horrific hole badly injected in the stomach, and the remaining flesh was this claw of an animal. They could have thought it was a bear or a lion. But here, we presume one of us, or perhaps a vampire. I sighed, moved closer to the laptop to see the profile. "She is just a normal person, nothing too special to look at." "But there is. She fucks a lot. If we are to suspect someone, we should suspect this numerous boyfriends of