AT Moonlight

"An Omega? She is a weak wolf; her identity will ruin our family," -Solene said as she looked uneasy, sweat all over her face as she paced around the room with her hands on her waist.

"I know, Solene. I needed the money and she was worth it." -Nikoilai reacted, showing off a very small bag of coins.

"She is a weakling! A bad luck, an Omega! Why didn't you find out who she was before bringing her into this Pack? Now they members of the pack are looking down on the supposed family she was adopted into. It's a good thing they don't know who she is"

Then she sat down on the soft mattress right opposite them as they stood. She poured in a jug of water into her glass and gulps it, cleaning off her sweaty skin with her cloth. The old lady lays down flat shutting her eyes and exhaling air.

After three seconds, she opened her eyes and called out to Lyra.

"Where is she? Where is that excuse of a wolf?"

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On a cold night, the moon was full and the lurking of the wolves could be heard from afar. The thought of anxiousness hit her as her eyes changed its color to gold.

She could feel her senses and her environment.

Then, stepped out from her room and went outside into the cold. But she didn't feel anything; it felt like she was being called from the unknown.

She went into the forests as if she knew her destination.

Then the soft call that woke her up decreased and her eyes changed to its normal color, she stood in fear, and tears rolled up in her eyes. She couldn't believe what she saw; it startled her as she made a move to run.

She woke up from her dream as sweats were filled up on her face with her heart racing most especially because Solene called out to her endlessly.

Then a loud yet rigid echo of her name was heard, she felt the voices that was doors away from her room.

Her heart palpated but not in excitement. She pushed her bed a little to the right and crawled into the big sized hole situated behind her bed stand.

It was her little secret; she closed the hole with her bed-stand and crawled away. As she crawled, a ray of sunlight shone on her face paving her way out and when the others were not looking, she grabbed the wooden buckets and ran off. Lyra was a weak omega yet beautiful, kind and selfless that her heart was so pure.

Her unique nature defined her inner wolf; she lived in the Crimson's pack with her foster family.

With the thought of her starting her life afresh with this new family seemed to have been the worst decision ever, she was maltreated all the time due to her weak nature which protruded as bad luck.

Lyra, being the weakest omega amongst her foster siblings; Emery and Zara was always very kind to them; she tolerated all insults and they despised her. They denied her in public and mistreated her.

Zara envied her the most due to her ravishing and alluring nature and decided to make her life a living hell. Even at the feet of mercy; Solene and Nikolai didn't love her like they did their children.

She had the power to feel, heal and control an element or a person. Even while she had these great powers, the pack viewed her as weak, Hence; bad luck. They hated her so much. She was on her way back when she saw a youngling sitting at the river bank crying.

She dropped her bucket and walked towards the youngling but as soon mason saw her come towards his direction he stopped crying for a second.

Lyra looked into the boy's eyes and caressed his face trying to numb his pain but she suddenly moved away from him and whimpered in fear, it was like a shock that penetrated into her, she was reminded of her dark past; a part of her she didn't want anybody to find out about.

She didn't want to frighten the youngling; she controlled a water bubble that splashed on him, making him chuckle.

At the sound of the big bell, she rushed and left. The big bell was rung whenever the Alpha was coming in for a visit but this time was different, the Alpha wasn't there rather the enforcers were trouping in with a violent rogue wolf. Lyra knew that wolf; she wondered what actually happened.

As she walked covering her face with her scarf, she tried eavesdropping on some people's conversation to find out what would happen to the wolf but instead she bumped into an enforcer; this attracted everyone's attention, at this point she was very scared.

Lyra lowered her gaze from Azura knowing fully well she was an enforcer, she didn't want to any more attraction, she started apologizing to her but Azura walked away reluctantly. This was a big relief on Lyra but it wasn't the end.

She turned around to see who was endlessly calling out her name while she covered her face; it was Solene, already walking towards her and continuously shouting her name; she forgot; she looked like she was about to explode.

As she got closer to Lyra, she removed the scarf and slapped her. The pack who pitied her when Azura was standing in front of her started mocking her and throwing her all sorts of insults.

Solene unveiling Lyra's face exposed that she was the wolf with the bad luck everyone was rumoring about. Lyra cried in pain not knowing which to endure.

That same day, she was starved and locked away in her room. Sometimes her mind would trace back to that awful day, the day her suffering started.

After she was done with Emery's and Zara's laundry, she prepared and served dinner for them while she ate the crumbles.

She couldn't resist the hunger. She laid down on her bed looking at the moon. She remembered Parker; the rogue wolf and the words of some people who discussed about it.

Some said the rogue wolf was to be transferred to the Dunson's pack and would be held hostage, others said he was going to be slaughtered for his crime.

To Lyra, transfer to the Lycan's King of Dunson's pack or being slaughtered was virtually the same thing.

