The Alpha's Claimed Mate

Chapter 3

Mira

(9 years ago)

Nyra's pov

“military strategy…?” Elena scoffed

“Isn't that absurd for an Omega to learn? Unless there is something you aren't telling us,” Luna Elizabeth asked, a mocking grin on her face.

“Omega’s belong as servants not leading packs or learning military strategies,”

That word struck me hard, frozen to my feet I lowered my gaze the pain of defeat burning through my chest.

I had expected too much.

I thought that the rest of the family would be like Alpha Rowan but no—they were different.

Yes, Omega's don't lead packs, but that didn't mean they couldn't have a life outside their daily duties.

Every member of the pack has duties which they are obligated to do but specific interests and capabilities were always looked into in my pack.

Here, strict hierarchy was all it was.

“You! Come here,” she ordered, her fingers signalling the command.

I stood up from my seat gently walking towards her, cautiously.

My heart racing, my hands trembling.

I clasped my hands together in front of me to keep them steady as I approached her.

“Closer…”

“Turn around,” she instructed, twirling her hand in the air.

“You look fragile. You won't last a day in the laundry house… start from the kitchen for now, that should help you build up some stamina.”

“Ma…?” The words slipped from my lips before I could hold it back.

“I…..” I tried to protest.

“Are you talking back to my mum?” Elena's voice jolted me back to my senses.

I wasn't in my pack anymore, where I had a say. Now I just had to follow orders if I wanted to survive.

“Can we all calm down and eat?” Alpha Rowan's voice filled the room, bringing everyone to order.

“Dad…”

“Shhhh…. Shut it, Elena.”

“Ann…come, sit here. Let's have breakfast.” he ordered, a tint of anger edging into his voice.

“So, you would gladly watch an outsider disrespect me and refuse to caution her?”

“Rowan, I'm talking to you!”

“Are you ignoring me now? You know what, I've lost my appetite.”

“Me too.”

I watched as everyone except Alpha Rowan left the dining room. This house was definitely in chaos, and I was at its center.

—----

Days blurred into weeks, and weeks into years. I had gradually gotten used to the constant humiliation, a***e and needless t*****e from Elena and her mother but that never once made me forget my revenge, it was a plan in motion.

I was going to be eighteen this year, which meant I would finally get my wolf.

I had heard beautiful stories of how getting ones’ wolf made them whole, complete, stronger.

A shiver of excitement ran through me. Something good, at last, after so many years of being lost, was about to happen. I would finally have someone to comfort me, to share my pains and worries with.

I continued tidying up the kitchen, humming softly, completely lost in my own world—unaware that Elena had already entered.

When I turned around, my gaze met hers. My breath caught, and the plate slipped from my trembling hands, shattering against the floor.

Panic surged through me.

I dropped to my knees, confusion and fear tangling inside me as I pleaded.

“I'm sorry…I'm sorry,” I pleaded, trying to place the pieces together.

“Will your sorry fix that?” She barked at me, her face filled with disdain. Without saying another word, she turned and left.

A surge of relief washed through me but my nightmare was far from being over.

Suddenly two men stormed the room, each dragging me by the hand. I was confused, I tried fighting back but was no match for them.

Then I saw her — Elena

“Make sure you teach her a lesson, clumsy f**l.” she spat, letting them drag me out.

I felt blood trickling down the side of my face from the slap he gave me. I struggled to free myself from their grip, but another blow landed— so hard that I could taste the metallic tang of blood in my mouth.

Elena stood there watching, her chin lifted high, a smirk curling on her lips as though she were enjoying every second of the t*****e they inflicted on me.

I never understood why she hated me so much. At first, I thought it was jealousy. Then I convinced myself I wasn't adequate. But no—it was because she knew she could, and she enjoyed it.

I tried everything.

I stayed away from her father. I even rejected the offer to live with them, knowing fully well it would make her and her mother unhappy and turn my life into a living nightmare.

I insisted on staying with the other Omegas. I did my duties diligently and on time, but nothing was ever enough.

What else am I supposed to do? I wept softly, eyes shut, as hot tears streamed down my face endlessly.

When will this suffering end?

“Alpha, she isn't responding, what should we do?” one of my attackers asked in panic.

“Leave her there. She'll be fine by morning.”

I felt the tiny granules of sand press against my skin as their footsteps faded into the distance. I lay there, my bones aching and shattered, skin split open from the blows and beating I got from them.

Blood trickled from almost every part of my body, warm and sticky against the cold ground.

Excruciating pain tore through my flesh as I tried to move, to crawl back to my room.

It sank deeper with every stretch.

With desperation, I dragged myself forward. The cold floor kissed my torn skin as I crawled, and my blood painted a trail behind me, an invitation for my attackers to come back and finish what they've started.

I crept on, slow and trembling, until I finally reached the fragile warmth of my room. My body collapsed onto the floor. The tears that had gathered in my eyes spilled freely, sliding down my bruised cheek, and burning against my wounds.

“I’m sorry, Nyra,” a voice whimpered— soft, calm, laced with sorrow and guilt.

I opened my eyes slowly, my eyelids heavy, struggling to see who had called that name… Nyra. But my clouded vision couldn’t make out anyone.

“Who are you…?” I murmured, breathless.

“It’s me. Mira, your wolf.”

“My wolf…” I whispered faintly, before everything faded into darkness.