Chapter 1
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Hearing a sharp scream from downstairs she woke up from her already perturbed rest, her eyes swollen red cause she had cried from her sleep.
She twitched her eyes repeatedly, trying so hard not to be frustrated by the darkness that shone in it.
It was difficult to organize herself so she could prepare for the worse.
She reached for her lamp switch with her tiny trembling hands, but it chose to twin with the situation. The toggle switch refused to turn on to bring illumination, as every attempt turned into a fiasco.
She made up her mind to toughen her six-year-old self to walk through the darkness.
Steadily dropping from her bed, she headed towards the window and opened the blinds.
At first, she cited the glowing red burning flames, then she saw women, children, men running for the dearest lives, but monsters caught up with them and tore them down.
Loud cries and mumbling pierced through her ears.
She understood what it was, her amber eyes widened, a mood of melancholy embraced her.
The town's chaotic, certainly it is doomsday.
Grim wood has been invaded by monstrous rogue wolves.
Her heart raced with panic. Realizing what it is, hot tears stream down her face, her feet becoming sweaty due to internal pressure.
Remembering she had heard a scream earlier, hurriedly she toppled over the stairs and scurried her way using the beams of light that came from her window to find her way.
Her mind became heavier as she approached the base floor. It featured only agony, distress and active pain.
A male figure lay lifeless close to another human, looking like a woman with a neatly slit throat.
Hastily she crawled to meet the victims, which happened to be her parents.
Her dad was already gone, but her mom was still struggling, doing everything she could to gasp for extra air.
Her daughter leaned downwards, rubbing her face with her hands and pitch black hair that was a replica of hers.
She leaned closer, trying very hard to understand the words that came from the older woman's seared esophagus, both shedding steamed tears.
In her broken, tiny hoarse voice, she shook her head disapprovingly, mama don't leave me, please don't leave mama.
I saw her hands clasp tightly together, as she handed over... I couldn't see it very well, the parcel to her daughter. It it it'll guide you.
Run! She muttered at last before she sniffed her final breath.
She could hear ominous sounds in her ears, but it didn't come to a physical manifest, it only played in her mind.
She sobbed uncontrollably, holding her bloody hands to her mouth so it wouldn't come out loud. Severely shaking both parents with her flabby strength as if it was an antidote to bring them back alive, but she became aware none of it would work.
Her cries continued unvoiced. Her soul was soaked in sorrow, finding it hard to absorb all of it.
There was nothing left for her, she laid still on the floor like her stiff parents waiting for the killer to take her too.
Her ears picked the footsteps of someone approaching. She was correct. He was still around searching for something.
Her brain spun with widened alerted eyes. It was her, he was looking for her.
Quickly she stood up remembering what her mom said to her minutes back. Then she concluded her existence won't be determined by someone else.
Fear is a waste so is grief, I heard her say, wiping away the remnants of tears away from her pinkish cheeks.
Without further hesitation, her legs pacy into the secret basement known only by her and her parents, built for a purpose like this.
Her shaky bloody hands pressed the buttons revealing the passcode, but a vibrating buzz sound interfered, showcasing "no entry".
Again she tried, but this time she could hear the reckless footsteps lingering closer causing more loss of focus and trembling.
That is the murderer. Of course! her thought snarled back at her. Fright gripped her more, her heart raced in colossal confusion.
I wanted to help but I couldn't, I was afraid too. I just stood there invincible with no vocals.
But he kept coming closer, and closer. I could see him drawing nearer to her.
She wanted to run so hard, but she couldn't move anymore. The more she pushed herself, the slower she became.
I wanted to carry her, and fly her away from her death.
She was too small, too innocent to die this way, but again I couldn't help.
The dark cloak he wore paired with the midnight, exposing none of his facials. Vermillion liquid dropped from the dagger he held.
Forcefully he grabbed her, her little struggle proved abortive. Her parents weren't a match let alone her. He raised the sharpened silver dagger intending to replicate what he did to her parents on her. But like a defense mechanism she screamed so loudly, her voice echoing like a siren in the dark.
*****
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhh! I was shocked by my own scream like someone else did it.
My bed was soaked with my perspiration. My hair tousled up like someone who just survived an electrocution.
I've had this exact dream several times in different accounts, contrast and location for a number of times, but this encounter was significantly intense.
The morning is just starting and I'm tired already.
I figured I woke up without my alarm and that isn't normal, every time I spend is planned and scheduled.
Groggily I checked the time and my eyes shone, bewildered.
