The REJECTED Wolf Turn Mighty Luna

Millicent's POV

I look around and saw that I still had alot more to do but the heat was draining and I was getting tired. I prayed for the strength to complete my chores today.

I wiped the perspiration from my forehead with the back of my hands, first with my right and then my left hand before it could slip down into my eyes, blinding me. And then proceeded to wipe them on the apron I had on. My body was soaked with sweat and my palms were very dirty from doing the chores all day.

I finished sweeping the training arena as well as the reception and dinning halls for the top officials and council of elders.

Then, I bent down to scrub, the sweat pouring down my body like someone had poured a bucket of water on it. My palms were no longer enough to wipe it, I had to use the apron to wipe my face at least. It was the middle of summer and the weather was really very hot. I got a mop and started mopping the the places I had swept and scrubbed, I do this everyday, at the Alpha's orders, which must be obeyed or be damned.

I heard footsteps and looked up to see it was Cathania. I frowned inwardly, hoping she was not going to pick on me this time.

'Have you really mopped these areas?' she asked indicating the areas I had just mopped.

'Ye...', I started but the word stuck in my throat as I saw that Cathania had covered the floor I had taken pains to scrub and mop with her mud- covered boats. Where she got her boots covered in mud was beyond my comprehension since the grounds were supposed to be dry this time of the year. She had probably gone to the stream or improvised in some way to make my work harder for me. I was sure it was a deliberate action to make my life harder.

Looking at the mess, I was so angry, I could not utter a word. And my stomach growled making me remember I had not eaten anything and needed to ingest something. Cathania smiled smugly to indicate to me that she had heard it too, getting me more furious and embarrassed..

'You could at least have used the doormat', I lashed out, trying to keep the anger out of my voice but failing woefully. 'If you had, there won't be mud all over this place! You do not know the first thing about scrubbing, so you wouldn't know how hard it is!'

'Are you speaking to me that way?' Cathania asked. 'How dare you take that tone with me!' Cathania was the lover of Alpha Sylvester and it was rumoured that she was going to be his Luna. But why she chose to pick on me everytime, was something I just could not understand.

As I looked round the sullied reception area, I felt like throttling Cathania.

'Get started with your work before I make a report of your lackadaisical attitude to your chores to Alpha Sylvester', she threatened.

I swallowed the sharp comeback that was on the tip of my mouth and bent to start mopping the arena all over again, seething impotently.

Cathania hissed as she walked out, stamping her feet as she did. I heaved a sigh, thinking that I got off easily this time, but there was no such luck as she came back with the dirty doormat and flipped it on the floor, allowing sand and dust particles to fly in all directions.

The mop slipped from my hand as I looked furiously at Cathania. But my fury only amused her. I imagined myself giving her a slap that would get her pale face red but I knew I could not dare and I bit my lip in frustration.

'Get on with your chores beggar maid', she taunted. 'I have other interesting things to do, things like being with my fiance. Else, I would have spent more quality time with you'. And off she went, swinging her waist, leaving me to clear the mess she had made. I watched her leave, seething, and unable to do anything about my fury except to attack the chore with vehemence. My stomach growled again, and with great effort, I picked the broom and started sweeping off the dirt and dust particles before proceeding to mop all over again, all the while, sobbing silently in rage, cursing my fate for being so unlucky. Then I looked up, screaming out my frustrations in my head: It is getting too much, How much longer will I have to endure this before justice is served? Will I get my revenge when I slump and die? Oh Moon goddess, you have to come to my aid.

Afterwards, bent double with fatigue and hunger, I looked into the kitchen to make sure I have stacked the plates well after washing. The dishes and pots were well stacked, glittering in their rack. The cabinets were spotlessly white as was the floor, and I sighed with satisfaction at the impeccable job I had done, though I knew that my efforts were not going to make any impact in the cold heart of that bastard with the title Alpha.

There was an incident that took place some years back, when I was yet to learn how to stack the plates and one had fallen and shattered, pieces of broken China all over the place. The head Omega had been mad, scolding me unendingly, no one caring to see that I had torn my feet when I had inadvertently stepped on the pieces of china, in my effort to salvage the situation. It had been hell.

'You are going to sweep the whole of Moon Ville Pack', the ruthless Alpha had ordered when he heard. I was supposed to be his personal maid, but I was actually Pack's maid because I did all the chores in the pack. Not that the other Omegas didn't do some chores, but they left the bulk of it to me. I can't complain, not because I am the youngest - although I am among the youngest. I feel, it is because I am not from the MoonVille pack but had been brought from another pack, - Crescent Pack when Alpha Sylvester had attacked and conquered my people. I had been ten at the time but being blessed with a photographic memory, I recall how my world had been turned upside down.

It had been a massacre. Too much bloodshed. I can never forget how I lost my parents in that war. The scene is still etched in my memory.

