Betrayal. Such a straightforward word, yet so profound. Because I was brought into this world without my will, betrayal could be used to characterise my entire life. A youngster who was never intended to belong anywhere was unwanted and unloved. In the Novilunium Pack, my mother was an omega. Her nearly waist-length jet-black hair was styled in a low ponytail. She had gorgeous emerald eyes and thick chocolate skin. According to what I've heard, they were the darkest green, and gazing into them was like seeing directly into the skies. It was as though Aphrodite herself had visited and blessed my mother.
Betrayal.
Such a straightforward word, yet so profound.
Because I was brought into this world without my will, betrayal could be used to characterise my entire life.
A youngster who was never intended to belong anywhere was unwanted and unloved.
In the Novilunium Pack, my mother was an omega.
Her nearly waist-length jet-black hair was styled in a low ponytail. She had gorgeous emerald eyes and thick chocolate skin. According to what I've heard, they were the darkest green, and gazing into them was like seeing directly into the skies. It was as though Aphrodite herself had visited and blessed my mother.
According to what I've heard, she was a stunning dark chocolate wolf with white fur covering her tummy.
Because my mom passed away while giving birth to me, I've never met her.
Wolves who give birth to puppies without their partners run a higher risk of difficulties. The pups hardly ever even make it to birth, and those few that do usually pass away right afterwards.
A rogue wolf beat and sexually assaulted my mother, resulting in an unintended, difficult pregnancy.
Her and her wolf were broken because the rogue wolf had killed her mate when he tried to save her.
They claim that breaking a mate bond is worse than dying and is like getting stabbed a thousand times with knives covered in wolfsbane.
immediate, excruciating agony, then a gradual, enmity-inducing heat that burns your soul.
The night sky was torn by my mother's screams as she changed back into her human form. She sat transfixed in disbelief while clinging to her deceased partner.
The rogue trailed his target, keeping a close check on her with empty amber eyes while waiting for the right time to strike.
He let out a harsh howl, changing from his wolf form just as the heavens started to weep in sorrow over what was happening.
When the insane man seized hold of the woman who was lying in front of him, he sealed my fate as well as hers.
She made an effort to commit suicide in order to kill her pup, but her wolf half was stronger than the human side and prevented her from succeeding. Five agonising months later, Octavia Johnson and I were forced into this horrible world by no fault of our own.
In order to successfully return to our Moon Goddess and her Mate, the man I wish was my father, my lovely mother managed to do it when her wolf was still weak from giving birth to me.
I was smaller than the typical pup due to the difficult pregnancy, so it was only natural that everyone believed I was a burden to the pack. I would never be welcomed or loved again because of a disease that was afflicting the pack at the time.
There has never been a successful, confirmed live birth of a bastard pup from a mated she-wolf in the history of our pack or those in America. I am the first and most likely the only pup to have been born by a man who was not mated to my mother and have survived.
I don't understand why the Moon Goddess chose me or why she allowed me to live while my mother was forced to go. I wish I could change my destiny after being born into such a vicious group.
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