Myra
There are nights when I fall asleep from being tired. Some nights I take painkillers to numb the dull ache of the bruises that I receive from various members of my pack and then there are sleepless nights that leave me restless and results in me being sluggish the following day. I sit upon the old springy mattress that I have been benevolently given to sleep in and stand up.
Taking a sleeping medicine that the pack doctor had slipped into my pocket secretly a few months ago wasn’t an option at this hour. I stare out of the small attic window into the inky black forest. What woke me up? Why can’t I remember the dreams or nightmares that lead me to wake up with a sweat-drenched body? I feel the dull throb in my temples and I hate this.
Walking around or pacing about in this small room will definitely wake someone because the floors are creaky and the alpha has done nothing to repair it so I go back and lie down on the mattress staring at the night sky visible through the roof window. The sky is starless, gloomy darkness concealing the twinkling balls of light.
In times like these, I like to dream about my mate. As werewolves, we are destined to find our soulmates. Some of us are lucky enough to find them at the age of 17, just after we meet our wolves for the first time, while some are not so lucky and wait for long periods of time before they are blessed.
There are unfortunate ones who get rejected, and I loathe this concept. Why reject when we already know that someone is out there, waiting for us. I exhale heavily as my insecurities surface. What if I am also rejected? Well, we shall deal with it when we get there, I convince myself. But I was certain about one thing, I will never reject my mate.
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The following day comes with a host of problems. Firstly, I woke up late, which had a domino effect on the house chores that were allotted to me. Even though modern society saw omegas as equal, our pack still worked with a regressive mindset. I had to earn my stay in this packhouse because I had no parents backing me up, no family that would provide for me. I digested the taunts and scathing comments from various pack members, but I was spared from any strict punishments.
Jeanette was the only person who was kind to me. She was the cook and sometimes she covered for me. “Just leave for school and come back early,” she grumbled. I finished the dishes and dashed out through the back door.
School for us meant a training school. Even though omegas never patrolled or fought in the front line, they were nevertheless trained because who knows when the training might come in handy. I was, to some extent, better than most omegas, which surprised my trainer. However, that was the extent of it, I never received any appreciation for doing better than others like my classmates who were alphas and betas.
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“Go!” Kevin shouted, and we began our training. We were being tested on agility. Since omega wolves were smaller in comparison to an alpha wolf or a beta wolf, they could make it up with their swiftness. If an omega worked on this skill, they would be much faster than either of them. I let my wolf take over and then I was off into the wilderness. We were told that in the middle of the forest, we will find a number of colourful handkerchiefs tied to low-hanging branches. We needed to bring a piece and go back. The faster one would run, the quicker they would get the cloth because it was less in number, which was done in order to keep up the competitive spirit.
I let Akira navigate the way. My ears perk up as I skid to a stop and observe the familiar surroundings. My gaze wandered around as I tried to pick up every sound that echoed through the woods. I wasn’t unaware of the crafty methods that many high ranked wolves sought to, in order to win and the authorities turned a blind eye towards these ‘mistakes’.
I weaved through the trees as I ran further in. However, my wolf came to an abrupt stop. I was about to ask her why she did so when an overwhelming scent hit my nostrils. I frantically look around, trying to detect the origin of the smell. Akira chalked it out faster than I could have done. She ran to the left, opposite the direction where we had to go and I could feel how fast our heart was beating. Finally, I would meet my soulmate. I had to applaud my wolf’s sharp senses because as we ran, the scent intensified. It had wrapped around my senses like a warm blanket.
My gaze darted around frantically. We came to a stop in a clearing. I could feel their presence, but for some reason, I couldn’t feel their wolf’s presence. That did not deter us though. Whether they were a dormant wolf or late bloomer, I would accept them as long as they would accept me. I transformed again and luckily found a change of clothes. The clearing looked awfully familiar, but all forests almost looked the same, yet this one...
However, those thoughts came to a halt when I heard a distinct sound of...chewing and then the metallic odour of blood mingled along with the distinct heady sugary scent. The smell of blood did not affect me, but I was sure that none of our pack members or as far as I knew, members of neighbouring packs would hunt so openly.
I cursed under my breath as the dry leaves crunched under my bare feet. I followed the sound and finally spotted a person standing with his back towards me. My heartbeat kicked up a notch as I approached him. “Uh?” I croaked out because I did not want to seem like a creep. The moment I did, he stopped doing whatever he was doing.
“I was hoping that you wouldn’t approach me, but when have dogs ever listened?” The lilting tone was anything but friendly. I stopped dead in my tracks. My hackles rose at the tone of his voice. I clenched my jaw. Who did he think he was, mocking me when he didn’t even know who I was? “How dare you belittle our kind like that?” I asked fiercely. The fact that he is my mate angered me even more. I heard him sigh.
He finally deigned to turn around and show his face to me, which equally alarmed and annoyed me. He was holding a carcass of an animal I didn’t know. His hands and lips were tainted, dark red almost black, which was a stark contrast to his pale, almost translucent skin. The weight of the dreadful reality was setting in. He was Moon Goddess’ offspring, the race that we loathed. The creatures that I hate with every fibre in my body.