It had been close to dawn, when we had heard some noise, the warriors had been roused and went to investigate, not really expecting something threatening. They had been taken by surprise as they faced and tried to fend off attacks coming at them from left, right, and centre. The warriors had been brave, protecting their Alpha but the attacking pack had been more prepared, the element of surprise on their side. There had been a disagreement between the Alpha's of both packs and Alpha Sylvester had threatened them. Crescent Pack had not taken the threat from the Moon Ville seriously because Alpha Harry, my father had told Alpha Sylvester he was innocent of the crime he was accusing him of and that if he doubted it, he was free to carry out his own investigation, - what nature of crime it was, I never got to know, because no one wanted to tell me anything, they felt I was still too young to learn about the official matters of the pack.

There were bodies everywhere one looked My father - Alpha Harry was torn down as he fought fearlessly. He stood and continued fighting with blood dripping out from his injuries as he took down some of his attackers. He was fighting without any weapon since it fell from him when he fell the first time and there hadn't been time to search for it or to take another from other fallen warriors as he was the main target. His own warriors were busy fighting and none noticed he did not have any weapon, or they could have thrown him one. Then Alpha Sylvester came and delt him a blow on the head with his weapon and my father staggered and fell, the blow disoriented him, I believe. I covered my eyes with my palms as I felt fury raging inside of me. Who dates raise their hands to my father? Luckily, he grabbed a weapon that had fallen from another warrior and was about to struggle to his feet again when someone clawed him down. I waited for him to get to his feet again but the sword fell from his hands and he remained on the floor.

I had refused to go into hiding, and when I was forced, no one saw me sneak out again. They were all too busy being afraid and discussing the raging war.

Seeing my father fall and not able to get to his feet again, I had come out from behind the door where I stood watching the fight and run to him. I had been so confident he was going to win the fight. He had never lost before.

'Daddy, no daddy, don't leave me. Don't die', I pleaded as I saw my father bleeding to death. 'Who will take care of your little princess if you die?'

'Run', he had mouthed with his failing strength as the life drained out of him, but I wouldn't leave him. My father and I had been very close. He tried to push me away from him but I held on tight, not really understanding why he would want me to leave him in his condition.

'Run!' he repeated.

'No. I cannot leave you Dad. Where could I possibly run to? I shall stay here and nurse you back to health'.

He shook his head, but I wasn't paying attention. I hugged my father kissing him on his cheek as though to kiss life and strength back into him.

'I did not do it', he said. I did not know what he was talking about. But that was not important at that moment. What was paramount was to get him some help.

'Of course, you did not', I said, hoping the assurance that I believed him would give him strength.

'Amelia', he whispered.

Amelia was my mother, he must be wishing to see her. But even I did not want her to come here.

When I felt no movement from him, I looked down at him, shaking him violently, I saw a tear drop from his eye. My own eyes widened as fear gripped my heart.

While trying to shake father back to life, I looked the battle raging around me, my eyes searching for someone to help me save my father. I saw my mother and wondered why she had come out. I knew her Omegas and my father's Beta had taken her and some of the women and pups into the secret hideaway to protect her in her delicate condition. She might not have been able to stay away just like I hadn't. She and my father were so much in love. She must have felt her husband calling for her and came to answer his call.

I waved at her frantically, pointing to my father. I knew the instant she saw me because she nodded and started towards us but right before my eyes, she fell. Some wolf attacked her, breaking her neck. And she fell heavily on her stomach.

I was puzzled, at first, not knowing exactly what had just happened. One moment my mother was running towards us, the next she was lying in a pool of her own blood. When what had happened to her registered, the pain in my heart intensified almost suffocating me, I had to open my mouth to scream to let in air into my lungs. And scream I did in my anguish. I screamed so much that no sound came out of my throat anymore. My mother had been pregnant. The pack's seer had foretold that mother had the long - awaited prince in her womb. The news had brought so much joy to the whole pack and had been greeted with much celebration. Why had the seer not foretold this?

I left father lying there and ran to mother, not giving a thought to my own safety as the butchering went on all around me. But Ma, as I fondly called her, was already beyond help. In helpless confusion, I ran from mother's lifeless body to father's, crying and screaming, not knowing what to do, until strong hands pulled me away, 'Come my princess, it is dangerous out here'. It was one of the loyal warriors of our pack.

'No!' she screamed. 'Can't leave them'.

'You can't help them now', he insisted, 'The future of the pack depends on you now'. But as he was taking me away, He was clawed down and blood gurgling out of his throat and mouth, he still tried to save me.

'I'm sorry, my princess, I am use... less to you now. Run!' he said, his voice sounding funny due to the blood gurgling out of his mouth as he spoke. The effort must have been too much for him because his eyes rolled upward and his head fell to the side as he breathed his last. I was beyond grief by this time.

