Omega's Redemption: A Slave Turned Luna.

Anastasia's POV.

"Get your filthy hands off me!" I bellowed at the guards that struggled to push me into the cell. Its not like I can't walk in on my own.

"Stay put, you piece of garbage!" One of them snarled back. They didn't even listen to me by letting me go. They dragged me with my chains into the cell and I couldn't help but fall down.

I groaned in pain of crashing into the stone filled ground but the guards didn't even bst an eyelid at me.

"The Alpha – your grandfather – has ordered us to make sure to deal with you mercilessly." The senior guard amongst the two said, a sickening grin spreadinv across his lips.

I didn't fail to notice the scorn in his tone, especially when he tried to remind me of my grandfather's hatred towards me.

"And trust me when I say I'd do that with full joy, especially when it's going to be my last time doing it before I move to my new position." He said again, bursting into a sick round of laughter, exposing his yellow teeth as a result.

Captain Shiro ... I know he has a personal hatred for me also even though I'm sure I have done nothing to deserve that.

He pointed to the chains I was bound in then at a dirty wooden chair that sat a few feets away from me, referring to the other guard next to him. In a swift, I was straightened up and bounded to the wooden chair.

My hands were tied behind my back and my legs were tied to the legs of the chair to keep me firmly rigid.

The same guard ripped a portion of my already short filthy dress, causing more of my eye-torturing thighs to get exposed. They had multiple deep cuts and numerous whip marks and they were all from the hands of the man before me.

I braced myself for what was coming. My gaze travelled to the only window in the cell, taking in the night sky from here.

WHIP!

The first lash of the thick rope landed on my exposed thigh and I could only flinch helplessly on the spot.

Captain Shiro raised his arm high above his head and brought the whip down unto me again. I glanced at him with the corner of my eye and caught the sickening grin on his face..

The lashes soon began to sting and from there, I began to feel the excruciating pain of my very own flesh peeling open. But all I could do was sit there and absorb the pain helplessly. Like I always do...

An hour or so later was when Captain Shiro chose to stop his assault on me. By now my thighs were filled with red marks and crimson liquid was gushing out of the several cuts and gashes on them, making it look like

My eyes were now swollen from the immense tears that had flowed through them for the past hour.

Why? Why was this happening to me? Why should I be hated and tortured this much? Why?

I have always asked these questions but I know the answer would always remain the same.

"Ahh..." Captain Shiro released a deep sigh of deep satisfaction. He grabbed a goblet from the other guard and gulped down the contents.

"Whoo..." He howled delightedly, grinning at me again. I didn't hesitate to swerve my face away in a mixture of anger and disgust.

"What a day," he said and began to walk out of the filthy cell.

"Captain, what do you wish for me to do with her?" Asked the junior guard.

"Just bind her in those chains and drag her to the Alpha's office, I want him to see the good work I have done." replied the captain before stepping out of the cell.

The junior guard did as he was told, and in a few moments, I was been led out of the cell with chains tied around my wrists, neck and ankles.

I felt more like an animal than a slave I am called.

Along the way to the Alpha's office, several servants and maids that set their eyes on me would whisper among themselves and point fingers at me. I knew those acts weren't out of sympathy.

It was well known in the whole pack house how well I have always been maltreated and tortured, yet every single day of torture usually brings them down to genuine shock. Well, it was pretty simple, they didn't think anyone could handle such tortures as the ones I receive. But hey, here I am.

"Move faster, would you!" The junior guard barked and pulled the chain around my neck forcibly to force me to move faster.

I flinched as I was been dragged into the Alpha's office.

As soon as we entered, we met Captain Shiro already sitting across from my grandfather. They were both laughing heartily over some chatters.

Grandfather and Captain Shiro had always been close, at least closer than an Alpha and his guard should be. I usually wondered what made them so close and even the level of genuinety in their relationship.

"Oh, here it is, your highness." Captain Shiro immediately pointed out and stood to his feet. His usual grin was plastered unto his face and it's starting to make me feel sick. Or was it the fact that he'd just regarded me as a 'it'? No, it couldn't be, I am used to that already.

Grandfather raised his gaze at me, and he instantly wore an face ladened with frowns. This wasn't new to me though, so I just kept on a straight face.

Silence fell into the office and grandfather took in the view of his granddaughter. He laid his eyes on my bruised and battered thighs an I could swear I saw his lips curl up slightly.

Now facing Captain Shiro, he said, "You did well as always, Captain Shiro, well done." He complimented the middle aged man who grinned in response.

"That should teach you a lesson not too step across your boundaries again," grandfather said, now facing me again, "And if it doesn't, expect more punishments." He added.

"Get her out of my sight." In irritation, he ordered the guard who obliged.