Rumors had it that the Lycan king was ruthless and had no sympathy. His heart was simply black; He would slice a wolf's throat without hesitation just for staring into his eyes. She feared him and despised him, she would never forget what he did to her. It was because of him she was treated like a nobody and hoped to never cross paths.

The next day seemed like a beautiful day because Lyra sworn to not let anything her family do, get to her. She decided to smile and welcome whatever they threw at her, henceforth.

She prepared breakfast and scented very nice and sat by the corner watching them. As she sat looking at how happy her foster family treated her without any remorse, she was reminded of the last brutal maltreatment she got from them.

When the sun had set and everyone had started their day, she was alone at home as usual trying to put the house in order.

She heard a loud knock from the door, it was frightening but she was ready to transform if need be. She mustered all the bravery she could and opened the door; it was Nikoilai drunk to stupor but somehow he could hold himself.

She wasn't expecting him at that time, she offered him a glass of water like he instructed and headed to her room. After five minutes, she heard a loud bang on her door, Nikoilai forcefully dragged her to the bed, Lyra screamed for help but no help came, she continuously begged him and cried that she was just a child but he didn't listen, he forcefully raped her taking her precious virginity away from her and beating her till she couldn't get up.

And what broke her was the fact she explained everything to Solene but all cries fell on deaf ears. She was sad knowing her life would be like this forever until when Nikoilai finally called her to the living room joilting her out of her thoughts

Nikoilai began by encouraging her hard work and telling her how good she was as a daughter, he went further to remind her how he picked her up from a collapsing country and brought her into his home, that alone ached her heart but she still smiled at her him. Then, he said to her

"I need money, the Lycan king of Dunson's Pack has requested for someone to bear him a child and seeing you are a good fit though not quite the fortune I desire, you would reach the worth so pack your things and get ready we leave by dusk."

This statement pierced her heart, the same king who she despises, tears rolled down her cheeks while she begged. When she realized her cries fell on deaf ears, she ran into her room and locked it.

In haste; she gathered her things into a bag, wiped her tears and pushed her bed stand and crawled into the hole. She was able to escape but hid away from some men who she saw talking with her father, she suspected they were from Dunson's pack.

As she ran, she felt the ache in her chest, sweats all over her skin, her feet was red. She sat close to a dam and reached out for water to drink. And suddenly; a loud hit on her head was heard, she staggered turning around to see who it was and there, her eyes widened with fear and a glimpse of surprise, then she fell to the ground.

"Ah!"

She groaned in pain rubbing the back of her head trying to ease the pain. She was unsure of where she was as she rubbed her puffy eyes letting out a tiring yawn.

She couldn't move, her hands were tied up and her legs were chained in a cage. She wanted to scream but her eyes darted around observing the tall forests and animals.

Then her mind flashed back, she remembered how she ran away from her father and the enforcers down to when she received a forceful hit on her head causing her to fall unconscious.

Tears rolled down her eyes as it looked like she had finally gotten a clearer view of the person that did this to her; It was Solene, she cried wondering what she actually did to deserve such cruelty.

It took them two long days to reach their stop, Lyra after witnessing what her foster parents did to her; was broken-hearted; she was passed out for over five hours and woke up only to see herself tied up like a prisoner.

Luckily for her, she managed to get the ropes off her hand and clean her red colored hands. She yelled for help as she touched the rails of the cage she was in, it gave her instant electrocution which resulted in her passing out.

Minutes later, she was awake; she made sure not to touch the rail by sitting away from the rail also trying to shield herself from the hot sun. She asked for water from the enforcers who drove her in her cage and sat in front while the horses carried them but no response; it was indeed tiring as luck seemed to have been far from her.

She sat looking at the new environment lost in thoughts. Hopefully, she finds her destined mate and lives happily but destiny had other plans.

They finally arrived at Dunson's pack and she was brought out from the cage and was handed over to the Head servant; Seraphine.

She smiled at poor Lyra and held her by the arm while leading into the palace.

Behind them were three maidens who accompanied knowing fully well what all this was about. Lyra admired the palace and glittering gold shone around that magnified the beauty of the palace.

Seraphine offered her a glass of water and she gulps it down her throat, it amazed the maidens but not the head servant, she understood her pain and what dilemma she must have been through.

Damien, the Lycan king was ruthless and he impacted that fearless attribute to all enforcers and Lyra being a weak Omega, to be added, would attract such cruelty from them.

As they continued walking, Azura walked passed them without looking at Lyra, she recognized that face but as she was still trying to put her thoughts right, Seraphine pushed opened a door in front of them and led her inside.

She was surprised at how beautiful and fashion designed a room could be like; it reminded her of her own small room back at Crimson. One of the maidens came in with a tray of food while the other two set up a hot water bath for her.

