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Second Mate,Fated Love

Lindalyn
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Chapter 1 A Child's Burden

Dora's POV

I used to think that only in movies do children suffer because of their parents' mistakes, until it happened to me.

Every night, I cried silently into my pillow. My heart was heavy with pain. I didn't understand anything, anything at all.

The saddest part was, life had turned into a nightmare I couldn't wake up from.

I remember that morning, I woke up with a terrible headache. My head felt like it was going to explode. I had been drinking the night before, more than usual. I just wanted to forget my pain, I wanted to forget my worries, even if it was for a short while.

Everyone in the pack believed my parents killed the Alpha. Because of that, they hated me too. But how could they believe that? They saw me as a traitor's daughter. I still remember the day everything changed.

The pack soldiers were going from house to house, looking for the people who killed the Alpha. My parents were missing, and no one could find them anywhere in the pack.

Then, one of the soldiers kicked open our front door.

"Where are those traitors? Where are they?... Speak!" he shouted angrily.

I was hiding, i was watching them from the top of the house where I had seen them coming earlier. My heart was beating fast. I was terrified they would find me and kill me too.

They searched the whole house and threw everything around. I couldn't understand why my parents would do something so terrible and then leave me behind to suffer for it. It hurt me so much.

Suddenly, I felt a strong hand grab me from behind. One of the soldiers had found me.

"There's a cub here... what do we do with her?" he asked, his eyes were full of anger and hatred. He looked like he wanted to hurt me badly. My heartbeat quickened, I knew he was just waiting for someone to tell him to kill me.

"Don't touch the child. We're taking her to the pack house," another soldier said.

By then, the news had spread. Everyone knew what my parents were accused of. As they dragged me through the pack, people came out of their homes. Some stood by their windows, whispering and pointing. Others cursed me and threw things at me. I cried hard, I was only a child, not understanding why this was happening to me. I was only twelve.

When we reached the pack house, I remembered it was only my third time there. The first two times, my parents were invited for dinner, and they took me along. But this visit was different, this time, I was not welcome.

The soldier holding me pushed me roughly, and I fell on my stomach. I winced in pain.

"Here's the traitor's seed, Alpha. We were going to kill her, but we brought her here so you could decide," he said coldly.

I could tell this soldier hated me deeply. Maybe he had a personal grudge against my parents. His eyes showed no pity, no pity at all. I could only see rage.

The acting Alpha looked at me with disgust. He wasn't the kind man I remembered from before. He looked like someone who had been through a lot. His clothes reminded me of the kings in that Game of Thrones series I used to watch with my parents.

He was the Alpha now because his brother, the real Alpha, had just died. I guessed his nephew, Ronald, was probably my age and too young to lead.

I gathered my courage and begged for mercy.

"Please, I don't know anything. I don't even know what's going on," I said, putting my hands together like I was praying.

But the Alpha didn't look at me. He didn't move.

"You'll live, but only under one condition," he said coldly. "You'll stay in this pack, under my watch. You have no home anywhere else. If you try to run, you'll be killed."

Two soldiers were assigned to watch me every day. It felt like I was a prisoner.

It broke my heart that I was being punished for something I didn't do. I was just a child. I didn't even know how to hold a weapon, let alone use one.

Now, years later, I still wake up feeling empty. My parents had keft me, i had been captured and to think of it, I didn't know my purpose being alive anymore.

That morning was no different from the others. My head still hurts from the alcohol. I looked around my messy room. It was part of my routine to clean it up, so I slowly picked up the scattered items.

I had drunk four bottles of whiskey the night before. I was becoming a drunk, slowly. But it was the only thing that helped numb the pain inside me.

I stood in front of the mirror. I looked so thin. I hadn't realized how much I had changed, j couldnt recognise the reflection i was seeing. All the thinking, the stress, the sadness, it was all showing on my face and body.

Since I was a child, I had dreamed of becoming a Luna. I used to watch the mating ceremonies and hoped one day I'd find my mate too. That dream used to keep me going.

Now, I didn't know what the future held for me anymore.

My eighteenth birthday was just a few months away. I still held on to hope, maybe something good would come out of it. Maybe I could finally find peace or love. But until then, I had to survive the pain I was feeling now.

I looked up at the ceiling, feeling the weight of everything pressing down on me. My chest was tight, and my eyes were already burning with tears. I refused to let fall. Slowly, I closed my eyes, I took a shaky breath, and whispered a prayer to the Moon Goddess, the only one I thought might still be listening.

"Please... help me," I whispered, my voice barely louder than a breath.

"Please don't let this be my end. Show me a way out of this pain. Give me the strength to survive."

            
            

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