Trapped By My Forbidden Alpha

“Mom!” I screamed, starting to panic, and became terrified as I saw a red hooded man appear behind her back, blood dripping dagger in his hand. I need to save her. 

“Give it up, Mia.” Dad’s ghostly voice wafts beside Mom. He is strapped to a giant tree.

“Run for your life. There’s nothing you can do.” He said disappointedly, “You were never qualified as an Alpha’s daughter.” 

No no no, I frantically shook my head. I can do this. I must do this. 

“You are a disappointment, Mia.” Mom looked at me, her eyes were indifferent. No mom, please don’t do this to me. Suddenly her face started to melt into formless blood, soaking in the fabric and forming a small puddle on the ground. 

‘Aahhhhh…’ shrill screams escaping mom’s lips started to echo throughout the forest. 

Nooooo! I screamed, and woke up. 

“Shut the fuck up! Everyone else is sleeping!” 

“I’m sorry.” I whispered. She didn’t bother to answer me back. 

It is a dream, a dream that has been haunting me ever since my parents died. Thanks to the scolding, I was now fully back to reality. 

After my parents died, Alpha Wyatt took over the pack. I am no longer the Alpha’s daughter but degraded as an Omega. The old room, gone. All the love and care, gone. I I now live in the omega dungeon, sharing a big room with nineteen other omegas. 

I sat up with difficulty. The wounds on my back hadn’t healed yet. When Alpha got angry, or he suffered some inconvenience or he just got bored, he would come down here and… well, basically used me as his punching bag. Sometimes to make sure his hands don’t get dirty, he would tell me to pick up a knife dipped in wolfsbane and cut up my arms, legs, and ribs until the blood would pour out. Wolfsbane injuries heal slower. They hurt more. 

Yesterday he slipped on the wet ground when I had been mopping, and his ankle twisted. Since it was obviously my fault in his eyes, I had to count down to twenty till he finished whipping me. 

I took out a piece of red silky fabric from my secret pocket that I sewed on my clothes. The cloth is old but the color is still vibrant as new. I held it tight and memorize my own thoughts. Today is the day that I’m going to make my parents proud. 

“Just wait and see.” I whispered, staring up at the ceiling, hoping they could hear me. 

Closing my eyes for a brief moment, I shook my head, and stood up on my feet to start the pack chores. 

As I was preparing the food, an old maid, Diana, who had been working as an omega in our pack for years and had always been the kind one to me, inched closer, sneaking an orange to me, “Happy eighteenth birthday, Mia.” she whispered with a small smile. 

I took it gratefully, sliding it into the pocket of my apron, “Thank you.” 

First birthday blessing. First gift. 

We continued to pretend to work closely as she whispered again attentively, “You are of age now. Are you looking forward to finding out who your mate is?” 

‘You will know what completion feels like when you find your mate,’ mama had said, ‘He’ll ignite an eternal fire in your heart that shall not be put out by anything or anyone.’ 

My heart sank when I thought about Mama. 

I resemble her very much in appearance. When I was little, whoever saw me would always say how I was the mini version of Miranda. They would see her shining brown eyes, curly hair, and small five feet five inches frame in me. She always held adorable little mischiefs and strong determination in those small eyes of hers. Despite being a luna of our pack, she was the person that brought soul and laughter to the whole packhouse. 

I looked like her. But I missed the look that she used to have in her eyes. Mine were filled with grief, covered in dark circles, and there was a cut on my right eyebrow where the hair didn’t grow anymore since the day alpha Wyatt had inflicted an injury on that spot. 

“Mate.” I savoured the word again as a quiet whisper. It is a privilege that I can not afford. But if there is anyone who might turn out be my mate then he would be… 

There was a knock at the kitchen door. Someone opened the door and immediately bowed, “Beta Liam.” 

Talk about the Devil! My fingers tightened in fists, my heart thrumming harder than ever. It’ll be convenient if we are mates. It’ll be good for the plan. Mia, you can do it. 

