My precious daughter Nathalia, our journey together has been a tumultuous one, filled with unexpected twists and turns that have tested our strength and resilience. When I discovered that I was carrying you, my heart swelled with both joy and fear. Joy, because you were a precious life growing within me, and fear, because I knew the challenges we would face as a result.
Your father's pack, driven by archaic beliefs and traditions, rejected me when they learned that you, their future alpha, would be born as a female omega. It was a devastating blow, as I had hoped for their acceptance and support during this vulnerable time. But their narrow-mindedness and prejudice prevailed, leaving me to navigate this journey alone.Despite the hardships we have faced, my only goal has always been to keep you safe from the dangers that surround us. I have fought tooth and nail to shield you from the harsh realities of a world that often fails to understand or accept those who are different. I have braved the judgmental glares, the whispered rumors, and the constant fear of being ostracized, all for the sake of protecting you. I'm not sure if your father was aware of the rejection I faced, or if he chose to turn a blind eye to it. Regardless, I want you to know that I will always be there for you, Nathalia. I will be your unwavering pillar of support, your fierce protector, and your guiding light in the darkness.Unfortunately, I am truly sorry that they have forced us to live in hiding due to the merciless policy towards rogues in this area. It breaks my heart that you, as a female omega, have been burdened with this life. I wish I could have returned to the pack with you to seek the answers we both yearned for, but unfortunately, we were not given that opportunity or choice. Despite being considered a rogue, please know that my love for you knows no bounds and your worth surpasses anything they could ever comprehend. You are strong and resilient, and I am grateful to have you by my side. Let us continue to navigate this difficult path together and never forget that you are loved and valued.I understand that you may be feeling frustrated or confused about why I haven't shared certain information with you. However, please know that my actions are motivated by a deep concern for your safety. As we have been on the run, it has been necessary for us to keep a low profile and avoid drawing attention to ourselves.This includes not mentioning your father's name or pack, as I fear that this information could be used to track us down. Additionally, I want to assure you that I have taken steps to ensure that our situation is known to others who can help us. I have sent a letter to my parents' pack, the 'Arctic Paw Pack,' informing them of my pregnancy and the danger that we are in.It pains me to think that I won't be there to witness your triumphs and offer my unwavering support. But please understand that my absence does not diminish the love and pride I feel for you. As you navigate through life, remember that you possess an incredible strength within you. You are capable of achieving greatness, and I have no doubt that you will surpass all expectations. Embrace your inner omega, for it is a force to be reckoned with.Although I cannot physically guide you, know that my spirit will forever be intertwined with yours. I will be there in the gentle whispers of the wind, in the warmth of the sun's rays, and in the moments of quiet reflection. Seek solace in the knowledge that my love for you knows no bounds and transcends the limitations of the physical world.Harnessing your power may seem daunting, but trust in yourself and your abilities. Embrace the challenges that come your way, for they are opportunities for growth and self-discovery. Remember that true strength lies not in the absence of fear, but in the courage to face it head-on. Mastering your power will require patience, perseverance, and a profound understanding of yourself.Explore the depths of your being, uncover your passions, and nurture your talents. Allow yourself to make mistakes and learn from them, for it is through these experiences that you will truly come into your own. Though I may not be physically present, know that I am always watching over you, cheering you on from afar. I believe in you, my dear Nathalia, and I have faith that you will forge your own path and leave an indelible mark on the world.So, as you read these words, remember that my love for you is eternal. Embrace the strength within you, and let it guide you towards a future filled with endless possibilities. You are capable of greatness, and I am honored to have been a part of your journey, even if only for a fleeting moment.The clover birthmark on your left shoulder is not just a simple mark on your skin. It is a symbol of your unique ability, a gift that only a few possess. This ability allows you to do things that others cannot, to handle the earth and air in a way that is beyond the comprehension of most people. However, with great power comes great responsibility. If others were to discover your ability, they could potentially use it for their own selfish purposes.They could manipulate you, control you, or even harm you in order to gain access to your gift. That is why it is crucial that you keep your birthmark hidden from the world. Only those who you trust completely should know about your ability. Even then, you should be careful about how you use your gift, making sure that it is always for the greater good. Believe in yourself and your abilities.You have been given a special gift, and it is up to you to use it wisely. Remember that I have complete faith in you, and I know that you will make the right choices when the time comes.Love always,MomLooking around my room, I am immediately struck by the sight of the small bed that is neatly made up on the floor. It is a humble space where my mother and I had to huddle together to ward off the biting cold in this broken down hut. Holes riddle the roof, and cracked windows allow the elements to seep in. I am filled with gratitude that my mother was able to discover this place for us, despite its crumbling condition and far location. However, as I eagerly expect her return from her tireless efforts to secure our next meal, a feeling of anxiety begins to go through me. The passing time only increases my worry, as she should have returned by nowThe sensation in my stomach continues, refusing to leave, urging me to leave the safety of the cabin in search of my mother. While walking straight from the cabin door, I hear a cry. Without a moment's hesitation, I find myself sprinting towards the piercing sounds of her distress, my heart pounding with a mixture of fear and anticipation. Ho
