Fated Then Forsaken

Amara's POV

It was midnight, that was all I knew. I had woken up from a deep slumber due to the noise. With sleepy eyes, I rose up from bed. I was tempted to call Amy, my personal maid, but I decided to be considerate. The poor girl must be sleeping too.

I opened my windows only to see flames. Several buildings in our mansion were burning already. I could see armed men running around, some of them were headed for my room.

I knew what it was, a rebellion which came later than anyone would anticipate.

I decided to run out before they could get to me but the moment I opened the door, I found the men at my door. Two of them grabbed me, dragging me like a thief caught in the market.

"We got Amara! Inform others!" one of them shouted. I was thrown into a cell in the prison and in the morning, I got what happened.

My father's reign as Alpha was officially over and the leader of the rebellion, Theron Ashvale, would take charge as the Alpha now. I was scared as I heard the news, of course. My mother died that night while trying to escape and my father had been captured. It was said that Alpha Theron's first judgment would be to my father. I was dragged along to the market-square and made to watch the panel which Alpha Theron presided over, condemning my father to death.

"You have led our noble pack for the previous years as if you have contempt for it. Your tyranny has no bounds. Shall we talk about your countless unnecessary executions or mass killings? You've been known to take other men's mates as your concubines and you have spent more time whoring and drinking than ruling this pack wisely!" Alpha Theron said firmly, his voice resounded and I could sense the authority he established. The market-square overflowed with people but a single sound couldn't be heard. It was as silent as a grave.

"I am a man of dignity," my father muttered.

"No, you're not!" Alpha Theron interrupted.

"I won't have a rebel question my dignity. You are nothing but an usurper, Theron!" my father shouted.

"It might interest you..." Alpha Theron paused. "...that none of the military officials went against the rebellion last night. We burned places in your mansion but no one died except for your family members who jointly ruined this pack. Isn't that something surprising?"

I watched as my father tried to stand up. The soldiers forced him down and from there, the angry crowd began to throw him stones.

"Kill him! Shut his lying mouth!" the crowd shouted. It was an angry mob who wanted my father's head. Right, all what they said about my father was true. He was a tyrant, a bad Alpha.

On that day, he lost his head. Every other person who had the surname "Ashbourne" died too.

Except me.

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"The dishes... I have to tell you before they're washed, huh!" Mama hit me with the wooden spatula in her hand. I groaned in pain before crawling over to do the dishes.

Mama wasn't her real name, it was what we called her. She was in charge of the maids in the Alpha's mansion and no one knew her real name. They called her Mama because supposedly, she was like a mother to young maids. However, she was nowhere worthy of that name, at least to me.

I wasn't killed because Alpha Theron had shown mercy. However, I could not return to my old life either. I was degraded to be an omega and I began slaving for the same people my father had tormented. It had been five years but I could remember that market-square as if it happened yesterday. I didn't close my eyes when my father was beheaded, I watched his head roll and blood stain the executor.

Even now, there were tears in my eyes.

"Hurry up!" that was another tap with the spatula from Mama. It dawned on me that I had been thinking instead of working.

I had gotten excellent with house chores and even now, I was one of the most efficient maids. I was the least appreciated too. Immediately after doing the dishes, I was to follow the maids assigned to wash clothes at the river. My own pile was the largest and instead of complaining, I picked it up.

"She could have been the Alpha's heiress," I heard one of the maids say. They were doing it again, talking about me.

I decided to walk fast. I wasn't in the mood to hear their gossip.

"But they cut her father's head off. I saw his ugly head!" another chirped in. The girls began to laugh and even though I was boiling inside, I struggled to walk faster. It seemed they were intentionally trying to hurt me because they ran to catch up with me.

"What about her mother?" one of them asked. Hearing that sent a loud signal in my ears.

"That bitch..." another answered. "I heard she was trying to run away. A lucky guard grabbed her quickly and tore off her clothes. Her mother must have been raped before she got killed. Never saw her but I heard she was a pretty bitch, the guard was a lucky one."

I couldn't listen to them badmouth my mother. Unlike my father, my mother was actually kind. She raised me to be the opposite of my father and she was kind to everyone she saw.

I turned around and faced them.

"What did you say about my mother?" I asked as I continued to breathe heavily. I was so angry at this point and they seemed to know it.

"I said she was a glorified bitch. Everyone knows she was a local prostitute before your evil father found her," the girl replied courageously. Unable to control myself, I went for her. I tried slapping her but I missed. The girl punched me in the nose and I found myself bleeding.

"Take her down!" She ordered the others. I felt several hands on me there. I was pinned to the ground, stripped of my clothes, and beaten by the girls. They forced sand into my mouth and spat on my face. By the time they were done with me, I was exhausted and with several injuries. I couldn't move so I believed I must have a broken rib or two.

"You are Amara and you are a lesser person!" the girl shouted at me. "Your father is a tyrant and your mother is a slut. You are a loser. The next time you pull this off will be the day you die."

The girls left after that while I remained there with pains all over my body. It took a long time before I could stand up and head to the river to wash the clothes.

In fact, being able to wash those clothes was a miracle. I cried not only out of pain but of regret. If I hadn't been born, I wouldn't need to go through this. I wasn't angry at the girls, I was angry at my father whose tyranny caused me this pain.

I made a decision to die. Ending my life would end the pain. I looked at the river, it was my best shot since I couldn't swim.

I jumped into the river and I began to drown. I knew I wanted death but within the next seconds, I was calling out for help. Even death seemed painful. Luckily, a man nearby pulled me out of the river. I was coughing hard as I had drunk a lot of water.

"Silly girl," the man told me before he left. I could tell that he knew I tried to take my life.

Anyway, I went back to the mansion with the clothes I had washed. It was dark already and I had spent more than the time allocated. Mama was waiting for me.

"Why were you late?" Mama asked.

"I was..." I tried.

"Don't bother," Mama interrupted rudely. "You shall have no dinner."