As I limped towards the exit, I could see that Captain Shiro was also following behind.

'Today is the day he resumes his new post, right?' I mused as a sinister idea slowly crept into my mind.

I glanced at the small dagger that sat in the sheath on the junior guard's waist.

'Why don't I give him something that'll make him remember me for a long time?'

A smirk crept up my lips as I took one last glance at the dagger and at Captain Shiro's angle of position.

"Hey wha –" before the junior guard could react, I had leapt for his dagger, unsheathed it and I was now swerving around towards utterly confused Captain Shiro.

Before he could even raise his hand to create a defense, I was hurling the dagger at him and in a blink of an eye, sunken it deep into his fleshy right thigh.

"Ow!!!"

A toothy grin spread across my fave when I heard the very same werewolf who'd always maltreated me, screaming like an infant.

"You rogue thing!" Bellowed the junior guard as he hit the back of my head with something I don't know, knocking me down.

He ran towards the still screaming captain to tend to his injury. I was still staring at him wailing and gripping his thigh firmly, contended with my work.

"For Moon Gooddess' sake, that dagger was laced with mild wolfsbane, it'll take a while before he can heal!" The junior guard whined at me with a frown.

'Like I care.'

We were just outside the door of the Alpha's office and it wasn't a surprise when I saw grandfather rushing out from within. His mouth hung open and his widened like saucers as he glanced from Captain Shiro to the junior guard and to me.

"Wh – what –", before he could finish asking the question, the junior guard was already on his feet, narrating everything to him.

He was fuming afterwards, glaring his red eyes at me disdainfully. I knew right there I was in for a great punishment, but deep down I knew I loved what I had done.

"That's it, I'm selling you out! You won't be staying at my pack any longer!" Alpha Elihas declared, his face red like a tomato.

"Selling me out?"

"I've had it with your intolerable behavior in this pack!" Grandfather roared at me.

I was seated in a chair in his office, grateful that he didn't make me to stand because my thighs were killing me terribly. I would need to dress them properly soon.

"You ..." Grandfather's voice bellowed, "I'm going to make sure you get sold to the Nightshade pack, you'll see!" He said in fury, his blond brows were furrowed and his eyes were etched with hatred.

The Nightshade pack? No ...

"Grand – I mean, your highness, please, you can't send me there ..." I pleaded with him, leaning forward from my chair.

"Silence! You have caused enough troubles for us in this pack, your behavior is just so disastrous that your presence is becoming a plague!" He declared at the top of his voice.

I gulped in a lump of saliva and sunk back into he chair.

He also relaxed into his bigger chair, rubbing his fingers on his temple. "If only your parents were here ..." He sighed, shutting his eyes momentarily.

There we go again, always trying to bring up my parents whenever he thinks I've done something bad.

"But if it weren't for you! ..." He wanted to yell again but he suddenly began to cough heavily.

The junior guard rushed over to him but he raised his hand to stop him.

"Just – get her out of here, lock her up till they come for her." He said in his throaty voice, his eyes red.

'That's what you get for always trying to blame me for my parents death!'

The guard grabbed hold of my chains and I quickly stood up so he wouldn't get a chance to pull at my neck. But that only got me into more pain, I almost fell due to the pain in my thighs.

With one glance at my grandfather who was already making use of his ink, feather and piece of parchment, we headed out.

The sound of the cell doors been shut was something I was already familiar with. If you asked me, I'd say most of my days on Earth were spent in the dungeons.

I wasn't feeling comfortable with all the stings on my thighs and so I dipped my hand into my dress and brought out a small brown rat which was asleep.

"Fubs, wake up." I patted the tiny furball but it still took a while before it jerked awake, squeaking in protest.

"Wake up, you lazy thing. I need you to get something for me." I placed it on the ground next to me as it rolled around for a while before facing me.

Leaning in towards it, I said, "I need some rags to dress my wounds, can you get that for me?" I whispered to it but it only gave a squeak as response. That was a yes!

"Good boy, you know where to get it, right –" before I could even finish my statement, it had scurried off as fast as it's tiny feet's could carry it.

Releasing a deep breath, I managed to place my legs properly and rest my back on the muddy wall of the cell.

I tried to force myself into a little slumber, trying to ignore the dung smelly breeze coming in from the narrow window, or the occasional attempts of flies trying to perch on my injured thighs.

Soon enough, I was drifting into blackness ...

...

"Hey wait up," I called at the tiny brown rat as I ran after it, trying my best to keep up. How can it be so fast if it's just a rat?

"Wait!" I called again as the rat made a turn by a large shrub. I quickly followed suit so as not to lose it.

But I didn't spot it when I made the same turn it had made.