Strong hands grabbed me again but I could tell that these hands were different from those of our loyal warrior, these were rough. I tried to claw and kick my way out of the grip that proved too strong for my fragile ten year old self. I hated myself for my weakness and inability to save my parents or at least remain there and die with them. What kind of princess was I if I could not save my pack? Of course the war ended with the death of my parents as the warriors surrendered. There was no Alpha to protect or lead them and no Luna as well.

I came back to the here and now and vigorously wiped the tears that stung my eyes at this painful recollection. I feel so alone. But for my friend Samantha, I did not know if I could have survived the life I've had to live. It hasn't been easy, this transition from a princess to a maid.

I blinked now, as I recalled my reaction to the announcement made by Alpha Sylvester that I was to clean up the entire pack, as punishment for breaking a dish.

'What?' I had exclaimed, not believing I had heard right.

'You heard right. The task must be completed before the end of the day', he said and walked away with heads bowing at his departure.

Thinking at first that it was just a sick joke, afterall it was only one piece of china that was broken, not a whole set, I looked round at the faces around me, their expressions showing me, it was no joke. Some looked at me with pity, others with glee and others with indifference. And then the guards marched me off to where I was to start serving my punishment and stood guard to ensure that I obeyed or got beaten to submission.

I do not know if I would have been able to do it all alone if a young girl, though older than I had not come from no where and asked to help me. The moon goddess must have sent her.

'Let me help you for a bit', she said smiling sympathetically at me.

I was surprised but glad that she offered. I nodded. She bent and we started working together. Of course the guards wanted to stop her but she was able to convince them to allow her stay with me with her gentle voice and charming smile.

'If Alpha Sylvester finds you here or finds out you helped her, we are done for and you will be no better?' one guard told her.

'I shall not bother about that if I were you because the moon goddess asked me to come here and help this poor soul', she said smiling at them sweetly.

'I am Samantha Crane', she said smiling at me as we continued our daunting task. 'What's your name?'

'Millicent', I said but I could not return her smile. 'Millicent Harry'.

'Can we be friends?' she asked.

I was shocked that anyone would want to be friends with someone like me who had been shown all kinds of hostility since I got to the pack. I could not speak as I looked into her expectant eyes. So, I nodded and she smiled.

At the end of that day, I fell sick, trembling and running temperature at the same time. I was to be on bed rest for one full week according to the doctor, the Alpha sent to come administer some form of treatment on me, when they saw I was not pretending to be ill but was actually very sick. Even the necessity of a bed rest was denied me as I was made to commerce my duties with the pains and aches which were the souvenirs of the punishment I served, immediately my fever broke. I have never forgotten it till this day. It instilled greater fear in my heart for the ruthless Alpha but caused me to lose any respect that I had left for him, and made me all the more determined to teach him a lesson, he would never forget. He might have thought he had broken me and made me forget my roots. I let him think that.

I am exhausted now, but dared not stop for a little rest for I don't know who amongst the other Omegas might be watching and report to the Alpha. They did that often in order to get into his good books or curry favour from him. And if it were reported that I was seen sitting around when I was supposed to be doing my chores, I just might have to pay dearly for it.

I collected all the dirty clothes, filled a big basin with water, sprinkled into it the required quantity of detergent, dipped my hand into the mixture and stirred, causing fumes and bubbles. Sorting the clothes according to colours, into different buckets to prevent the whites being dyed by the clothes of other colours, I washed, first the Alpha's clothes, then the other higher officials.

'Millicent, are you still washing?' Samantha asked. She had been working in the fields, picking flowers and fruits.

'Just getting started but I must confess, I am already exhausted and very hungry.

'Let's do it together then. We shall be through in no time and then you can go and eat', Samantha offered, and I could have kissed her, I was so touched. Samantha must be tired as well but did not think of herself as she bent and started washing.

I sneezed and this caused Samantha to look at me. 'You might have caught a cold as a result of dipping your hands in water all the time, doing one washing after another', she said but she must have seen something that looked suspiciously like tears in my eyes, because she asked, 'What is it?' 'It's not a cold is it?'

I don't know why I have not told Samantha about my original pack from where Sylvester had brought me. I confided everything in Samantha but that.

'Nothing', I said. 'I have a running nose and it brings tears to my eyes, and you are really a great friend' I said meaning every word but feeling bad for hiding my past from her.

It's been about seven years now, but I still have nightmares about what happened in my pack, but the pain of my loss had not grown blunt with time, it was reinforced everytime the Alpha maltreats me. I don't really care how he treats me because I'm more determined to avenge my parents' deaths. How I'll accomplish that, I do not know, especially since I am so fragile. So, like an activated bomb, ticking away and ready to explode, I remain silent, doing the chores, enduring humiliation, torture, ... bidding my time....

