Mated To An Untamed Alpha

AMELIA'S POV

"Amelia!"

I cussed under my breath at the sound of my name from the devil's mouth; my name in her mouth will forever be my worst nightmare.

"Don't let me call you again, or your punishment will be doubled." She said that each word had an undertone that sent chills down my spine. She was always impatient when it came to melting out punishment.

I paused the cleaning I was doing and rushed to her room, or, should I say, hell room. She was waiting by her makeup table with her hands crossed and her signature death glare on her face.

"Why is my table dusty?" She asked, her eyebrows raised, her eyes boring into my skull.

I avoided her eyes and kept my head slightly bowed as the hierarchy demanded a maid for Luna.

"Huh?" I asked, confused. I had just cleaned the table, so how could it be dusty?

I felt a hard slap on the side of my head, making me wince. "I don't repeat myself," she said, her voice dripping with venom. Where she had hit me stung, but I dared not do anything.

"I just cleaned the table, Luna Chloe. I don't know how it is dusty," I replied with a shaky voice.

"So you are insinuating that I am a liar?" She asked, her eyes narrowing into deadly slits.

"No, no, Luna."

I was interrupted by another hard slap and my ear being pulled. I whimpered from the pain, following whatever she pulled at, or else I could risk detaching it from my head.

"Please, ma, please, Luna... I will clean them again." I begged as tears gathered in my eyes from the pain.

She finally let go and hissed, "Everywhere in the room should be spotless; clean everything again, or else I will pull your ear from your head," she said.

"Yeah, ma," I said quickly with a nod. It was already noon, and I had yet to eat anything. I spent the entire morning cleaning her room, and now she wanted me to spend the entire afternoon cleaning it again.

She walked past me while muttering, "Such a useless existence, beauty without brains; I will show you why I'm Luna and you are just a filthy maid.".

As soon as she left, I slumped in relief. Her presence always had me on edge, and thinking about it was not surprising because she seemed to have a personal beef with me. She was the devil's incarnate and was known for her wickedness towards the maids, but for some reason, mine was double wickedness. I heard from other maids that it was because she felt insecure about her appearance, so she chose to torment those who were prettier than her. Some also said she didn't want any females to attract the alpha with their beauty, so she mistreated the maids, especially the most beautiful ones, of which I turned out to be one.

I never understood the logic of being punished or treated like trash for something I can't control, but then, who am I to resist?

I was an orphan with nobody, and I was also an Omega with a weak wolf; that was the bare bottom of the werewolf hierarchy. Life was pure hell for people like me; it was the ultimate torture.

People had a permanent mocking glance for me, and their words were anything but sweet.

"Mutt"