"Where'd you go? I just want to take you home, to show you to mum and dad –" I tried to get it's attention by giving it sweet promises, something I learnt from Dad. But I meant all that.

"Come on, just come back, please." Sadness was beginning to descend upon my young heart. Why wouldn't it come –

I heard a sudden shriek from the bushes ahead and before I knew it, the same brown rat came rushing out. It landed in my arms, running around in a frenzy.

"Wh –what happened, what's going on?" I asked in genuine confusion.

And then that was when I heard it, the low sound of a deep growl. I took a step back as fear began to etch in. The rat had already found its way into one of the numerous pockets in the jacket Dad had gifted me just recently.

The bushes ahead shifted, slightly at first, but then it jerked violently and in a snap, a large brown head of a wolf popped out.

Either I had screamed first before taking to my heels, I had no idea. All I could remember was that I didn't look back at all, I just kept running.

But soon enough, my tiny leg hit a tree root and I was hurled into the dirt's of the forest ground.

"Ah!" I screamed in pain.

The growl sounded again and I turned around on the ground, only for me to set my eyes on three smallish wolves.

I scrambled on the ground in fear, unable to stand in my feet. I needed no one to tell me that they were rogues, every parents have told their children about them.

ROAR!

One of them suddenly leapt for me. Out of fear, I covered my face with my forearm but I didn't feel any weight on me afterward.

I peeped through and I saw a new but familiar wolf rolling along with the one which had attacked.

"Dad!" I cooed excitedly.

My Dad's larger black wolf stood above the attacker and looked at my direction. I could see the smirk on its face and I couldn't help but smile back.

It was when another wolf made to jump at me that I snapped out of it. A large wood crashed on its face and another hand grabbed my, pulling me along.

I looked up to see my mother, fear etched unto her face as she dragged me along.

"Mummy...what–about Daddy?" I asked amidst gasps for breath.

"He'll be okay, come on." She said without looking at me. We kept on running.

"Aaaaaaoooowwwwlll!!!" A loud cry echoed in the entire forest, Mummy instantly pulled to a stop, looking back.

I recognized that cry also, "Daddy?" Tears were already starting to well up in my eyes.

Mummy carried me and found a place to hide me. Patting my head she said, "You stay here, okay. I'm going to go and get Daddy." She placed a quick peck on my head before she hurried off.

I stretched my hand out after her, tears rolling down my eyes uncontrollably.

"Don't leave me, please ..."

It was not until several hours later that some of the pack guards found Fubs and I where we were hiding.

...

I was forced awake by a sharp pain on my thigh. I looked down to find Fubs clawing at my injured thigh.

"Wh –what was that for –" I asked in confusion as I took the small pile of rags next to me. "Thanks buddy."

I immediately went to work and begun to tie the rags around my thighs. But Fubs was still acting uneasy, running around and squeaking madly.

"What's wrong?"

With several squeaks and screeches, I understood what it had been trying to tell me.

"Shit, they're here already?" I quickly scrambled to my feet, but it was too late. The doors to the cell was barged open and several guards walked in, most of them in whom I knew were not from our pack.

"Oh no!"

The Nightshade pack is well known for their unmatched influence in the whole of the Westlands, which is one of the most prolific continents amongst the four.

They were also well known for their ruthless battle sense – easily taking their enemies and subduing them – and then they put them through the most horrible kind of situations afterwards.

And that wasn't all, rumours have been flying around recently that illegal street fights and duels were popular in Nightshade pack. And of course, these duels often lead to deaths – gruesome and unpleasant ones at that.

Hence, Nightshade pack isn't somewhere one would want to wake and meet themselves in. But as fate would have it, that's where I am being sold to.

I knew grandfather must have had to write that I was his granddaughter for them to come. Nightshade wasn't the kind of pack to be seduced by a slave trade offer of only one single slave.

"Move it, you slug!" One of the guards from my own pack snarled behind me before pushing me forward roughly.

I was led to the Alpha's office where I met a strange man sitting across from grandfather.

"So this is her." The man stated when his gaze landed on me.

He must be the one representing the Nightshade pack for the purchase.

Turning his gaze back to grandfather, he said, "How do I know she isn't infected with some kind of illness?" He asked.

Grandfather leaned forward, "She is of the royal bloodline, Gamma Daemon –"

"And that is exactly why I should be worried. Why would you want to sell your granddaughter, Alpha Elihas?" He asked in a seemingly hushed tone even though everyone in the office could hear him clearly.

Grandfather remained mute for some moments, before relaxing into his massive chair. He gave a quick glance at me.

"She's a plague to us." He suddenly mouthed, the Gamma's head tilted to the side.