Sylvester's POV

I have heard rumours that my father, the late Alpha Merryweather, had not been as Ruthless as I am. I have also heard that I took after my uncle who liked bullying and engaging in wars. My mother too, had not been the docile type but a he - woman wolf since she one of the most ruthless Luna the park has ever had. I am fond of wars, I will not deny that. There is this rush it gives me to fight and when the wolf is a worthy opponent, I derive greater satisfaction in my defeat. I fight dirty, my main aim being to conquer and collect the spoils.

But that wasn't the case with the Crescent Pack, where I got Millicent, he refected. I don't know why I didn't kill her along side her family. Her father had murdered my parents.

I hated my father for being too kind, look what it got him! I vowed I was never going to be like him.

Alpha Merryweather, had had a peace treaty with Alpha Harry of the Crescent Pack and had gone to meet with him so they could finalize and sign the terms in the treaty, one of which was not to allow rogue wolves in their individual territories. He had been ambushed. He had not been prepared, travelling with his wife and Beta unarmed, thinking he was going to a friendly pack, with an intent that was mutually beneficial.

When his and my mother's remains was brought home, I vowed to destroy the Crescent Pack and its Alpha and I have no regrets. After the massacre, I felt justified. The fool had lied that he had no hand in the death of my parents. He had sounded convincing. If I had not known better, I would have been bought over by the coward, Sylvester thought, to himself as he recalled the conversation he had with Millicent's father before the attack.

'I am very sorry for your loss. I know nothing about the death of your parents', Aloha Harry had assured him. 'But since it happened within my territory, I shall investigate and get back to you'. Then looking at me with those seemingly sincere eyes, had added, ' If it's any consolation, Alpha Merryweather was a great and brave Alpha'.

I hadn't believed he was innocent but had decided to give him benefit of doubt which he did not live up to because after waiting for him for about a week, without hearing any encouraging news from him about the capture and execution of the culprits, I sent them a warning before I attacked. It was evident he did not heed my warning, probably thinking I was a kind and trusting fool like my father.

'If he was not responsible for my parents' deaths, who was? And how could he not be aware, of such a crime being committed in his territory?' Sylvester thought furiously. 'And as the Alpha, how could he possibly find it difficult apprehending the culprits if he were indeed innocent? Asking me to carry out my own investigation as though I have the time for that. I knew it was just a tactic of his to convince me of the truth of what I already knew to be a lie!

I wanted to teach him not to betray those who trusted him in his next life. So I set out not just to destroy his pack but to kill all of Alpha Harry's descendants but the way Millicent's frail body fought against the warrior who captured her, clawing and kicking, had impressed me and had she been a boy, I had thought at the time, I would most definitely have had him killed, so that he won't grow up and stage a rebellion against me. As it is, I turned her into my personal maid, with the intention to torture her. She was going to stay alive and wish for death. I had to break the stubborn streak I perceived in her and make her forget that she was once the princess of a pack and see herself as my maid and indeed the maid of the entire Moon Ville Pack and nothing more.

I also planned to make her my sex slave when she came of age. I have wanted to find out how feisty she would be in bed, would she claw and bite? If I had not been taught discipline, I would have had her before she even came of age, it would have been part of her punishment but apart from my discipline, I just could not bring myself to ravish her before she came of age.. But as she grew and I got ready to enjoy my spoil, knowing that the pleasure and satisfaction I'll derive will be greatly enhanced by the wait. But while waiting, I found out something so extremely unacceptable, that it gave me pause and made me vow that that discovery was going to be effected only over my dead body, and which made me despise Millicent the more...

How could I possibly accept that? I have done so much, worked so hard to get to where I am today and no matter the consequences, I shall not accept it.

'Cathania', he called through mind - link.

'Yes?' she answered huskily. She already knew why I was calling for her but it always turned her on to hear me say it.

'I need to see you urgently', I said.

'Exactly what is this urgent need?' she asked.

'Well, I need to bury myself deep inside you', I said already feeling myself grow hard at the thought.

'Ohhh.... but I might not want that same thing', she said, her voice husky and I knew she was teasing me. 'Infact, I do not have the same need. So, what are you going to do about it?'

My need was growing uncontrollably and I just had to have her.

'But how is that possible when I can already smell your arousal from this distance?' I asked, my hand going to my shaft , moving up and down its hard length. ' You should come fast and spread your legs wide for me to have my way with you or you could delay your coming and find someone else has already replaced you in my bed, moaning with pleasure as I bang her brains out!'.

'You wouldn't dare!' she said.

'I can dare anything and anyone! I am the Alpha afterall!' I said seriously. She must have sensed it for her next words brought a smug smile to my face.

'Say no more!' she said hastily. 'I'll be there even before you can blink!'

And she was.