She was pleased at such services and glad she wouldn't be hearing the nagging of her sisters and unending abuse from her parents. After she was made welcomed and settled; she laid on her bed wondering what was next.

She liked the comfort but the king seemed to be her point of interest based on the cruel things he has done, she wondered what would happen but all this wasn't necessary like she presumed. If her parents just loved her the way she did towards them, she wouldn't be sold off to someone who might not love her.

It deeply made her sad, what exactly did she do to deserve such wickedness? She thought to herself. While she was in her world of thoughts, a soft yet loud knock was heard; this jolted her out of her thoughts. She turned around to see who it was and then a maiden came in.

"The Lycan King has requested for your presence."

-The maiden said as she lowered her gaze.

The other maiden assisted her with her bath; she put on a nice scented perfume and brushed her hair down. She looked elegantly beautiful and when they were done, they headed to his room.

Lyra came in admiring how well furnished his room was and when she saw him, she looked scared and nervous, she very well knew that face, the same face that gave her sleepless nights. Her gaze dropped and she started sweating. Just like his heart was cold, his face sent no good pleasantries. He had a dark, cold and distant aura and this attracted fear in her eyes but there was no doubt that he wasn't handsome.

She admired his physique and was instantly drawn to him. He was scary but flawlessly beautiful. As he paced around, to get a drink for himself, he offered her a glass.

"Lyra, is it?" - Damien asked.

She nodded gently with her face fixed downwards.

"You understand why you are here or do I need to run down the details?"

As he spoke to her, he liked what he saw, her scent was attractive and her skin made him want her but Lyra had a war within her.

"I do, my king" - she answered him.

Damien sipped his wine and Lyra whom had been fighting within herself pulled towards Damien; it was the strong undeniable mate bond. At that moment, a strong connection was felt and she didn't know what or how to think.

And then, her inner wolf let out a soft moan calling Damien her mate.

He gave her a strong push which made her fall to the ground, he felt disgusted, she didn't know how to explain, she just sat there crying and listening to the awful words that proceeded out from Damien's mouth.

"Do you actually think I would be mated to such weak and low-life omega like you? You must be stupid to think like that." - Damien angrily said.

He called out to the guards.

"Take her away from me! Throw her into the dungeons." - He added.

She was dragged away from his room and locked away from the palace into the dark dungeons.

Days passed, so did Lyra starve. No matter how she screamed for mercy, no one came to her aid. She almost gave up, her life was nothing as normal in the dungeons; it was dark and stinky.

She couldn't help but lie down and force herself into sleeping. If only she had control of her wolf, this wouldn't have happened.

She tried consoling herself into thinking this kind of things are normal but she couldn't. Instead; she was full of regret and sadness, she was thirsty and hungry.

Damien on the other hand, was not so comfortable with her being in the dungeons, he sent the guards to feed her something. All he thought about was Lyra with her wonderful scent and beautiful shape, he lusted after her.

He craved her like he had done no other woman and when he couldn't hold it anymore, he sent the guards for her release which they did instantly.

After her release, the maidens fed her; she gulps down every chunk of food. Then, gave her a very hot bath and washed her properly.

A message was sent for her saying the king urgently had to see her. She wondered what he wanted from her and she made sure to keep her wolf in check. It was late at night and so she decided to wear a beautiful black night gown.

She oiled her skin and applied a nice scented perfume on her body. She stood up looking at herself at the mirror. Though in pains, she smiled knowing she couldn't disobey his commands and prepared for him to come.

Minutes later, he walked into the room; He saw how ravishing and beautiful she looked. While she sat on the bed holding her hand nervously, he moved towards her slowly and aimed for her neck, she couldn't resist it as she softly moans.

He laid her down and caressed her face. As he touched her, he pressed her wounds and she groaned but Damien didn't care. He spread out her legs and slides his two fingers beneath her; he gently shifts her pants and kisses her tender neck and bites her lower lip; they feel each other's breath.

Lyra wanted him just like he did her, and wished he would rather go gentler with her but he had other plans. He slowly removed her pants and untied her robe exposing her inner wear. He caressed her soft tender skin and kissed her body.

She lets out soft moans, Damien dragged her towards the end of the bed and quickly turned her around in a quite aggressive manner. It was obvious he had changed into a monster within a minute; he unhooked his belt and tied it around her neck.

At that moment, Lyra couldn't breathe properly, he held her hands backwards revealing marks around her arms and he forcefully led his way in, he was inside her this time and continuously had his way with her.

He used his other belt and flogged her mercilessly while she groaned.

She cried revealing she was in so much pain. He held her tight and when he was at his peak, he forcefully dragged her by the hair and released till satisfaction.

He quickly wore his cloth and left leaving Lyra in a damaged state, she laid there naked and helpless. She tried getting up to clean herself but all to no avail and suddenly, she couldn't breathe well.