Alpha's Secret Bride

Chapter 1 - Lost Memory

Omega. We're at the bottom of the racial hierarchy. Because of our apparent inferiority in society, we often become the target of hatred. Many people consider us useless because of our social status.

Getting the attention of the most powerful person in our pack may dramatically impact our lives. Making that person a partner, although, in the end, everything returns to the destiny of God. We called her the Moon Goddess because we believed she was the protector of fate and the ruler of all.

It was only a hope, and it looks like that hope has vanished.

***

"I'll pay the highest price. One billion."

"Alright! Mr. Alexander has the best deal!" A shout followed by the hammering of a gavel.

That woman stood expressionless, dressed in worn brownish clothes, with her typical silver-white hair and bright blue eyes, which were dim and lifeless.

Her gaze was drawn to the figure of a large and slightly overweight man, his face hidden behind a fox mask, a subtle grin on his face as if he were pleased that he had obtained what he desired.

She didn't give a damn anymore. Her senses were long gone, no matter where she wanted to go. Wanting to flee was pointless as long as the unique necklace wrapped around her neck remained.

'What a glare.' Her eyes narrowed as the stage's spotlights focused on her.

Her new life began after this. Along with that man.

***

"Cut her hair, don't leave a single strand. I'm not interested in seeing that silvery color."

"Yes, master."

Arriving at such a large mansion, several servants immediately stood nearby. "Do it as usual. I've bought it expensive this time."

This man's bad habit was buying beautiful ladies to serve as maids. She could tell immediately as she stepped into this mansion.

Their gazes met for a moment, and her body stiffened in shock. "Why are they asking such a high price for this slave? She's just a lowly Omega." That man grumbled.

Staring down from head to toe. "The only thing interesting about her is her face. You are lucky to meet me." The large fingers clasped her chin.

That sly grin became clearer. "Take it easy. I won't touch you carelessly. If you want to raise your status as my woman, work like them." This time the man pointed at several women in fancy dresses who were resentfully looking at her.

"As of today, you are my servant. Do your job well and don't disgrace my family name."

When she was a slave in that place, she had heard the Alexander family name numerous times. A wealthy man who always purchased beautiful women and never failed to do so

"Yes, Master."

One thing was certain, she was no longer free. But being released from that prison and now working as a servant in this mansion may not be so bad.

***

"Are you really an Omega?"

Silver-colored hair started to fall out. The woman behind her trimmed her hair until there was nothing left.

She could only silently nod. "It's a shame, your hair is lovely. Like an expensive spoon," She said casually.

"Thank you." A single word of thanks came out. Looking at her reflection in the mirror. They were silent for a moment, the woman behind her seemingly hesitant. "Does that mean you're a werewolf if you're an Omega?" She questioned.

"But first, let me introduce myself. My name is Layla Wonderwood. As you can see, I am an ordinary human. It's good to meet you." The woman had already introduced herself before hearing her response.

A warm smile, far from what she had expected. In a world where there were only two races, humans and werewolves, the humans she knew would always look down on her when she said the word "Omega." But the woman behind her is far from that, is she mistaken?

"May I ask your name?"

"Ashley. That's all I remember." She said it quietly.

"Ashley? You only remember that?"

"Yes." She shook her head confidently.

An Omega with memory loss, separated from her pack. Werewolves were also a race that isolated itself from the outside world. It was famous for its strength and avoided associating with humans.

When compared to ordinary humans in general, werewolves have the highest level of strength. Famous for the greatness of the fighting style, which seems sadistic and scary. The levels in their race are no joke.

"Omega is the lowest level that's what you think, right?" Ashley guessed correctly. Lalya's expression said it all.

Omegas in the werewolf race ranked the lowest and weakest, so naturally they were often isolated. It was different if an Omega had exceptionally beautiful looks and interesting skills they would be able to attract the attention of many Alphas.

"How can an Omega like you be so far away from your pack? Is it possible that you are-" A slight hesitation finished her sentence.

"Rogue?"

Rogues are commonly referred to as rebels and traitors in werewolf packs. They opposed all the rules of the pack and preferred to leave. Living alone away from the rest of the pack.

"I don't remember at all."

Ashley's name was all she remembered until now. The last thing she realized was that she was in an iron cage, handcuffed, and had lost her memory. Maybe she was a rogue who happened to meet with hunters, and then the hunter sold her to a special place for selling slaves.

What can a weak omega like her do? Fighting is useless.

"It's possible." She muttered again. But for Omegas like her, becoming a rogue is certainly not an easy thing. Being the enemy of all Alphas.

Layla was silent for a moment. She tried to change the subject. "If you really don't remember, it doesn't matter. Working here isn't bad either later, I'll tell you some things about this place." Finishing the task

"Okay, that's done."

Ashley really didn't have a single strand of hair. She was still beautiful and charming, though.

"Now let's get you measured, there's no way you're working in those shabby clothes," Layla said, picking up the body meter. "Just take off your shirt." She continued.

Expecting Ashley to immediately do as she asked, the woman remained silent. "What's wrong?"

Ashley remained silent. "You don't need to worry, I will only measure your body for clothing purposes," Layla spoke gently.

"If you don't like it, I can measure from the outside, though it may be slightly off." She asked.

Ashley shook her head briefly, "No problem. I can't take off the iron necklace around my neck, is that okay?" She asked as she rushed to remove her ragged clothes.

Layla was stunned, she had just noticed the iron restraint around Ashley's neck. The iron cuffs were quite thick as if they were being used to hide something.

"A-ah, it's okay, just stand in the big glass." Walking first, Ashley followed Layla's steps. Until finally, they stood side by side.

Ashley remained mute, her eyes tiredly fixed ahead. Without a response. She feels a cold touch on a certain part of her body. Ashley's body shuddered in surprise.

"This incision wound,"

Layla's voice filled the room, and that one question came out. "Have you ever given birth before?"