My mother screamed, her grip in my neck tightening as she did so. The right side of my face kissed the dirty ground, as hot and painful tears rolled down my cheeks.
My mother's tears dropped on my face as she screamed. I could feel the agony emitting from her tears. But I was no better as I struggled under her tight grip.
I cried and begged for air, whimpering in pain. I wanted to scream, but I could not. She held my throat so tight, my vocal cords became useless. I was slowly becoming dizzy, my tears blurring the vision of our burning house."Please." I muttered barely audible and the pains that shot through me began to weigh me down.
That was the only word I could think of, the only word that could come out of my mouth. But that word was not directed to my mother.
But it was a plea to the only person that gave me solace. My father.
I was begging my father to come out of the fire and save me from my mother.
"You cursed child! I always knew that you were a baggage from hell! How dare you kill my husband?! You sent him back into the fire and now he's dead!" My mother wailed in uncontrollable agony.
Like an arrow shot through my heart, my mind refused to believe what my ears just heard. It can't be true, right? I looked at my mother with wide eyes filled with uncertainty and…horror.
"Dead?" I managed to cough out.
My mother's words stung my ears without mercy. My heart tightened in my chest, like she had dug her hands inside, squeezing it just as she was holding my neck in a firm grip.
"Daddy can't be dead! He just can't be dead! He promised me! He promised me he would be back with Mr Waffles." I thought out loud.
I had to convince myself that he had only gone back in to get my favorite toy - Mr Waffles, the teddy bear he bought for me.
And that was the only memory I could have had of him.
"I am going to kill you! You would die for what you have done!" Her screams grew louder with threats.
Then she heard a whimpering and a tug on her shirt. My twin sister's cry jolted my back back to reality.
Hanola, my twin sister, kept clutching my mother's dress, and crying at the top of her lungs.
My mother who was about to bring down hail and brimstone on me totally forgot about me and all the death threats she had made in a split second.
She immediately released my neck and rushed to hold her golden baby, Hanola. I watched as mother and daughter sat on the grass and wept in each other's arms, not minding me anymore.
I didn't know what happened, but I began to gasp for air. Breathing was becoming painful, and the air was filled with ash and smoke from our house.
Every part of my body hurts; from my head, to my neck down to my stomach. My mother had kicked me on my stomach in fury and now it hurts like hell.
I groaned in pain, wanting to crawl back to the fire and call out for my daddy. I was sure that if I screamed a lot harder, he would hear me and come out.
"Daddy! Daddy!! Help me please! It's too painful! I can't bear the pain!"
I needed him to come out. He can't leave me alone. I can't be alone with my mother. I know she is my mother but I am not her daughter. I needed my father.
Because if he didn't come back to me, my mother would make my life a living hell, more than she had ever done before.
Then I made a decision. If my father wasn't going to come to me, then I would go to him. So, I fought hard and mustered all the strength left in my body. I stretched one arm forward and used it to pull myself to the fire.
When I moved, I stretched the other hand out and crawled one more step towards the fire. That was why I kept crawling to the fire. I was determined to meet my father there.
Tears of pain continued to flow down my cheeks, burning my eyelids. Or was it the fire? I didn't know or cared to know. Because all I wanted was to see him again. The determination to meet my father overwhelmed my sense of reasoning.
As I got closer to the fire, the heat was so scorching that I had to retreat. I tried again, but failed to go inside the fire. I burst into tears, calling myself a coward. How could I retreat from the fire that my father bravely ran into?
I tried again, but I just couldn't bear the heat from the fire as it began to burn me. I tried numerous times, but I just couldn't brace myself to go into the fire.
I couldn't do anything, but start crying again. Wetting my damp clothes. I don't care! All I wanted was my father. I wanted him back.
"Mr. Fire, give me back my daddy! You can take Mr Waffles, but please give my daddy back to me!" I bawled again.
I cried so hard that my knuckles hurt and it was impossible to gasp for air. I cried for my father, but the tears never seemed to being him back. Still, I held onto a tiny hope that he would come back for me.
I looked around and found out that my mother was nowhere to be found with my sister. I was afraid that they left me too. I started wailing loudly, unfortunately there was no one around.
I started walking towards the forest in search of my mother and sister. I don't want to be left alone in this world.
"Momma! Hanola!"
"Please don't leave me alone!"
"Daddy is gone!"
"Please don't leave me alone"
"I promise to be good, mommy!"
