CHAPTER 1

This book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any kind of resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely simultaneous. I love and appreciate your comments. I gladly like to hear what any of you might say. With that all out of the way, I hope you enjoy this book.

❤ELYSIAN POINT OF VIEW❤

In this world full of Alphas, Betas, and Gammas, nobody thinks about omegas. They don't even think about omega as a living being. We were also made by the moon goddess and the Sun God gave us his blessings to live a normal life like others but in my pack, the pack members treat me equally to a slave. Because in this realm, Humans fall in the category of Omega.       

 I'm Elysian Jordon, a human. That's why I'm an omega and the slave of the Breaking Dawn pack. Being an Omega hurts. A lot. They say I should be proud of being an Omega because Omegas are rare, but for me, there's nothing to be proud of since I'm not even a true omega, I'm a human who always had dreams about having an Alpha as my mate and being a Luna to end my suffering in this world of werewolves.                                                                     

 If I was only blessed enough to find my mate, all my suffering would end.  But dreams are just dreams, and this is reality. I have never stood up for myself in any way. There’s no use in standing up for myself because that will only get me into more trouble. I’ve been beaten many times and I’ve gotten used to the pain. The pain just feels great.                                 

“Elysian! You slut! Come here. NOW!” The voice of the Beta of this pack echoes up from the living room. I whimper and start running down the stairs. Once I reach the living room, a slap greets me out of nowhere. It hits me so hard that I fall to the floor and clutch my cheek.

BLOOD.                                                                                                                             

I grimace at my blood when another kick sends me knocking into the sharp edge of the coffee table which causes more blood to spill and yet another whimper falling from my lips. 

“Stand up!” Carlos orders and I quickly scramble to my feet, bowing my head in respect.

“Why didn't you help my mate in the bath? Have you forgotten your place, you slut?” He snarls, slapping my face once again.                                                                                   

I immediately turn around and practically run to the kitchen after bowing. I have to be respectful and not utter a word or else he'll hurt me. I decided to help Rose in her bath. I hurriedly sauntered to their room and filled the bathtub with warm water, sprinkling rose petals on it since this is what Carlos' mate likes.                                                                                   

Fifteen minutes later, everything was ready and I made my way to the living room but I had really bad timing. Both Carlos and Rose were in a heated make-out session but they stopped when they sensed me.                                                                                                               

He growls loudly, mad that I ruined the moment and before I even get the chance to process what's happening, Carlos has his hand around my throat, raising me off the ground and making the tray of food fall in the process. I whimper quietly, knowing that if I protest, yell, or cry, the beatings will just be worse.                                                                                                 

He throws me on the hard floor and pain shoots through my back and right leg but I'm used to it and block it out, tending to go numb. 

“Go back to the attic.” He orders in a deadly voice.

“Yes, Beta,” I murmur and bow. I run up the stairs and go to the bathroom to clean myself up. Tears fill my eyes and I let them fall. I close my eyes and drift off to sleep. The next day I woke up and got ready. I wash and head down to make breakfast for the pack.                               

They say that a werewolf finds their mate when they turn seventeen but since I'm a human, I don't know if I will find a mate or not. But today is my seventeenth birthday and I have hope. Today is the day my mate will find me, that's if I had gone somewhere out there. Still, I am happy just thinking that today might be the last of my suffering.                                           

So after finishing everything, I get ready to face the day with excitement in my gut, but at the same time, my heart can sense that something might go wrong but I ignore the feeling and grab my phone and headphones. I start listening to my music while making my way out of the packhouse and to school.                                                                                                     

It's not long enough when I reach my school while listening to music but my steps halt once I find myself standing in front of the giant gate. My heart is racing. I feel the rush of adrenaline and I take a deep breath to calm myself.                                                                               

After I take a few deep breaths, I grab my backpack and head towards the school doors. Something in me tells me that I should turn around to go home, but I push it aside as nerves. I reach my locker and begin taking out my books for class. Just then, I smell the most amazing fragrance and I start making my way to follow it. It's the scent of my mate. My heart and mind yelled in excitement. Being an omega human is not always bad. I also have some strong senses such as recognizing the scent, well I don't know if it's just me or every human omega that has these senses, but who cares?                                                                                 

I turn the corner and I see him. Bruce, the gamma of the Breaking Dawn pack. My biggest enemy. He always hits me with Carlos, the beta of this pack.                                                 

I get closer to him and the smell becomes so strong, I almost choke on it. I stop to look around to see where it's coming from. I guess I'm so distracted that I don't notice Bruce walking toward me and we collide. I close my eyes, waiting for the impact of the cold tile when suddenly a warm strong hand catches me. I let out a gasp as sparks erupt against my skin.      After the person who saved me helps steady me on my feet, I hesitantly open my eyes. My breath hitches as my gaze is met by a pair of beautiful brown eyes. He can't see my face as I'm wearing a mask so others can't identify me. I don't know who I thought my mate would be, but I certainly didn't even consider Bruce...                                                                     

