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. 

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

round

Nothing. 

hair. He had a black, roaring wolf tattoo on his chest. Except for the battle wounds on his body, his whole personality was like a

a fitting person to be my mate. ‘But the heart cannot be deceived,’ I thought gloomily.

to me, I bowed, “Beta Liam.”

avoiding eye contact. The hurt that flashed

stopped for a moment. It was never a good thing when Alpha called. Fear had already engulfed me. I can’t afford anything

breath, hid my trembling hands

dessert for alpha. The one he eats daily with one extra spoon

knew what I was talking about. He extended his hand,

our eyes connecting with each other. A hint

me out of the packhouse and bringing me

a terrible

middle, five werewolves were lined up

proud executioner. A smirk played on his thin lips. His bald head shined under the sun, his emotionless eyes slid to

I got closer to the stage with a frightened expression, “want to

the faces of the people who had been lined up on the execution stage. I then recognized the faces. All five of them were people who had briefly shown

that my wounds kept on bleeding from all 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 in the briefest moments. Lucky Diana. She doesn’t know that she dodged

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

spitting,

and his face was filled with disgust for me, “Now you- you will

world things had turned out like this! Why? I could not even say a word as I

slut seduces everyone!” Olivia giggled and came closer to the alpha, clinging to his arm and kissing the side of his face with wet kisses, “pretty

when my parents had still been alive, ruling the pack as alpha and luna. When a

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

shook alpha’s arm to get his attention, “I want to see something fun.

Wyatt 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 landed on the ground. It would have pierced my face if it had been just one inch to

started!” his thundering voice shook the ground,

overwhelming fear. I fell to my knees, my whole

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

this happens ever again! I am begging you.” Tears streamed down my face, making everything blurry. His green eyes

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

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

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

I broke down, snatching my hand out of his

Wyatt was caught unguarded. His rage rised, his body trembling. Olivia hurriedly came down and slapped

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

tears streaming from his eyes. He grabbed my face and squeezing hard, “I take back those words. You are

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

whispered, “that’s the least you

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 about since it’s your special day,

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

tight fists. His face was set in a rock-hard, cold expression while he stayed rooted to his spot.

strapped to the colums. The price of their

my cheeks as I obeyed and crawled to him on

“Woof Woof.” 

with laughter, patting my head.

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