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

turned round to face him.

Nothing. 

black, roaring wolf tattoo on his chest. Except for the battle wounds on his body, his whole

respected everywhere and logically, would be a fitting person to be my mate. ‘But the

closer to me, I

The hurt that flashed across his eyes could

called. Fear

my trembling hands

with one extra spoon of

was talking about. He extended his hand, “Give it to me.

he asked. My hand touched his briefly, our eyes connecting with each other. A hint

of the packhouse and bringing me

a terrible

the middle, five werewolves were lined up there, strapped to a column.

in front of them like a proud executioner. A smirk played on his thin lips. His bald head shined under the sun, his

the stage with a frightened expression, “want to see your birthday

stared at the faces of the people who had been lined up on the execution stage. I then recognized the

wolfbane whips. The other one, was a pack member who hadn’t hit me when everyone else in the hall had two days ago when I had spilled some tea on the ground. The others had done the same, taking mercy on

me, did you?” Alpha Wyatt smirked at the people lined up, “this slut is pack property. Why do you show any sign of

cleaner’s face, spitting, “You think

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

the world things had turned out like this! Why? I could not even say a word as I stood there, dumbfounded and speechless.

face with wet kisses, “pretty sure she fucked all of them and then pretended to be a damsel in distress to gain

as alpha and luna. When a sudden attack happened, killing my mom and dad

my position was gone, she treated me like she never even knew me. And then, instead of being my savior, she became one of my biggest bullies. Now standing next to the thirty years old alpha Wyatt as his girlfriend, she found seeing me miserable entertaining.

take her as my maid?” she pouted and shook alpha’s arm to get his attention, “I want to see

remained indifferent, staring at me intently. When I 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 it

started!” his thundering voice shook

fear. I fell to my knees, my whole body shivering in fear, “Please… a- alpha. I

past five years. Humiliation, pain, physical wounds and more but this was not something that I could do to others.

sure that 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

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

hand and forced me to hold the dagger tight, and then pulled my

throat, it’ll be over.” The blade shined a dangerous silver light on his skin. One

hand out of his grasp, taking back control and throwing

body trembling. Olivia hurriedly came down and slapped me hard across my face,

to do it again. I spat out blood, even my tooth

out in a fit of hysterical laughter, tears streaming from his eyes.

evil look played in his 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 beside the corpse. The blood was gushing out of the cleaner’s veins pouring over

in, Princess” He whispered, “that’s the

his eyes never leaving my sight, “Alright, how

your knees to me and then bark like a

whose hands were clenched in tight fists. His face was set in a rock-hard, cold expression while he

was clear. Four people were still strapped to the colums. The price of their lives- my humiluation.

and crawled to him on my

“Woof Woof.” 

roared with laughter,

Wyatt, “Alpha, Alpha Alessio is…” his voice got lower as he