Revenge of The Blood Moon Alpha

EPISODE 01-INTRODUCTION

September 19th, 2008

Mercury POV

Life has always felt like a quiz to me, with random questions on things I've never been taught about.

Nobody ever taught me how to ignore bullies when I was younger. Or how to go about my day with cuts and bruises as if I hadn't been beaten to a pulp.

When my brutal father's days grew bad, there was no one around who cared enough to stop him from beating me in the face.

When I had to go to bed hungry seven nights a week, no one was there to show me any sympathy. Despite this, everyone expected me to carry on as usual.

Regardless, I do it anyway...

Here I am, trapped in class for the last few hours of the day, which also happened to be the last few hours before I turned eighteen. But does anyone care to wish me a happy birthday or a long and happy life? Not that I'd ever been able to find happiness. No, not a single person.

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My teacher knocked on the whiteboard to get my attention and snap me out of my reverie.

"Ms. Goldwood, are you here to join us?" With a raised brow, Mr. Woods inquired. When I don't pay attention in class, he gives me that terrible look. It didn't mean I wasn't the best of the bunch, and he knew it.

Every single person's gaze had shifted to me at this point. Some even hid their giggling with their fists, muffling their delight.

I sat up straight in my chair, my gaze fixated straight ahead. "Yes, sir, Mr. Woods!" I answered, taking a big breath.

His fiery eyes narrowed as he stared at me. He had caught me daydreaming for the second time today. Most days at school are like that if I'm being honest.

But who am I to blame? It's no surprise that at seventeen and living the beaten and abused life I'm living; I find myself falling asleep at any given time. As well as lost in thought, daydreaming of what life could’ve been like if my mother was still alive.

"Keep your eyes open and your head out of the clouds. This is a classroom, not your bedroom!" He responded with less zeal, almost in a bored tone.

I nodded; my face emotionless.

"So, class. We'll start up where we left off tomorrow since the day is coming to a close. However, for your assignment, I would like you to read pages 25 through 27 and write a short essay," he ordered as he looked around the room. "...and this time, I don't want any excuses as to why you didn't complete your homework," he continued, his words aimed at me. "Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, Mr. Woods." The entire class shouted at the same time.

More than half of them were wary of me. When he spoke the last bit, they all realized he was saying it to me. But, you see, if my father wasn't such a drunk, he wouldn't have to make that statement.

The reason for this is that after my mother's death two years ago, my father, Alpha Magnus Goldwood, has devolved into a drunken version of himself. If you'll pardon the expression, I'd call him a shell.

The first thing you saw in the morning was a bottle of bourbon in his hand, and the last thing you saw at night. I still feel sorry for him, despite his heinous behavior toward me. Not just as my father, but also as a person. But for a bereft man who has lost his mate.

It is possible to ruin one's life by losing one's mate. Changing you into someone you never expected to become.

An unpleasant, abusive, and self-righteous drunk, for instance.

Worse, he accuses me for the death of his mate in a rogue attack while she attempted to protect me. Because I'm not worthy enough to be his daughter, Alpha Magnus enjoys punishing me to no end.

As if I wasn't already blaming myself and suffering enough for failing to defend my mother during the attack.

Also, my younger sister Daria, who will not speak to me unless she is demanding that I clean her room or iron her clothing. When I don't do things the way she wants, she'll sometimes whip me.

Then there are the other members of the pack, who now dismiss me as insignificant as the mud on their boots.

If someone had asked me how things are at the Blood Moon pack, which they don't or won't, I'd just say "peachy." It's just f*****g amazing.

Let's get back to this task now that we've straightened that up. Regardless of my teacher's opinion. That I fail to complete my homework. I don't care about any of that. Except that when I put my homework in my school bag, or whatever is proper for a traitor to have as a school bag, it's never there when I get to class the next morning.

My schoolwork mysteriously vanishes from my bag, and no one ever knows anything.

And turning up in class without your assignment, where no one likes you, isn't exactly a positive experience.

"Ms. Goldwood, what was the last thing I said?" Mr. Woods locked his gaze on me.

I was caught with my head in the clouds and not paying attention in class once again.

When I looked around the room, I noticed that everyone was looking at me. But it wasn’t a surprise. These jerks are constantly looking for an opportunity to mock me.

Oh, hell! What's the best way to respond to that? I was obviously oblivious to what was going on.

I peeked behind him, hoping to catch a glimpse of something that would tell me what he was talking about, but it was just my luck when I discovered the board was empty.

Damn it!

I opened my mouth to speak, but the bell sounded nearly instantly, almost as if someone was finally watching out for me.

Before dismissing the class, Mr. Woods made no attempt to hide his dissatisfaction. "Just get out of here," he grumbled angrily. "Everyone except you, Ms. Goldwood."

Everyone hurried from their chairs and out the door without a second thought, like bats from hell.

'This day couldn't possibly get much worse than it is. No, I sincerely hope not.’

Mr. Woods took a seat behind his desk once it was just me and him in the room. Unbothered by my presence.

I just sat there, sketching in my sketchbook, like I've done for the past year to alleviate my loneliness.

Meanwhile, he went about his work, cleaning his desk and packing his items into his bag. He tossed any trash he had on his desk into the bin after completing those activities. The remaining items on his desk were then properly rearranged.

Mr. Woods finally looked up and explained why he had asked me to stay behind. He cleared his throat and I immediately put down my book and gave him my complete focus.

"Alright then, Mercury," he said, shedding his scowl for the look of a man on a mission. "You've gotten yourself into a pickle, haven't you?!" he said softly as he sat down at my desk. "Tell me, how do you think you should compensate for being distracted in class today?"

What?

Was he joking or was he being serious?

"I'm not sure I understand what you're getting at, sir," I said, irritated by the way he was staring at my chest.

"How can I make this clearer for you to understand? Mercury, you’re not paying attention in my class. You have also failed to complete my assignments. Do you know a grade below average will prevent you from passing my class?" It was a condescending announcement.

Naturally, I knew this. It's just that I didn't fail his class. In fact, I was always top of every test or pop quiz he threw at us. So, it puzzled me. "We both know, Mr. Woods, that I'm not failing your class this semester. In other words, what are you trying to get at here?"

"Little girl, don't be snippy with me! Alpha Magnus and I both know what the outcome would be if I called him." He threatened. He was furious

I shook my head, pleading with him not to call my father. "Please, don't do that. Whatever you ask of me, I'll gladly comply." I pleaded, my eyes watering.

He smirked, a broad grin spreading across his pale and unattractive face. "How about you be a good little girl," he said, unzipping his fly and winking at me as he licked his chapped lips. "Show me how badly you want to pass my class."

My throat filled with bile in an instant. He is completely and utterly repulsive. As if it wasn’t bad enough my father was abusing me. Now my teacher wanted to take the one thing I've been saving for my mate. How much more of this could I stand?

Mr. Woods grabbed my hand and pressed it against his thigh, pushing it toward his crotch when I didn't respond or react. I yanked my hand away from him without thinking, clutching it to my chest.

SLAP

His calloused hand made contact with my cheek, leaving a red handprint in its wake.

"You b***h!"

Principal James opened the door to the classroom, and he snarled, leaping from my desk.

“What is going here?!”