MyraHe approached me as I stood motionless. His eyes looked predatory and gait confident. I couldn’t even twitch a finger as he ducked his head and inhaled my scent. “Sweet,” he murmured in a lilting tone, making me shudder. Akira whimpered in my head as he chuckled. I clenched my fists. “Had you been another wolf, you would have been dead by now. Since you, unfortunately, happen to be my mat-”“I, Myra Winters of Blackwood Pack, reject you as my mate.” Silence, oppressing and heavy, followed after I finished saying the one sentence that I had vowed to not utter in my life. Each word felt like a knife dipped in wolfsbane, slicing a piece of my heart slowly. My fingernails dug into my palm as I tried to endure my wolf’s heart-wrenching howls.His gaze remained on me with a look of sur
Damian“The High Queen has summoned for you,” my father muttered as soon as I entered his study. He was busy scribbling something in his notebook, as he always did, too busy to pay attention to his family, always free for everything else. I clenched my jaw, not bothering to take a seat. His chairs were occupied otherwise with papers, books and stuff.“Why?” I asked, disinterested. I hated the palace. Despite being a vampire, I get freaky vibes from the officials there and the High Queen. She just made me feel uneasy. But to everyone else, especially according to my parents, I am her favourite and they try to push me and involve me in every palace related stuff because they wanted me to become an official in the court. As if being a prince of the north wasn’t enough.
MyraMy legs buckled as I felt a sharp pain lance through my body. ‘The bond….it’s breaking,’ Akira said feebly. I knew my pack saw me as a burden, but to this extent? I didn’t know. That they would abandon me to die, I couldn’t fathom. In the 17 years of my life, I have never heard anything so cruel.I suspected that this might be due to the problem in negotiations with the blood-suckers. I clenched my fists as tears rolled down my cheeks. I wanted to blame them for everything, for killing my parents and now making me a rogue. But at the back of my mind, I knew it wasn’t their fault. It was my pack who are too hard-hearted to even care for one of their own.The silence in the vacant room was taunting. How come I slept through all this? I couldn’t help but wonder. Then I
MyraAkira takes over once again. I can feel her sadness as she watches her mate go. The wind has picked up, causing the leaves to rustle. I have never spent the night in the wilderness, never even gone camping. I would have shivered and trembled and probably caught a cold if I had been a mere human, but my wolf kept us warm.My mind wandered as the night darkened. The occasional hooting of owls broke the silence before it reigned back again. Where did my pack go? What were they doing now? Did they remember that they had forgotten me? Were they relieved that they could finally get rid of me? These questions kept coming back, kept plaguing me through the night until my eyelids became too heavy for me to keep them open.I was woken up by the chirping of birds and another presence. Akira became alert,
Myra The vampires circled around me while I foolishly remained frozen in place. My eyes turned heavy and belatedly I realized that it was due to the sweet-smelling scent that vampires emitted to make their prey immobile. I made peace with the fact that this might be the end of my short life, but at least I will be relieved of my misery. ~~~~ I groaned as my senses slowly came back. I opened my eyes to a room drenched in morning rays of the sun. A room that was wholly unfamiliar and luxurious. The windows were decorated with rich and expensive looking curtains; the walls were painted tastefully and the bed on which I was lying was the most comfortable that I had ever gotten the privilege to sleep in. For a dreading moment, I thought that I had been captured. It was unheard of about girls being taken away by their m
Damian I stare at Carlos and Vianca's charred bodies. This is a wizard’s or a witch’s handiwork. I scoured the area. There were no traces of any kind. Suspiciously even that omega was gone. That, however, did not increase my worry for her. The spot where I had left was vacant and flies were buzzing around the carcass I had left. Aaron made a face at the scene. “Fucking idiots.” I couldn’t agree more. These two newly formed vampires were getting ahead of themselves. I had heard multiple complaints against them, disrupting and breaking rules. “Who could have done it?” Aaron voiced my question. I shrugged. “Ask someone to put them in coffins. Inform their family.” “Yes, boss.” Aaron got to work while I subtly tried to search one more time. On my way back, I halted when a thought struck me. Could it be...Andrew?
Myra “I...will stay. If that’s okay,” I peer at my soon-to-be guardian, who looks back at me with a suppressed smile. Beside me, Violet is bouncing on her heels excitedly. The moment I had agreed, she had pulled me up and almost dragged me downstairs. By that time, Andrew had emerged from the dining room and was heading somewhere. Eric was unfortunately nowhere to be seen. “Welcome to the pack of misfits.” My eyes widened as if I was waiting for him to reject, to tell me that he had changed his mind. But he was only smiling gently, his eyes kind and clouded with an unfamiliar emotion. Violet squealed and I couldn’t help but wonder whether she reacted this way with every newcomer. My unvoiced question was soon answered as the girl fist pumped. “Finally! I am not the only she-wolf.” I looked at Andrew quizzically, who only s
Damian “Why do you address me like that?” I asked before gesturing to him to take a seat, but as always, he remained quiet. He never tells me why he addresses me like I am someone from the 18th century. He might be from that era, but that’s not an excuse for him to address me like that. He is a great wizard, a famous one at that and calling me that sometimes makes me feel ashamed and awkward. “Fancy seeing you here,” I said. He inclined his head. “I returned from...abroad a few days ago.” He interlocked his fingers and rested his elbows on the table. “So why this impromptu visit?” I prodded. Was it about the killings? “I have rescued your mate.” “What?” His lips twitched at my surprised look. “Well...she