THE BETA'S ALPHA FEMALE

My name is Lenna (not that anyone cares). You see I am a werewolf, a very rare wolf. My pack, they don’t know this, though I don’t think telling them would change what they believe I did. I can’t believe that after 5 years they still think it was me. I was only 13 at the time, but not even my own father believed me. I live in (more like work for) the midnight moon pack, and as you would have figured out, I am the pack slave. They also beat me whenever they feel like it. Why, you may ask… because they think, I killed my mum… the pack Luna. For those of you who don’t know, the Luna of a pack is the mate of the Alpha, however, aside from that she is the joy and hope of the pack. She helps the Alpha make proper decisions when it has anything to do with the pack. She keeps him calm and level, headed. However, the most important task, is being the Alpha’s mate. She loves him the way only a soulmate can, and he loves her the same, UNCONDITIONAL LOVE. When a mate dies it feels like you have lost a part of your soul, the living mate doesn’t live long after the death of his mate, my father did, only because he is a pure blood Alpha. But he still lives as if he is missing a part of him, and that anger and emptiness he and the rest of the pack takes out on me. I don’t hate my dad, even though I hate the way he treats me. Then there is the other way of losing your mate, REJECTION. Rejecting your fated mate, also means rejecting God’s gift to you. Rejection is very painful! Once rejected, if you don’t expect the rejection you still have a connection with your mate. Basically, if they mate with another, you will be able to feel it. It feels like your heart is being shattered, then the pain in your abdomen starts, that to feels like your insides are beings ripped apart. Once you have felt the pain for your fated mate’s betrayal there is no other pain that can match it. The rejection and betrayal of your mate is almost as bad as their death. The only way to end or not feel it at all, is to expect the rejection and move on. After that, there is hope… Hope for a second change mate, though rare, there is always a change for a second mate. Anyway, my dad’s mate was murdered, right in front of my eyes. By the time everyone came to see what had happened, I was crying over my mother’s dead body (literally.) Seeing me siting on the ground, holding my mother’s body, my park thought I was somehow involved in her death, and my father… well he just needed someone to blame. I was right there, and the rest of the pack thought it was me, so I became the perfect outlet for all his anger, heart break and grief. In one week, I am turning 18 years old, and I can’t wait. When I finally turn eighteen, I’ll be able to find my mate and better yet, I’ll be able to leave this pack. There is nothing I would love more then to, finally leave this pack… little did I know God had other plans for me.