"We need to talk." He says and I follow him. I'm afraid of him. He might hurt or possibly kill me. I try to escape him but he holds my arm and drags me to the back of the school building. I try to free my hand from his tight grip but he only tightens his grip and even hugs me from behind to smell my neck.                                                                                                 

“Stop moving now.” He says, his husky voice laced with a bit of authority. I stop struggling and relax. Tingles flow up and down my body and my heart is jumping with joy. Bruce slowly lowers me and unwraps his arms from around me. I lower my head and remain quiet, disappointed that I wore a hoodie but it is also a blessing since he hasn't seen my face yet. He will kill me as he has forbidden me to go to school, he says, since I'm an omega I don't have to go to school. Instead, I should stay at the packhouse and do my chores. But I always sneak out when no one is paying attention to me. I always try so hard to not get noticed by him in school and now that he has caught me red-handed he will not spare me. He will tell Carlos and he will beat me up until I die.                                                                                                                     

 I can only be safe if he doesn't see my face. I should run away but I can't move an inch as I'm shivering with fear. I stand still with my back towards him, not daring to move or turn around. “Turn around and let me see your face.” He coos. I turn around but keep my head down. I need to get out of here now. Badly. He puts his fingers on my chin and tries to tilt it up so that he can look at me. I resist.                                                                                                   

“Why aren’t you letting me see you?” He growls. “You wouldn’t like what you see,” I responded. He snarls and my heartbeat quickens in fear, “If You’re my mate, I’ll love you no matter how you look.” He says with conviction. I breathe in then slowly lower my hood, looking into his eyes. He gasps and growls viciously.                                                                               

“Why?! Why you?!” He sneers, then lungs for me, I standstill. He wraps his hands around my neck and slams me into a wall. The impact made me wince.                                                 

“I don’t want you. You disgust me. You're an omega human and more of a slut" He yells and disgust is visible in his voice. I knew this would happen. No one wants me, he just hugged me because he wanted to smell the scent of his mate, and now that he knows I'm his mate, he's rejecting me.                                                                                                                 

After my encounter with Bruce, I didn't feel up to staying at school. So I went to my teachers and gathered my work for the day-- that way I wouldn't fall behind. Once I had all of today's assignments, I started making my way to the office to sign out. Unfortunately, the universe hates me because pretty soon after I leave the office, I am jogging towards the forest when suddenly pain pulls at my heart, so strong and painful that I fall to the ground and clutch my chest. The pain travels from my heart through my body.                                                       

I curl into a ball and start panting. I didn’t want to shout out, I didn’t want anyone to know what happened to me. Maybe this would be the chance where I could die. I hope the pain will kill me but at the same time, I need it to stop. It's too much. I want to scream out loud but I bite my lip to stop myself from screaming.                                                                   

This is what it felt like. This is what it felt like to be rejected. I have to get this through my head, I have just been rejected. Rejected by my mate. I never knew a mere human omega could feel the pain of the bond breaking.                                                                             

 I see black spots blur my eyesight as I shout in pain. I close my eyes so hard that I can see white spots everywhere. I am panting and I can't breathe as the pain closes around my lungs as if someone is constricting my windpipes. I can't scream anymore because I can't breathe and my throat is on fire. I've been screaming so much that my throat feels raw. I stop screaming as I try to breathe.                                                                                       

Inhale, Exhale. I say to myself in my head. I keep repeating that in my head as I try to do the same but it becomes too much to bear and I lose consciousness. I don't know for how long I was unconscious but when I open my eyes it's dark out. I get up, stumble to my feet, and start limping through the darkness in an unknown direction.                                                 

I walk into the woods in the middle of the night, alone even though it is not the smartest of ideas, especially with the number of wolf territories in this state. I have lived in another state and there were hundreds of packs in the vast mountain ranges and forests, sparsely populated by humans, so with little risk of exposure.                                                                         

 My pack had a different pack on every border. I didn't bother to know much about them. As far as I'm concerned, I live a human life now and packs and territories didn't concern me anymore.                                                                                                                         

 I am still steaming from the pain and rejection incident. I feel as if I'm in some kind of anger-fuelled trance. I just keep walking into nothingness. My senses seem to be in overdrive; the deafening sound of my heartbeat masking any other so I'm not sure how long I march for. At one point I found myself running, so I probably covered a lot of distance.                               

I finally stop my steps at what appears to be borderline. Even my anger couldn't override the instinct to cross it. I must have crossed through half a dozen territories already, but this one feels different. And my mind and heart just wouldn't let me go anywhere near it.                         

  Looking at my surroundings, I realize how unfamiliar they are. The trees are taller and more intimidating and a particular feeling lingers in the air that makes me wrap my arms around myself and shudder.                                                                                                         

So I decided to head back to my pack, I wouldn't dare to cross this border. Just then, I turn, and a flying arrow zips by me and penetrates the trunk of the tree behind me. My eyes go round in fear, my breath hitching. Unexpectedly, a big hand covers my mouth and I can't breathe. I start hitting on the hand which is covering my mouth to get free but to no avail.       

The person who's covering my mouth is too strong and starts dragging me backward. I struggle to get myself free but I can't, as I didn't have any energy left to fight against anyone after the rejection so once again, I faint.