I was crying and calling out my mother and sister as I wandered deeper into the forest. I didn't know I was already passing our Pack's border.
As I was crying, I heard a loud growl behind me. There was a rotten stench coming from it and my body was instantly filled with fear.
"Daddy! Save me!" I cried when my eyes came in contact with the fire like eyes of a wolf.
I was just seven and I don't know anything about rogues. But I knew that this wolf was certainly not from our Pack. The wolf let out another earth shattering sound and I shrieked in fear.
I turned around and began to run away as fast as my little legs could carry. I was getting tired and I fell to the grassy ground with a thud. I could see the wolf throwing it's paws on me.
I awaited the snapping of my head from my neck, but surprisingly nothing happened. Rather, I heard another growl from someone. It was from a young boy. He wasn't in his wolf form.
I watched as the boy fought with the wolf in his human form and within a few minutes, he snapped his head off. The boy approached me slowly and squatted down to look at my face.
I didn't want my savior to be scared of me, so I covered my face with my tiny hands.
"Little girl, why are you alone in this forest? Where are your parent?"
"My Papa got carried away by Mr fire and I can't find my momma and Hanola." I replied with my face still hidden.
"I am sure your Momma and Hanola must be looking for you right now. Are you from this pack?"
"Yes. I lost my way. I don't know the way." I replied.
"Come, I will take you to the palace. The alpha would find your momma and Hanola, okay?"
I nodded my head, but still I refused to show him my face.
"Little girl, why are you hiding your face?"
"Because I am a monster. A black eyed Curse. I don't want to give you bad luck. You are my savior." I replied.
I heard him chuckling. I felt him removing my hands from my face and I shut my eyes tightly. I didn't want him to see my eyes.
"Open your eyes or I will be angry."
I didn't want him to be angry, so I slowly opened my eyes. I expected him to either curse me or run away from me, but instead I saw him smiling at me.
He was so handsome.
What's your name?"
"My name is Koko, Koko Magnus"
"Now listen to me, Koko. You are not a monster or a black eyed Curse. You are just unique and beautiful in your own way."
"Someday your true beauty will manifest before the one who truly deserves you, okay?
I nodded my head." What is your name, savior?"
"Just call me, the Alpha from Heaven," he said and smiled at me.
As he carried me back to the pack, I wished the Moon goddess would make me his mate.
He was truly from heaven.
Koko's POVIt's been years since that incident that led to my father's death. Just as it was one of my saddest days in life, it was also a day I started to build my hope. I held on to the words of the young savior to my heart.I believed that someday I would meet my mate who would cherish me and see the beauty in me.Sadly, as I grew up, I got to realized a painful truth at a tender age - my mother didn't love me, she hated me. I was the child she didn't want. "Dark eyed curse!" She always called me.Donna, my mother, never hesitated to show me how much she hated me. While my twin sister, Hanola, was allowed to play with the other pups in the pack, my mother always locked me in the basement."I don't want you to inflict your curse on other children." She always said. I knew I was different from all the other people in my pack. That's because of everything about me. It seemed like the Moon goddess surely was against my existence. If not I wouldn't be given all the negativity of life.
Once again, the moon goddess had to play a trick on me. Life raised my hopes, only to send it to the ground to fall and shatter into pieces. If only I hadn't hoped for anything.It so happened that on that fateful day, when I turned sixteen alongside my sister and many of our peers, we all eagerly waited for our wolves. We were filled with anticipation of the lycanthropy ceremony. Everyone was in high hopes, including me. In the Red Moon pack, we shifted at the age of sixteen and mostly found our mates by the time we were eighteen. So you can imagine how joyous I was at the upcoming ceremony.But cruel as it may seem, on that night of the ceremony, I watched my sister and all our other peers shift to their wolves under the blood red full moon at midnight. I waited for my wolf… I waited in shame.My wolf never came. It was a gut-wrenching experience for me, I walked back home with my head bowed and cried all the way home. What have I done to be ill-fated?As expected, Donna was at th
Koko's POVAfter that night, I stayed clear of Gad. The hatred and hidden threat I felt in his aura was enough to shake my supposed courage. My hope shattered once again. But then, I could understand why he didn't want me. I mean, how can a guy like him want a girl like me? I was afterall an ugly, weak and cursed girl who was obviously hated by her family. And supposedly caused the death of her father. Gad was the hottest and most eligible bachelor in all of the Red Moon pack. He was loved by every female wolf in and out of the Pack. Even the neighbouring packs with eligible female wolves drooled over him. The most beautiful of them, all lined up at his feet. Even the female alphas fight to get his attention. That's how hot he was. Even my sister who still remained the golden girl of the pack, was dying to be with him. There was no way he could agree to settle for a female like me; the laughing stock of the pack and the known cursed girl. I went about my duties quietly and calmly, wit
Koko's POVI felt a burning sensation on my cheek. The impact got me falling to the ground as I spat out blood. How could I be so dumb to think that I could go against my sister? I had never won over her. I have been beaten, gagged and trampled on just to satisfy her. What made me think this would be different? How on earth do I think that Gad would accept my being mate with him? He did warn me, but I thought he was just bidding his time. Wishful thinking, right? That had always been me. "Fucking cunt, didn't you hear what she said?" Gad roared at me. He didn't even flinch when he saw me on the floor, neither did he felt remorseful for hitting my. I felt abandoned and… hurt, but for fear of another slap, I lowered my eyes and bit my lips from quivering. I had no choice but to obey, if that would stop everything. How wrong I was. I was totally and freaking wrong. Who said being obedient would take me out of trouble? I have trouble as my second, no, first name. It follows me everywhere.
