Mated To An Untamed Alpha

AMELIA'S POV

"Amelia!"

I cussed under my breath at the sound of my name from the devil's mouth; my name in her mouth will forever be my worst nightmare.

"Don't let me call you again, or your punishment will be doubled." She said that each word had an undertone that sent chills down my spine. She was always impatient when it came to melting out punishment.

I paused the cleaning I was doing and rushed to her room, or, should I say, hell room. She was waiting by her makeup table with her hands crossed and her signature death glare on her face.

"Why is my table dusty?" She asked, her eyebrows raised, her eyes boring into my skull.

I avoided her eyes and kept my head slightly bowed as the hierarchy demanded a maid for Luna.

"Huh?" I asked, confused. I had just cleaned the table, so how could it be dusty?

I felt a hard slap on the side of my head, making me wince. "I don't repeat myself," she said, her voice dripping with venom. Where she had hit me stung, but I dared not do anything.

"I just cleaned the table, Luna Chloe. I don't know how it is dusty," I replied with a shaky voice.

"So you are insinuating that I am a liar?" She asked, her eyes narrowing into deadly slits.

"No, no, Luna."

I was interrupted by another hard slap and my ear being pulled. I whimpered from the pain, following whatever she pulled at, or else I could risk detaching it from my head.

"Please, ma, please, Luna... I will clean them again." I begged as tears gathered in my eyes from the pain.

She finally let go and hissed, "Everywhere in the room should be spotless; clean everything again, or else I will pull your ear from your head," she said.

"Yeah, ma," I said quickly with a nod. It was already noon, and I had yet to eat anything. I spent the entire morning cleaning her room, and now she wanted me to spend the entire afternoon cleaning it again.

She walked past me while muttering, "Such a useless existence, beauty without brains; I will show you why I'm Luna and you are just a filthy maid.".

As soon as she left, I slumped in relief. Her presence always had me on edge, and thinking about it was not surprising because she seemed to have a personal beef with me. She was the devil's incarnate and was known for her wickedness towards the maids, but for some reason, mine was double wickedness. I heard from other maids that it was because she felt insecure about her appearance, so she chose to torment those who were prettier than her. Some also said she didn't want any females to attract the alpha with their beauty, so she mistreated the maids, especially the most beautiful ones, of which I turned out to be one.

I never understood the logic of being punished or treated like trash for something I can't control, but then, who am I to resist?

I was an orphan with nobody, and I was also an Omega with a weak wolf; that was the bare bottom of the werewolf hierarchy. Life was pure hell for people like me; it was the ultimate torture.

People had a permanent mocking glance for me, and their words were anything but sweet.

"Mutt"

"Rabid dog"

"Weak wolf

"Sad excuse of a wolf"

The insults never end; every day I hear them from people so much that I do not even feel anything. Their words were like hard bricks, but I was numb to them at this point.

The only way I could liberate myself from such fate was by finding my mate, but that too was looking so impossible with my ill luck.

Ever since I was a child, I kept dreaming of finding my mate-that man that was made for me. That man who was supposed to wipe my tears and protect me from this cruel world. But I am twenty years old now and still have no mate in sight.

Other lucky female wolves I have heard of were able to find their mate within months after their first shift. But I was never that lucky; I was the personification of bad luck.

I heard some footsteps approaching, and my heart skipped a beat. I quickly resumed my work and increased my speed.

The footsteps suddenly stopped just outside the door, and another set of footsteps came running. I kept my ears peeled to hear their conversation.

"Luna Chloe, two female wolves have suddenly gone missing," the person announced.

"Again? Is the shadow moon pack trying to start a war with us? They can't keep kidnapping our people; this is sheer audacityy." Chloe said, her voice lighter than it was expected to be.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her fake concern. My pack, the Blue Moon Pack, has been under Alpha Marcus and Luna Chloe's rule for years, and it was nothing to write home about.

Alpha Marcus was a chronic drunkard and gambler who left the pack in wretchedness, poverty, and shambles. He didn't care about the pack and its people, just about the money that came in after extortion. He squandered the money for his selfish interests, driving the pack into more poverty.

Luna Chloe, on the other hand, only cared about the power that came with being a Luna; she loved to be in control and have people worship the ground she worked on, which is why she was so scared of losing her Luna position should Marcus find a prettier woman to be his Luna.

They were both nonchalant about anything that went on in the pack as long as it did not affect them directly. They were terrible leaders.

The pack was weak and vulnerable, so that was why the shadow moon pack could wage war against us and kidnap our males as slaves and females as breeders without any repercussions.

"Inform the Alpha of the new development; we need to tackle this problem as soon as possible," Luna Chloe said.

Oh, please, like you care about a random missing female in the pack. If it was up to you, you would get rid of all the females just to secure your position.

