The Rejected Omega: Lunette's Revenge

Lunette sang with her fainted voice as she dipped the mop into the soapy water. She wrung out the mop, the sounds of dripping water echoed within the castle walls. “As my hope still lives, who knows, I might get as lucky as Cinderella, with a prince who will marry me, and choose me as his mate,” She continued. She flung the bundle of thick white threads on the sleek tiles and cleaned aggressively. “Everyone will love me. I, the outcast, will become a Luna!” Her voice echoed through the castle walls as she pictured herself betrothed to a prince. As she dipped the mop into the bucket and tilted to squeeze its wateriness into the bucket, she felt a heap of sand over her body. She screamed in disbelief as her hard work had been rendered useless. “Insolent, and wretched bastard! Will it take you years to finish the chores? You will never amount to anything because you are worthless,” Lyca, Lunette’s biological mother and Luna of Bluemoon pack yelled in anger as she consistently hit the empty bucket that was filled with sand on Lunette's body. Lunette’s body stinged in pain with Lyca's harsh words and physical assault. She summoned the courage to peek into her mother’s disdainful eyes. “Mother, please,” Lunette's voice shivered, with tears on her face as she tried to justify herself. “I'm trying my best, Mother. I've been working since daylight. I've cleaned and tidied up the kitchen. My laundry tasks are also complete. I …” As Lunette struggled to please her mother by stating her efforts, Lyca interrupted. “Oh, such pleasant excuses! Did you say you have completed the laundry task I gave you?” Lyca raised her voice in a fury and stared in disbelief while Lunette nodded her head in response. “Those piles of clothes that smell like you soak them in a sewer? Do you call that clean? Is your father blind? How dare you lie to me?” Lyca’s anger grew palpable as she lashed out and slapped Lunette repeatedly. “You are a disappointment and a burden to me. A good-for-nothing daughter!” Lyca roared like a lion in the zoo. Lunette sobbed bitterly like a widow mourning her husband. “Listen carefully, I want those clothes washed again, and if I see any stain on any of them, be ready to rewash until your hands peel off,” Lyca yelled. She paused to regain her breath and added, “Also, clean up this place thoroughly. I must not see any grain of sand on the tiles.” She turned to leave but felt like adding more tension to the heat. “In your words, you claim you've cleaned and tidied the kitchen?” Lyca barked at her daughter. Lunette's heart pounded like a rabbit being chased by a cat. Her mother’s tone instilled fear in her. She doesn't know if she should respond to the question or keep mute to avoid another lash. “I can see you’ve become dumb all of a sudden!” Lyca retorted harshly. “Anyways, this is your first and last reminder. After you clean my kitchen, you must cook for me and my husband. My maids are not your slaves!” Lyca said as she gave Lunette a scornful look. “I hope my words are clear?” Lyca questioned. “Yes, Mother,” Lunette affirmed as tears dripped from her eyes. “Better!” Lyca hissed and walked away. “Let's see how you will sing after I bombard you with loads of work. You haven't seen anything yet, you low-life and miserable daughter,” She said to herself in a mumbled tone as she intentionally walked over the grains of sand to her room, which left the stains of her footprint on the tiles. Lunette wept bitterly and wondered why her mother hated her. Her curiosity is heightened as she doubts if Lyca is her biological mother. She stood up in haste to prevent Lyca from seeing her and commenced cleaning the sitting room all over again. ***************** Lunette’s stepfather and Alpha of the Bluemoon Pack, Conrad, came out from his room and stood on the mezzanine. He leaned lightly on the railing, with the fingers of his left hand carousing the decorated pattern on the rails. He watched Lunette from below as she mopped the floor aggressively and a sinister smile left his lips. He got distracted by the sound of his phone and dipped his hand into his pocket to converse with his friend. “Hello, Rahel,” he said with a smirk. “The Grandest Sorcerer! The Genius of Mystique and Magic! The Shadow of the Bluemoon Pack! The Powerful of them all! I hail you, my friend,” Rahel exclaimed excitedly as his voice echoed through the phone. “You naughty boy! You can’t change. You're showering praises upon me as if I have finally usurped the Bluestone pack,” Conrad chuckled. I will never underestimate you! I await the day you triumph over Bluestone as your second in command. I called to remind you of the forthcoming ritual,” Rahel said. “Thank you for your loyalty. Oh, a reminder! A good Beta that treats his Alpha with care,” Conrad shines his brown eyes in curiosity. “The full-blood moon is fast approaching. If you miss this ritual, you will wait until after 14 years,” Rahel spoke confidently. “Thanks for the reminder,” Conrad concluded as he ended the call. He left his spot and descended from the mezzanine. He walked towards the wine cabinet beside the dining room, took a red wine, and poured the wine into his glass cup. He went to the sitting room and intentionally stepped on the seeds of sand. Conrad pretended to be infuriated and lashed Lunette with a slap. “Imbecile! Why is my castle filled with dirt?” Conrad spat. “It’s not me. Mother poured it on the floor, but you shouldn’t have stepped on it,” Lunette responded as tears rolled down her cheeks uncontrollably. Conrad’s eyes were filled with rage as he tried to recover from Lunette's statement. He hated when people told him what to do. He gripped her throat, lifting her off the floor and choking her with his sharp claws. Lunette fought for her freedom, she stroked him repeatedly but her efforts were futile. Suddenly, one of the sentry ran into the castle panting like he saw a ghost. “Alpha Conrad! There’s a threat. “I think a stranger has invaded our pack. He looks like a spy,” He said Conrad threw Lunette on the floor in disarray, she felt stings of pain around her neck as she scurried like a rat to resume her duty.