Jeez! I'm so ruined, already 7:34am and I'm yet to serve Thalia her MRT.
I have no business with self care. Instantly I jumped up from my bed as if I'd just seen a ghost.
Juggling around arranging my jet black hair into a disheveled ponytail and wearing my Omega work clothes.
I hate starting my day in so much chaos. It is this f*****g reoccurring dream that chose to take my peace away, now I'm late missing the alarm that always truncate my sleep.
I'm never late, damn!
Faintly, I heard Thalia's voice from downstairs yelling "Aprica" at the detriment of her throat in a squeaky mouse-like pitch. Trouble exuding.
Like an emergency, I hurriedly turned on my doorknob, then I saw her standing firm at my entrance, her face veiled with rage.
Her dark rage against me made her fast, because not long she was just downstairs hollering.
My thoughts ended when I saw her hands flying towards my face and landed on my cheeks. The impact shifted my neck sideways causing my saliva to succumb to the laws of gravity.
I staggered backwards, guiding my steps not to fail. I couldn't even scratch my now faded red face when she handled me like a puppy, her claws sinking delicately into my skin, the much exerted force causing my blood to seep out.
I can't break free from her hold, the pain is too extreme and a little slip will cause more tears.
But liberation came when Lina walked in and called her, Luna, Alpha Gabby seeks your presence. She dropped the information leaving me a pitied glance. Thalia gave her a nod and Lina walked out.
For over four minutes I waited for my "morning relaxing tea" and I didn't get it. What wrong have I done to deserve this slothful jungli.
Her voice sounded in apparent frustration.
She lifted my head with her pink polish nails, her honey brown eyes meeting my amber iris.
This should be the last time you're ever late for my tea. The next time this occurs, I'll make sure you don't have the voice to explain what I did to you.
Worthless wolfless omega, her grip loosening. With that she left, leaving me to wallow in misery, but not for long.
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Everyone is extra busy due to Alpha Gabby's upcoming crowning ceremony, so I had minimal observance from anyone, all I need to do is arch my back more and use my hair as a curtain to conceal my injuries and blushed face.
With my right hand I firmly hold the cup of brewed chamomile tea, approaching Alpha Kendrick's office which is now for Gabby, reminiscing how I once thread this part as a foster daughter and not a maid.
He had told me, I was barely seven when he saw me at the packs' Riverside, my body covered in severe injuries lying unconscious. He took me in and resuscitated me.
By the time I woke up I had no memory of my previous life. Up until now, I barely remember anything even when those horrible dreams gave me clues, my brain preferred to be clouded with cotton candy
He welcomed me, gave me a new life and told everyone I was his daughter. I had no name so he called me Aprica because of my Apricot colored eyes.
Everything changed seven months ago after he fell very ill.
Since he passed away my delusion about his death remained solid, even after he was buried.
Gabby has never liked me. Being the only child of his dad and future alpha of his pack he got everything he needed until I came, I presume. Even after 14 years of being with him he still believes I got more love and attention from his biological father than he did.
So after he passed away he reorganized me to an Omega position with the superb initiative of Thalia, his illicit Luna.
Just like other girls Gabby had been with, their relationship looks ephemeral, with the intention of not living happily together, but since he wants to keep her to be his Luna, it doesn't make any sense.
That was sad, not because it's a union not original ordained by the moon goddess, but because of how horrible of a person Gabby's Luna is
She's such bad luck, everything started going wrong since she arrived.
Usually, one would meet their mate between the age of fourteen to twenty, averagely after one's first shift.
But in some situations like mine, mate meet ups could be delayed and some individuals could spend their late 20s till mid 40s for their mate.
Worst case scenario, some might end up not having a mate.
But it's slightly uncommon as the moon goddess has designated every one to another individual.
Soon, I arrived at the dark mahogany doors and curtly knocked multiple times but got no response, then I opened.
What I saw was familiar but wasn't expected.
Get the f**k out! Cried Gabby, trying to raise his trousers up.
Instantly I bowed my head to conceal my eyes from not seeing Gabby's butt, which I eventually saw.
Thalia's bobbies were pointed to my direction.
Instantaneously, I twist the doorknob that led to my exit.
No! f*****g stay and let go of my f*****g tea. She continued unreasonably, buckling her bra.
Avoiding all eye contact, I handed over her tea to her, with a prostrated back.
I was about to use the knob again and get out of the tense room, then I heard a callback from Gabby.
Almost immediately, beta Taz came in with a gift bag in his hands.
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