Shit!

I cussed as the door knob turned and Luna Chloe walked in. I went back to work, my eyes purposefully avoiding hers, staring hard at the matte surface I was cleaning like it was the most important thing in the world.

"Are you still cleaning this spot since I left, or have you been eavesdropping on my conversation?" Luna Chloe yelled as she approached me with angry eyes.

AMELIA'S POV

"Luna Chloe was almost kidnapped, did you hear?" I heard two maids gossiping between themselves.

I almost jumped up in joy from where I was nursing my wounds, but then I remembered I heard "almost kidnapped," and my happiness dimmed down immediately. Why did she escape?

"What? I didn't hear. How did it happen?" The other maid asked.

"I heard she and some females were spending some time by the stream when the rival pack rushed in to attack and kidnapped them. They succeeded in taking some females, but Luna managed to escape," the maid explained.

"Where is she now? Is the alpha finally going to act now that his Luna was almost kidnapped?"

"She is with the alpha as we speak; I heard the alpha is now springing into action to stop the shadow moon pack's menace," she replied.

I got up and rushed to the Alpha's meeting room. I was curious to see what was going on there. I hid by the stairs and peered down the hall. I saw Alpha Marcus pacing up and down the room while Luna Chloe was sitting with her face, like she just saw a ghost.

"My king, that wretched rival pack dared to kidnap me; you can't let them go scot-free; you must teach them a lesson." Luna Chloe whined and lamented bitterly.

It pleased my heart to see her so shaken up. Ever since I was born and I lost my parents, I have been her maid for as long as I can remember. She has never treated me well, and she has mistreated me to the maximum. All the scars and marks I have were attributed to her; she seemed to be bent on disfiguring me because I was very beautiful, and it hurt her ego and prickled at her insecurity. But no matter what she did, I was still prettier, and it angered her even more. I felt a little disappointed that the Shadow Moon Pack didn't succeed in kidnapping her; I would have been the happiest person on earth.

"Quiet woman, let me think," Alpha Marcus scolded her before returning to his normal pacing. The room turned quiet, with only Luna Chloe's occasional whimpering and Alpha's shoes hitting the ground.

Then a knock came on the door, and the guard announced, "Lycan King Talon of the Red Claw Pack has arrived." The door opened, and a tall-looking man walked in. He had dark, tousled hair with intense eyes that were housed on an angular face that accentuated his sharp jawline. He has a dangerous aura about him, and his presence made the room feel stuffy.

I had heard of the powerful Lycan king before; he was more powerful than a regular wolf alpha, and I heard that he had never lost a battle before. He was known for his cruel nature.

"Thank you, Talon, for honoring my invitation. I wish we could have met under better circumstances," Alpha Marcus said in an accommodating tone.

Lycan King Talon waved his hands with a blank look on his face. "What do you want?"

"Erm... The shadow moon pack has been attacking my pack and kidnapping my people with no fear. They even attempted to kidnap my queen today. Please, we need your help in fighting them," Alpha Marcus said. A normal Alpha would feel ashamed asking for help from another, but ours was the true definition of shamelessness. I scoffed inwardly at his actions. I was truly ashamed of the alpha and Luna of my pack.

"The shadow moon pack is a small piece of work, but can you pay for my service?" Lycan King Talon asked, his face filled with pride.

"Erm, I... " Alpha Marcus stammered and exchanged looks with Luna Chloe. I didn't know how much money the Lycan king wanted, but I could already tell that Marcus wouldn't be able to afford it. The pack was broken, and in debt from all the money Marcus squandered, they wouldn't be able to afford as little as Talon's clothing.

"You don't have any money, and you dared to call me over? If you are not careful, I wouldn't mind taking this pack as one of my possessions," Lycan King Talon spat out irritatedly before turning to leave.

"Uhmm, King Talon, we might not be able to pay you with money, but how about in kind?" Luna Chloe chirped in hurriedly.

Lycan King Talon stopped and turned back around. "I'm listening."

Alpha Marcus glanced at Chloe in confusion, but she ignored him and said, "Perhaps a breeder to bear your pups?"

Talon's eyebrows quivered, and he looked visibly interested. "Who is she?"

"Amelia, she's pretty and young," I heard Luna Chloe say.

I covered my mouth to stifle the gasp that escaped my lips as my eyes widened in shock. She was talking about me.

"How old is she?"

"Old enough to bear as many pups as you want and satisfy you at the same time," Luna Chloe smirked devilishly.

"Where is she? Is she willing to be my breeder?"

"Once you agree, she will be sent to you without delay. She has no objections; she answers to us, so we only need your word," she replied.

I had to leave hurriedly to stop myself from sobbing and blowing my cover. I fought back the dam of water rushing to my eyes, but I couldn't hold any longer once I was a little far away from the meeting room. The tears came like a waterfall, and I let them all out.