"She's something we can't handle and ...and we just want to get rid of her." He said with a sharp release of breath, making it look like he was frustrated. But even I know that it was just an act to get what he wanted.

"And what makes you think we can handle her?" Asked the Gamma, folding his arms.

"Well ...we both know Nightshade pack is more capable in dealing with rogue wolves than every other packs in the Westlands." Grandfather responded and Gamma Daemon smirked.

"Okay then, we'll take her." He said and my heart automatically skipped a beat.

With immediate effect, the guards began to unchain me, only for me to be chained again by the guards with Gamma Daemon.

Grandfather watched me with an emotionless gaze as I was been led out of his office. He really meant to get rid of me...

Our ride was something like I have never seen before. I didn't know what to call it – a giant carriage, a moving castle – it was just too magnificent!

Too bad I would be heading into it as a slave.

Something brushed against my leg as I was moving towards the field where the giant carriage was. I looked down to see a white duck paddling after me.

"Madame Beaks!" I whispered.

The duck cackled and flung it's wings. I put on a pitiful face, nodding, "Sadly, it's true, I'm leaving." I told her.

She bent her head and shook it, before flapping her wings. I smiled at her, "I'll miss you too ma, take care of your ducklings okay."

"Out of the way, chicken!" One of the guards kicked at her and she was forced to cackle loudly and swing off.

I gave the guard a scowl as we were now closing in on the carriage.

I have always known I could speak to animals since like ...well, since the first day I spoke with one, which was when I found Fubs nineteen years ago.

I know you might be wondering how a rat could have lived that long. Fubs wasn't exactly the normal kind of rat we know of. It's of a breed called Wererodents and they are known for their awry ability to live as long as an average werewolf.

Finally, I stepped into the carriage and I found it that the inside was even more massive than how the outside looked.

But it was also filled up with several other individuals. With their scents, I believe most of them were humans.

Yes, humans are aware of the existence of werewolves. In fact, most of them were the victims of slave trade.

My mind quickly deducted that Gamma Daemon had actually been on a trip to the East – where slave trade was what drives their economy – and since he was on his way back, the Nightshade Alpha had ordered him to branch our pack to pick me up.

There were so many slaves in the carriage that I found nowhere to sit. Someone hissed at my direction, but I soon found out that it was a smallish Asian human that was beckoning for me to sit next to her.

With a nod of appreciation, I sat down and our journey begun.

Several hours of total silent and the carriage was soon brought to a stop.

'Finally' My buttocks were already aching.

The guards came in and led us all out.

It was like they had brought us to heavens gates. The entrance to the Nightshade pack was magnificent, I think the gates were made from bronze metal.

Several smaller carriages arrived and we were all separated into each of them. I couldn't see my new Asian 'friend' anywhere.

After a few minutes of riding in the carriage moved by horses, in which I had the privilege to view the beauty of the Nightshade pack capital city, the carriage finally halted in front of the pack house.

Now this is the most magnificent building I've seen. It could visibly house about a thousand werewolves comfortably.

The pack house was actually situated inside an estate just like in my pack. While we called ours "Alpha's Landing", I have no idea what theirs is called.

About three hundred slaves in chains, we were all led to a large empty warehouse. After a few minutes of murmuring in confusion, Gamma Daemon walked in.

Silence was instantly ensued.

"You were all brought here for a purpose," he began, "and that purpose is, of course, slavery!" He announced.

"Your duties and privileges will include nothing but that of regular slaves. So listen attentively as I read out the rules you must all abide by." He went ahead to read the rules from a long roll of parchment and as soon as he was done, he told us we are now going to pay homage to the Alpha and Beta.

"How do you see their pack?" I heard a voice beside me and I looked to see my Asian 'friend' from earlier.

"Hm-hmm..." Was the only sound I could produce as response. But she seemed satisfied with that.

"How much do you know about their Alpha?" I asked her out of sheer curiousity.

"Alpha Sirius? Everyone knows him."

I don't.

She then began to tell me how gruesome and iron fisted he was as an Alpha. She said some people referred to him as Father of the Beasts.

"Why?"

"Because it is rumoured that whenever he kills an enemy with his bare hands, he'd feed their bodies to his beasts, and gives them their heads to play with." My eyes widened when I heard that. It must be the most gory thing I have ever heard of, and trust me when I say I have heard a lot of gory things.

Soon enough, we arrived at a large hall which was decorated with so many ornaments.

"Bow before his royal highness, one and only Alpha of the indomitable Nightshade pack!" The voice of a guard echoes throughout the hall and everyone instantly fell on their knees. Those that were too slow were either pinned down or hit at the back of the leg.

There was silence afterwards, and then the only sound heard was that of footsteps entering into the hall.

"He's here." My Asian 'friend' whispered next to me.