Koko's POVAfter that day's incident, I tended to avoid everyone. I went about my business quietly like a mouse whose tail was cut off. I worked like a horse, wallowing in my sorrows and woes. I had no one to console me. It was just me and my wolf. Though she doesn't speak to me, I feel her presence from time to time. But just as she decided to ignore me, I did the same to her. It wasn't that I was blaming her or something, but I was too broken to console anyone or listen to any consolation. I just wanted to be left alone. The servants still pushed me out to sleep on the cold balcony, but I didn't mind as long as I could put something on my stomach. I Ignored their curses and insults. I swallowed their beatings whenever they deem fit to hit me. I never fought back. I refuse to fight back. Perhaps I was tired of fighting back when all I would receive would be worse. Every day I watched as the love blossoms between my sister and my mate, no, my mate that rejected me. Though I felt a p
Koko's POVI was still filled with surprise when the maid got closer to me, panting. What could be the urgency? What happened? It's strange for them to talk to me and even more strange to be called by my name."What do you want and why am I needed? I am through with my chores already." I asked looking confused. What have I done wrong again?These people always frame me for every single thing and watch with glee how I was always punished. So I wondered what trick they had hatched up this time."Koko." She called out again. I heard it clearly this time around. I really wasn't dreaming.It was the first time I had heard someone in the palace call me by my name. Come to think of it, I didn't think they were trying to punish me. I thought it must be something else, as they called my name. That means it must be something they needed my help with. But what could it be?"You are needed at the palace infirmary…now!" She was panting hard, and she looked very worried. It scared me. The palace In
Koko's POVI watched as my mother and everyone around unanimously agreed for my heart to be taken in order to save Hanola who according to them was the future Luna. I fight back the tears threatening to fall.I was suddenly weak on my knees and almost fell down. I had to hold myself back because I knew no one would care if I fell or not. They were all expecting a positive answer from me.Do I even have a choice? If I don't agree, I would live a miserable life worse than death. And if I agree I was still going to die. The only difference would be that I would at least save my sister.That would be doing a good deed, right? I couldn't save my father, but I now have the chance to save my sister. That was probably the reason why the moon goddess still let me live after killing my father. I took a deep breath before facing my mother."I agree to save Hanola. I will give her… (I hesitated a bit, asking myself if I was making the right decision.) My heart." I said in surrender and I bit hard
2 Years Ago. Niyol's POV "I am so sorry, your grace," Chester my beta spoke softly with his hand resting on my shoulder. I could feel his deep sorrow. Why was he sorrowful? I stood dumbstruck by the sight before me. Though my heart was beating faster than lightning, I still couldn't believe it. It can't be her. It just wasn't her, right? I shook my head vigorously to take away the image. I stared at my beta, I refused to believe anything. Why was he apologizing to me? I thought. "Why are you apologizing? We are in a dream. Soon we are going to be gathered eating her favorite cooked beef stew. You don't need to be sad or sorry." I told him. Or was I trying to convince myself instead? I don't need to convince myself because this wasn't real in the first place. This was one hell of a dream, yeah. And I am sure I was going to wake up from that moment. I knew I was dreaming because soon my Luna's arms would be around me in the morning. Psychologists would call my action "d