I couldn't believe what I just heard. Luna Chloe hated my existence so much that she couldn't miss the opportunity to get rid of me-not just to anybody, but to the scary, ruthless man who only cared for a breeder.

All I wished for was a mate to bring me out of my misery and make me feel loved, but my ill luck was so bad that I got anything but that.

AMELIA'S POV

After being blindfolded for hours, the cloth that covered my eyes was yanked off, and the brightness of my surroundings pierced my eyes, making me wince.

My body ached all over, with little marks indicating that I was thoroughly flogged. I was caught yesterday eavesdropping on the Alpha's conversations, and I was flogged thoroughly as punishment for the grievous offense. As a normal wolf, I should heal, but since I was an Omega, it was going to take longer.

So the deal went through. Lycan King Talon agreed to fight the shadow moon pack, and in return, I would be given to him as a breeder. After my punishment, I was given the order to prepare to be sold off to Lycan King Talon. No one asked for my permission because I was a maid; after all, I was just ordered, or else I would face death.

I looked at the majestic pack and couldn't help but marvel; my pack was trash compared to the Red Claw pack. It was evidence of how successful Lycan King Talon has been over the years; no pack has been able to match his rank.

I was taken to what I assumed was the Lycan king's house. As if the outside wasn't grand enough, the inside was nothing short of royal; everything screamed riches.

The man taking me walked up to an elderly woman and said, "The king breeder, he said he wants her to be brought to him as soon as she arrives."

The woman nodded and led me into the building, stopping at the gold-carved door. She knocked, and we waited till the familiar, deep voice of King Talon called for us to come in.

My heart hammered in my chest wildly as the door opened. I suddenly felt anxious to go in and face my master. My legs felt like they were made of bricks, heavy and reluctant to walk in. It felt like walking into the room would conclude my fate as a breeder forever.

My wolf yipped in strange excitement, a sharp contrast to how I felt at that moment. I didn't understand why she was so delighted at the thought of laying pups for a strange man; she kept pushing me to go into the room.

I gave in eventually and walked into the room to see the king seated majestically on the throne. Immediately our eyes met, and my wolf purred and pounced around, almost wanting to tear out of my skin.

"Mate" rang through my head, too loud and clear for me to think I heard it wrong.

But how? It's not possible.

His scent wrapped around me as if he were telling me that it was possible. He smelled like burning wood and coffee; it made my legs feel weak. I felt a mixture of fear and happiness-happy because I found my mate but scared because my mate was the domineering man in front of me.

I have been dreaming of my mate since I was little, but nothing prepared me for the reality in front of me. At this point, I was beginning to wonder if I was cursed. I asked the moon goddess for a loving mate, and I got a ruthless one. I asked her for a mate that would clear me of the stigma of an Omega, and I got one that exchanged me as payment to be a breeder. Was my luck so bad?

Lycan King Talon's eyes raked through my body like he could see my soul, but his face remained indifferent. I couldn't tell if he knew we were friends or if he just didn't care. After a few more seconds, he waved his hands and looked away, almost like he was done assessing me and didn't want anything to do with me again.

The woman gestured for me to go out, and with each step, the hope that he would call me back and tell me we were mates dimmed. I was taken away from the golden doors and through a flight of stairs till we arrived at a normal wooden door. The woman said,

"This is your room; the Lycan King will send it to you when he needs your service." Then she left, and I was all alone.

Need my service? It sounded like I was just a baby-making machine, but that was exactly what I was.

I thought it would take a while before he sent for me, but I was shocked when the woman came to my door that night and told me the king needed my service. I was still not prepared for the life of a breeder, and I knew I never would.

I was brought to the King's sleeping chambers, and with every passing second, I was growing more and more anxious and scared. It was raining heavily outside. I almost wanted to give up the consequences and run away, but I knew it was impossible and I would only bring more trouble to myself.

"Come in," The king's voice came from across the door after the woman knocked. His voice always sent chills down my spine. As soon as I entered, the door closed behind me, and I was all alone with Lycan King Talon.

"Come here," he ordered. His deep voice made butterflies run wild in my stomach. My wolf liked his voice, and I shamelessly did too.

My head was bowed slightly, refusing to meet his eyes. I dragged my legs and walked towards him slowly as I prayed seriously for the ground to open up and swallow me. I couldn't help but think back on my life at my former pack and wonder which one was better. There as a maid, or here as a baby-making machine?

"Don't waste my time; I don't have all night." Lycan King Talon grunted, a little irritation in his voice.

I increased my pace, seeing the need to look up to see where I was going. Talon was on the king-sized bed in a silk robe; his eyes were as hard as steel and were on me, watching my every move.

When I reached the edge of the bed, he said, "Strip."