The Rejected Mates Children

Any werewolf would tell you, the powers that came with being one, it’s insane, the power shift, it’s like you move from becoming this completely fragile being to something more, you could do more, I mean I could do more, except I couldn’t.

I was stuck being an omega wolf to my father, Atticus Nightshade; fastened under his belt, pressed underneath his thumb and that of my stepmother Lyra, his one true mate.

My mother? She wasn’t his mate, she was a hit and run and the gods saw it fit to bless them with me, that didn’t seat well with my father, but he went ahead with her and she died giving birth to me, and then he found his mate and they had three lovely kids together, Grace, Rowan and Hannah, forgetting me, kicking me to the side, making sure I remained their slave forever.

I remember the first day I shifted, they made sure I never fully completed my shift, keeping me in a dark room, breaking my shifts, I had my wolf but somehow, I couldn’t shift, making me more of a loner and a laughing stock in the Moonstone pack.

The Moonstone pack? The third most dangerous pack in the world, we had taken over much smaller packs around the globe and increased our territory, that’s how my dad met my mom, they attacked a pack and took her captive, they integrated them into the pack, although they were serving as omegas, the pack slaves, he fell for her and slept with her and then there’s me.

Elara Nightshade.

“Elara!!! What is this mistake?” I hear the loud shrill voice of my step mother calling from upstairs.

I immediately rush to see the “mistake”, before I can reach her I’m grabbed by the head, by nobody else but Rowan, he does this every morning, torment me, drag my hair, beat me if he’s feeling up for it, and then make me walk all the way to school even though he’s meant to drive all three of us.

“Rowan not today, you don’t want to hurt your fingers, what if you meet your mate today? what will happen? she will think you rough, Lyra my step mother says with a tone in her voice that you would think she’s speaking to a baby

“True”, he nods, “I don’t want her feeling uncomfortable, he drops my brown hair down my back, turning to the dining table and ignoring me like he was not about to probably punch the life out of me.

“Now Elera, what is this?” she turns to the food on the table, I told you to cut Hannah’s Pancakes as unicorns but you cut it as what?

“A horse?” I reply, of course I should know that reply would come with a slap.

…. whack…. I feel the slap before I hear it, I don’t know how I’ve not lost my hearing by now, but I guess perks of being a werewolf, healing quickly.

“how dare you speak to me that way!!!” she screams, grabbing the plate and smashing it against the side of my face.

I stand there and take it, I’m used to it, it’s been 19 years, at this point in my life, I realize, there’s nothing I can do about it, the moonstone pack are filled with the most vile and horrendous people, there are several omegas in the school I attend, we stay in different seats, we have our food in separate halls, they treat people who are not pureblood from the moonstone pack like slaves like we don’t deserve the same lives as them.

“Re-do the pancake for Hannah, I need them done in ten minutes.” She huffs walking away.

I walk towards the side of the kitchen to grab the vacuum cleaner, when my eyes meet with mine, my reflection stares back at me, my hair is oily and lays flat against my back, my blue eyes are not as bright as they used to be under the moonlight, my pink lips are permanently cast down in sadness, my nose stained with dark sooth from cleaning the chimney, early this morning, my body is covered by old thorn clothes in black and a large grey t-shirt and rubber slippers covering my feet, what a life.

While I clean, Grace comes in, grace is the first born of Atticus, my father and Lyra, she was treated like a princess growing up, I was not treated as a maid then, but it showed who the favorite child was.

She would get gifts on holidays, she was carried around to all the parties, she was an angel, people used to say when they come over, and I was treated like a doormat, I got all her leftovers, food, clothes, everything, till they decided I didn’t need them anymore.

“Ewwww, move away looser,” she walks past me, staring down at me in disgust, and she takes her place on the table, her bright blonde hair in a pony tail, pearls wrapped around her neck, probably real, the Nightshade family is one of the most richest and popular family in the pack, just not up there with royalty yet, so they go out of their way to look great.

Tears fill my eyes, nobody should be treated this way, if I can just escape, I know the nearest pack is the Ridge pack, if I would not die in the hands of rouges before I get there, but I would do it, to escape this horrible place.

“Today the palace is having a party, so everyone can find their mate, it is a full moon tonight, if anything, I think today is the day Zane finally sees me as his mate” Grace says, picking up a mirror and staring at her reflection like a doll