AT MOONLIGHT

"An Omega? she is a weak wolf, her identity will ruin our family." - Solene said as she looked uneasy, sweats all over her face as she paced around the room with her hands on her waist.

"I know, Solene. I needed the money and she was worth it." -Nikoilai reacted, showing off a very small bag of coins.

"She is a weakling! A bad luck, an Omega! Why didn't you find out who she was before bringing her into this Pack? Now they members of the pack are looking down on the supposed family she was adopted into. It's a good thing they don't know who she is"

Then she sat down on the soft mattress right opposite them as they stood. She poured in a jug of water into her glass and gulps it, cleaning off her sweaty skin with her cloth. The old lady lays down flat shutting her eyes and exhaling air.

After three seconds, she opened her eyes and called out to Lyra.

"Where is she? Where is that excuse of a wolf?"

She woke up from her unending dream about her mate, the satisfying and relieving smile on her face proved she desired to find her destined mate. Then a loud yet rigid echo of her name was heard, she felt the voices that was doors away from her room.

She woke up in a bit of a rush and tipped toed to the wall trying to eavesdrop and behold, she heard everything. Her heart palpated, not in excitement and at the sound of her name.

She pushed her bed a little to the right and crawled into the big sized hole situated behind her bed stand. It was her little secret; she closed the hole with her bed-stand and crawled away.

As she crawled, a ray of sunlight shone on her face paving her way out and when the others were not looking, she grabbed the wooden buckets and ran off. Lyra was a weak omega yet beautiful, kind and selfless that her heart was so pure. Her unique nature defined her inner wolf; she lived in the Crimson's pack with her foster family.

With the thought of her starting her life afresh with this new family seemed to have been the worst decision ever, she was maltreated all the time due to her weak nature which protruded as bad luck.

Lyra, being the weakest omega amongst her foster siblings; Emery and Zara was always very kind to them; she tolerated all insults and they despised her. They denied her in public and mistreated her.

Zara envied her the most due to her ravishing and alluring nature and decided to make her life a living hell. Even at the feet of mercy; Solene and Nikolai didn't love her like they did their children.

On the other hand, Solene hated Lyra; she despised her more than anything, even while she loved her like her own. The most interesting and hidden truth about her is the fact that she was so much powerful just like any other wolf but knowing fully well what her inner wolf ranked, she was scared and decided to hide it. She had the power to feel, heal and control an element or a person.

Even while she had these great powers, the pack viewed her as weak, Hence; bad luck. They hated her so much. She was on her way back when she saw a youngling sitting at the river bank crying. She dropped her bucket and walked towards the youngling but as soon mason saw her come towards his direction he stopped crying for a second.

Lyra looked into the boy's eyes and caressed his face trying to numb his pain but she suddenly moved away from him and whimpered in fear, it was like a shock that penetrated into her, she was reminded of her dark past; a part of her she didn't want anybody to find out about. Tears rolled up in her eyes.

She didn't want to frighten the youngling; she controlled a water bubble that splashed on him making him chuckle.

At the sound of the big bell, she rushed and left. The big bell was rung whenever the Alpha was coming in for a visit but this time was different, the Alpha wasn't there rather the enforcers were trouping in with a violent rogue wolf. Lyra knew that wolf; she wondered what actually happened.

As she walked covering her face with her scarf, she tried eavesdropping on some people's conversation to find out what would happen to the wolf but instead she bumped into an enforcer; this attracted everyone's attention, at this point she was very scared. She lowered her gaze from Azura and started apologizing but she walked away reluctantly. This was a big relief on Lyra but it wasn't the end.

She turned around to see who was endlessly calling out her name while she covered her face; it was Solene, already walking towards her and continuously shouting her name; she forgot; she looked like she was about to explode. As she got closer to Lyra, she removed the scarf and slapped her. The pack who pitied her when Azura was standing in front of her started mocking her and throwing her all sorts of insults.

Solene unveiling Lyra's face exposed that she was the wolf with the bad luck everyone was rumoring about. Lyra cried in pain not knowing which to endure.

On a cold night, the moon was full and the lurking of the wolves could be heard from afar. The thought of anxiousness hit her and as she woke up, her eyes changed its color to golden. She could feel her environment.

She stepped out from her room and went outside into the cold. But she didn't feel anything; it felt like she was being called. She went into the forests as if she knew her destination.

Then the soft call that woke her up decreased and her eyes changed to its normal color, she stood in fear, and tears rolled up in her eyes. She couldn't believe what she saw; it startled her as she made a move to run but she couldn't.

Suddenly she woke up from her dream with sweats dripping from her face and her heart racing. She could only comfort herself by thinking good thoughts.

Sometimes her mind would trace back to that awful day, the day her suffering started.

After she was done with Emery's and Zara's laundry, she prepared and served dinner for them while she ate the crumbles. She couldn't resist the hunger. She laid down on her bed looking at the moon. She remembered Parker; the rogue wolf and the words of some people who discussed about it.

Some said the rogue wolf was to be transferred to the Dunson's pack and would be held hostage, others said he was going to be slaughtered for his crime. To Lyra, transfer to the Lycan's King of Dunson's pack or being slaughtered was virtually the same thing.

Rumors had it that the Lycan king was ruthless and had no sympathy. His heart was simply black; He would slice a wolf's throat without hesitation just for staring into his eyes.

The next day seemed like a beautiful day because Lyra sworn to not let anything her family do, get to her. She decided to smile and welcome whatever they threw at her, henceforth.

She prepared breakfast for them and sat by the corner. Thoughts struck her mind as she was reminded of the last brutal maltreatment she got from them.

When the sun had set and everyone had started their day, she was alone as usual trying to put the house in order. She heard a loud knock from the door, it was frightening but she was ready to transform if need be.

She mustered all the bravery she could and opened the door; it was Nikoilai.

She wasn't expecting him at that time, she offered him a glass of water like he instructed and headed into her room but she heard a loud bang of her door causing it to open widely, leaving Lyra in shock. Nikoilai forcefully dragged her to the bed while Lyra cried for help, she pleaded and begged him till she was weak and when he raped her, he beat her up making sure she keeps quiet. She could only endure the continuous pain.

She was sad knowing her life would be like this forever until when Nikoilai finally called her to the living room jolting her out of her thoughts.

Everybody was seated having their meal when Nikoilai and Solene was seen throwing glances until he finally said something.

Nikoilai began by encouraging her hard work and pleasantly telling her how good she was as a daughter, he went further to remind her how he picked her up from a collapsing country and brought her into his home, that alone ached her heart but she still smiled at her him. Then, he said to her

"I need money, the Lycan king of Dunson's Pack has requested for someone to bear him a child and seeing you are a good fit though not quite the fortune I desire, you would reach the worth so pack your things and get ready we leave by dusk."

This statement pierced her heart, the same king who she despises, tears rolled down her cheeks while she begged. When she realized her cries fell on deaf ears, she ran into her room and locked it.

In haste; she gathered her things into a bag, wiped her tears and pushed her bed stand and crawled into the hole. She was able to escape but hid away from some men who she saw talking with her father, she suspected they were from Dunson's pack.

As she ran, she felt the ache in her chest, sweats all over her skin, her feet was red. She sat close to a dam and reached out for water to drink. And suddenly; a loud hit on her head was heard, she staggered turning around to see who it was and there, her eyes widened with fear and a glimpse of surprise, then she fell to the ground.