I took a deep breath. 

cool,’ I thought to myself, ‘Don’t reveal

I turned round to

Nothing. 

on his body,

be my mate. ‘But the heart

he came closer to me, I bowed,

has called you.” He said blankly, avoiding eye contact. The hurt that flashed across his eyes could not be missed.

called. Fear had

hid my trembling hands behind the apron, and stared into

have made the dessert for alpha. The one he eats daily with one extra spoon of

knew what I was talking about. He extended his hand, “Give it to me. I will present

eyes connecting with each other. A hint of a spiral of emotions

out of the packhouse and bringing me

terrible sign.

big stage in the middle, five werewolves were lined up there, strapped to

executioner. A smirk played on his thin lips. His bald head shined

is the princess!” he announced loudly as I got closer to the stage with a frightened expression, “want to see

up on the execution stage. I then recognized the

was a pack member who hadn’t hit me when everyone else in the hall had two days ago when I had spilled some

listen to me, did you?” Alpha Wyatt smirked at the people lined up, “this slut is pack property. Why do you show any sign of mercy to her when I say

leaned in closer to the cleaner’s face, spitting,

poor old cleaner was shaking like a dry leaf, unable to make any sound. Pleased with the sight of fear, Alpha Wyatt straightened and turned around to face me. His eyes were cold, and his face was filled with disgust for me, “Now you- you will fulfill alpha’s order. Come up here.” he picked up a thin, large knife,

like this! Why? I could not even say a word as I stood there, dumbfounded

came closer to the alpha, clinging to his arm and kissing the side of his face with wet kisses, “pretty sure she fucked all of them and then pretended to be a damsel in distress to gain their sympathy. Habits don’t die so easily,

my best friend five years ago when my parents had still been alive, ruling the pack as alpha and luna. When a sudden attack happened, killing my mom and

And then, instead of being my savior, she became one of my biggest bullies. Now

shook alpha’s arm to get his attention,

did not climb up on the stage to take the knife from his hand, he threw the knife right at my face. It flew past me, leaving a small cut on my cheek as

started!” his thundering voice

the overwhelming fear. I fell to my knees, my whole body shivering in fear, “Please… a- alpha. I can’t do

endured so much in these past five years. Humiliation, pain, physical wounds and more but this was not

nothing like this happens ever again! I am begging you.” Tears streamed down my face, making everything blurry. His green eyes still stared down at me with

and snatched Olivia closer to his body, groping her ass openly as he continued, “I should give you to Alpha Alessio maybe. Then you will know how merciful I am to my pack members.” a dirty smirk appeared on his face as he muttered, “Alessio has a way with women. I wonder what he will do to

my hand and forced me to hold the dagger tight, and then pulled my hand near the cleaner’s neck.

in excitement, “Come on, one slit on his throat, it’ll be over.” The blade shined a

out of his grasp,

his body trembling. Olivia hurriedly came

do it again. I spat out blood, even my tooth was shaking. Whatever happens now, at

a fit of hysterical laughter, tears streaming from his eyes. He grabbed my face and squeezing hard, “I take back

eyes. And before anyone could do anything, he took the dagger from me and slit the cleaner’s throat with one swipe. He dragged me

the least you can do

body slump down under the Cleaner’s dead body, Alpha Wyatt walked to the edge of the stage, his eyes never leaving my sight, “Alright, how

crawl on your knees to me and then bark like a dog, I might consider forgiving your

gaze briefly slid to Liam whose hands were clenched in tight fists. His face was set in a rock-hard, cold expression while he stayed rooted

still strapped to the

to flow down my cheeks as I obeyed and crawled to him on my hands and knees, holding back the sobs in my chest.

“Woof Woof.” 

he roared with laughter, patting my

Alpha Wyatt, “Alpha, Alpha Alessio is…” his voice