As a small town appears in the distance, my attention is abruptly turned to my right by a sudden noise. The sharp and piercing sound, cuts through the calm atmosphere like a knife. Despite my best efforts, I struggle to identify the source of the sound, my ears straining to catch any clue that will help unravel the mystery. Was it a branch snapping under the weight of an animal? Or perhaps the rustling of leaves caused by a gust of wind? The uncertainty gnaws at me, filling me with a sense of unease. Shaking off the distraction, I continue my journey towards the town, determined to reach my destination. But just as I begin to regain my focus, a loud noise to my right startles me once again. This time, it was unmistakable – a deep growl that echoes through the air, sending shivers down my spine. My heart races, pounding against my chest like a wild animal desperate to escape its cage. With a mix of curiosity and dread, I turn to face the source of the disturbance, my eyes widening in
As I regain consciousness, I am immediately confronted with the stark truth of my environment. The biting cold air mercilessly penetrates my weak frame, leaving me trembling uncontrollably. It is as if I have been trapped in an icy void, where each exhale materializes as a reminder of where I am. Instantly, I become aware of the presence of Sir, his imposing figure casting a shadow over me; his body language is a blend of anger and unwavering authority. With a commanding gesture, he puts a drink to my lips and a small portion of food, offering me the vital nourishment that I so desperately need.As I gratefully accept his offering, I am fully aware of the hidden cost that comes with it. The taste of the liquid on my parched lips brings a fleeting sense of relief, as if something momentarily lights a spark of energy within me. The nourishment, although meager, offers a glimmer of hope in the midst of this bleak existence. However, with each bite and sip that I swallow, an unsettling fe
Once I have completed my meal and drink the limited amount of water he permits. He gradually rises from his seat and ominously shifts the chair away from the icy bed. As I avert my gaze towards the distant wall, tears stream down my face. While in the background, I can hear him retrieving an item from the assortment of objects he refers to as “toys.” Suddenly, without warning, a sharp, painful sensation pierces my hip, causing me to cry out in anguish from the impact. “Let the excitement begin, little omega. I have recently administered a single dose of a potent aphrodisiac through the needle you felt. Ensuring that you will soon experience heightened sexual desire.” His laughter resonates with a sinister tone, reflecting his malicious intent. As Sir spoke, my heart raced with a mixture of fear and anticipation. The potent aphrodisiac he has given me is something I have never experienced or heard of before. And the thought of being under its influence was terrifying. Sir's twisted gr
Out of nowhere, I am taken aback by the sound of footsteps drawing near. In an instant, a wave of optimism washes over me, as I realize that finally, someone has come to my aid. As the door gradually swings open, a dazzling beam of light floods the entire room, momentarily disorienting me. As I strain my eyes to see clearly, I am startled by a group of individuals dressed in law enforcement uniforms rushing towards me. However, my initial relief quickly dissipates when I realize that these are alphas, individuals who possess a commanding level of control akin to Sir. The memories of the harrowing pain and torment I endured under Sir's supervision, along with his "Toys," flood my mind. The mere thought of enduring further mistreatment from those in positions of power fills me with an overwhelming sense of fear and apprehension. In a state of sheer panic, I let out a piercing scream “No, please don't! Just let me die” while I thrash about uncontrollably, feeling my heart racing within
“Where is our granddaughter?” A lady's voice said. “Ma’am, before I can tell you anything, I have to know who you are even talking about?” the male nurse says. “Who the hell do you think we are talking about?” The man roars. “Your hospital contacted us and said you found our granddaughter and that she was severely hurt. So where the hell is she?” A man's angry voice said. “Sir, please quit roaring at me. I am trying to do my job,” the male nurse cried. As I lay in my bed, I am enveloped by the warmth of my covers. However, my peaceful sanctuary is disrupted by the chaotic symphony outside my room. The voices, a mixture of angry shouts and urgent pleas, seem to penetrate through the walls, disturbing the tranquility of my sleepy haven. Despite my desire to remain in a state of drowsiness, each word and syllable pierces through the haze, jolting me into a state of alertness that I am not yet ready to embrace. As time passes, the commotion outside seems to intensify, as if the wa
“Oh, my precious girl, you look so much like your mother.” Grandma cries as she slowly walks to the right side of my bed and grabs my shaky hand. With tears streaming down my face, I am overwhelmed by the sight of my family standing before me. It is a moment of disbelief, as I never thought I would see them again. The truth is, my mother could only mention me once while she was pregnant with me, as we were hiding in a dangerous forest at the time. It was not safe for her to stop and send more letters. Tragically, she was killed by an alpha during a hunting trip, while trying to provide food for us. The memory of her death still haunts me, causing me to whimper in pain. But as I look at my grandpa, I can see the deep sorrow in his eyes. Tears cascade down his face as he hears about my mother and her untimely demise. It is clear that the bond they share as a family is unbreakable, and her passing has affected them deeply. The expression of disbelief on his face also hints at the poss
With great effort, I slowly rise from the bed, feeling the weight of the physical toll my body has endured. Every movement is accompanied by a sharp pang of agony, but I push through it, determined to make my way towards the bathroom. It is there that I hope to find solace in a warm shower and the new clothes that my grandmother had thoughtfully purchased for me. As I gingerly step into the shower, the realization hits me that it has been an indeterminable amount of time since I last experienced the soothing sensation of warm water cascading over my weary form. Overwhelmed by a flood of emotions, I find myself unable to contain my sorrow. Tears mix with the comforting droplets, creating a bittersweet symphony of release. Gradually, as my sobs subside, I gather the strength to attempt washing my hair. However, the simple act proves to be a painful reminder of the toll my body has taken. Excruciating pain shoots through me, forcing me to cry out in anguish. In that moment of despair, th