The Alpha Beast and the omega beauty

CHAPTER 1 DEFILED NUPTIALS The old men squeeze the bagpipes and play a ecstatic tune, the clarinet sings, the peoples feet are happy with mouths as wide as a jackal “More” as he slams the clay cup on the counter “More wine,” my father says. With a necklace around his neck carrying a gold tooth, his most prized possession. Three feets from him was my mother on a table dancing to the tunes and warming the other men's c***s with the seduction in her eyes, her lids have never been darker. As the lowly man's eyes seemed to be buried at her thighs even with her skirt, the gift of the wolf helped them see beyond it. What git they all were, my father weaves his conscience with inebriation while my mother does it with a cactus womb and wonder why she gets so much miscarriages It is a miracle I was born, maybe back then they were still responsible and lived with honor. Everyone is happy and jolly in this cozy pub, cackling sounds I hear, not a worry in their hearts a real pack of fools. *spits* How incompetent, to themselves they were royalty and I would remain in this forsaken pack if I did not desperately look for an escape as I sat in the corner mumbling with my mind. I ignore the other pack members as they throw a lustful smirk at me, thinking they would one day have me in their beds “a man can dream for the stars yet he never reaches it” Included that they smell horribly, I wanted nothing to do with them I must admit, I understand the dilemma of dreaming, I had only turned eighteen a few days back and I had hoped that one day the Prince would notice me. The “love” I felt for him was one of silence, just admiring him from the broken window in our little cottage as he passed by looking for a mate only for politics. “A high standard b***h” I might add. Many invitations and women seek him daily, the breeding season made them all the more Hornier and grumpier I was too lowly for his class, a bunch of intoxicated omega ruins whatever pride I have left, sadly I still want to follow my heart. “Mazel, aren't you going to join the celebration and have fun?” Mikel asks, as his voice brings me back to a condescending reality. As I stare at his face, I could only feel disappointment for my childhood friend who I also shared a beautiful yet annoying bond with, he was one I didn't think much of until I needed to My sights were set on the prince …suddenly the smell of alcohol and dirty wine began to fade and I could smell more of winter, a cozy feeling that replaced the odour The music halts and the whole room was silent like we were setting fire to the dead, bidding farewell. Only this time the direction of the people was towards the door My father drops to his knee and the pack follows bowing their head in shame “It is prince Logan, bow mazel, bow” Mikel urges me I watched him closely, every move, gesture and look he made was distasteful towards everyone in the room. A stench I would say He walks in while his Beta stand by the door guardian the entry, Prince Logan looked majestically swooning, I had heard tales of his bloodline, being so close to the lycan community allowing him and his family to access the Alpha power to its peak …they only come here to serve for two years, knowing his people, to learn and understand why the weak stayed weak and what great potential and mission he carried on his shoulders. He walks in the room as he breathes heavily mostly exhaling pushing out the stench “Here sire, our most fine wine” my father offers him with his knee still to the ground He looks at him with disdain. “Such insolence” Prince Logan says as he sank his claws in my fathers throat watching him bleed to a certain death While the other Omega's could only watch and whine in pain of their leaders demise I only looked at him and felt pity, he was my father but he was no real father to me. I am not heartless, or without pain. Even with my wrath I have just lost the man that brought me to this earth. I am relieved that I would not be scared to sleep at night, wondering if he would come home to bruise and batter, surely not to take out his pain but his shame, shame of not being a better person, husband or even a father. I am sad it had to end like this The flashbacks of how he would always try to touch me when he was debauched raced through my mind till this very moment. Maybe he was kind and loving in another life. Certainly not this one I felt free as the tears roll down my eyes dripping to the floor This time I will join him and wish him farewell as I drop to my knees, saying a prayer, asking our ancestors that he finds peace in the afterlife Prince Logan walks to me as his claws is tainted in my father's blood, dripping on the rustic floor as he walks in my direction. he stands over me with my head still buried to the floor My entire body is filled with chills as he uses his claws sharp as knives, surprisingly cradling my bowing head, his thumb and index finger guiding my chin upward to meet his piercing gaze, eye to eye. There and then man has never been more beautiful, he looks even prettier than me, his long wine hair that glossed his radiant skin, his jawline sharp as edges. His eyes… they looked into my soul…through me. “You don't smell” Prince Logan says to me with a rather soothing voice He let's go of me immediately as he turns to leave instructing his Beta to bring me to the palace Finally, I rushed towards the door, ready to be taken by his Beta Prince Logan walks aimlessly through the streets in the opposite direction of the palace as I look at him yearning for his gaze once again, I surely hadn't seen a wolf as beautiful as him. His Beta takes me to the palace and into a room while the lady come in, takes one look at me and rushes to the bathroom, comes out with a handkerchief to her nose “you need a primping” she says as she claps her hand prompting this Beta to exit the room She drags the curtains aside allowing the luminosity be her guide, pulling open the wardrobe attached to the wall , home to the most majestic clothing I have ever set my eyes on She shaves the hair off my armpit and reconstructs my brows making me look more like a lady, she treats me like an infant, I feel better, I smell better and I look insanely resplendent. “Now you look more like a lady, his highness is waiting for you. On the other side of the door is a hall as wide as a canyon follow the lights that glitter to the main hall where you will meet the prince sitting oh his throne, his highness has asked that you come alone” the maiden instructs me Underneath my gown, my feet become infirm just before I reached the throne room side, I was hesitant to push it open not knowing what was going to foretell on the other side The silence portends… Tonight my bravery consoles me, I push open the door and the mistful eyes of Cloven pack send chills in my direction and not long after, fear grips me as I stand still with my eyes buried on the heels my feet wore “COME” the prince commands with authority, burning every chord of defiance in me “Be quick” he adds With my head up high, I walk towards the throne with my eyes sinking in his, he smiles as I get to him and bow “Kiss my hand” The prince says Which I did at once “Sit” the prince says A pile of bedlam exhumes into my mind, appealing as it was, I did as he asks He gets up and take one step down the throne “Counsel, sitting beside my throne is my mate, I have felt the bond, she is rather fragile with the potential to grow stronger and fiercer, true qualities of a queen and your Luna” The Prince says with a straight face “But my lord…” one of the counsel from the crowd “BUT WHAT?, do you defy my decision?” The Prince gazes at him as the counsel retires back to his seat in fear Suddenly I could hear batter as the guards clamour “Where is she? Where is she?” a voice I recognized *gasps* It was Mikel!! What is he doing here? Does he want to get himself killed! As my eyes widen in awe In that moment sooner than later, he barges the throne room door open, I turn to the Prince as he glares at him as he relaxes his jaw on his right hand making a fist.