Alphas broken mate

The welcoming peace of the darkness

I sat in my favorite corner of the cage and started at the door.

Any minute now, the doors will open, and the guard will lead me out to the arena where I will fight whoever was stupid enough to sign up for the fighting or unlucky enough to end up here as a punishment.

But neither of those things mattered.

Whoever they were, they would be dead in a few seconds.

I took a deep breath through my mouth, refusing to breathe through my nose because the smell of piss and rotting meat was too strong for my wolf nose, as much as this place felt like home, like the place where I belonged, it still was nauseating to smell it.

This was the part I hated the most.

Waiting for the fight to start as the anticipation of the fight was keeping my mind in order to some extent, but waiting like this with nothing else to do other then think was excruciating, and it was hard to keep my mind at bay as I waited for the peace and clarity of the arena.

There, everything was easy... I didn't need to make decisions and there was only one thing, no questions about right or wrong... just one goal.

I can fully rely on my instincts as everything else fades away, and it is just me and my prey.

With another deep breath I tried to center myself as I closed my eyes, feeling so tired of everything. It was not physical exhaustion that could be cured by sleep and a good meal. Physically, I could take on a whole army and be fine after that.

No, this was my soul's exhaustion that could not be cured by anything. This sort of exhaustion has been following me for years and I know only one thing that could save me from it, but as I realized quite a while ago it was quite difficult to achieve, at least for me.

The hair at the back of my neck stood up, signaling that I was no longer alone in this disgusting dungeon.

Without opening my eyes, I knew who it was. There was only one man that walk with so such confidence in these dark and gloomy halls.

The head alpha of this pack.

Quite a sickening twisted man.

In more ways than one, he made me sick, but if I wanted to use his arena, I had to play along to his fnatasy that he owned me.

If I'm honest, I was quite thankful to him. He was the one that helped me find this part of me, the only part that was still functional.

Sure he was not doing it out of charity or the goodness of his heart. No, this was purely for his personal gain, but he gave me the moment of silence I craved so much for years if not the last decade, so I had to give my thanks where they are due.

This peace that he gave me did not come for free, but with the price of killing anyone that was put in front of me, but it was the price I was willing to pay.

It was no secret, we both knew that I could walk out of here if I wanted to. None of his fighters could take me on, not even him himself stood a chance. But at the same time he also knew that I had no other place to go and going solo wasn't the best plan for any wolf. So here, at least, I was somewhat under control. I had a purpose and reason to go on.

"How is my favorite fighter?"

His smile looked so fake that it almost made me feel sick in my stomach. Every time I saw him I had this sudden urge to kick that smug smile out of his face with violence. It had this sleazy edge to it that promised you that he would do everything and anything to screw you over.

Over the years, I trained myself to push those urges down.

But there was a limit to how much I could tolerate. So as usual, I didn't answer him, ignoring his existence as much as possible.

Honestly, I rarely talked or made any sound.

Not when the captured me when I wandered into their territory or when they attacked me.

Back then I did not have the fight in me. I just let them take me.

There is no denying it, I hoped that they would kill me on the spot. That was why I came to this pack, but it was stupid of me to assume that. Sure, if I was an alpha, that would have happened, but as I am a woman omega, that is unlikely to happen. Putting it in their words, it would be a waste. At least that was what they said when they dragged me into the office of the pack alpha.

I was so stupid to assume that I would be treated any differently then any other female, even thought of my origins. All they saw was easy target and possibility how to use me either as a slave or body they could use to fulfill their sick and twisted desires of their lust.

Packs like this treat all women as trash... no it was worse than trash... thrash was useful at one point, but being born a female has only two uses: bearing children and being a hole to f**k or a slave that would cook, clean and take care of duties that are bellow the men.

"Throw her in with other omegas. She looks strong enough to clean."

Ah... omegas... the lowest cast in packs like this... I guess this was the level I was at once I left my pack. I knew that this was my sentence, but I didn't fight it. I just took it as it was flowing along with what was happening. Both mentally and physically I was too defeated to fight when I realized that my plan to die has gone out of the window. When I left home back then I had a plan of what I will do, but that plan was gone.

For weeks I followed each task, keeping quiet, ignoring all the injustice and suffering around me, not that I could fix any of it. My darkness could only make things worse for everyone and inside I was no better than the rest of the monsters of this pack. There was no ending this misery and paid, so I just played along, letting days drag on as I tried to ignore my thoughts and memories that haunted me day in and out... everything was so dark and blurry when I try to think about that time... up until that moment... that moment when I found a way to give myself peace and clarity at least for a moment.

I was cleaning after one of the paries and as I was gathering empty bottles, when I stepped over a sleeping alpha that had passed out in his own puke on the floor. It was nothing new, at that point I had seen it countless time... but this was the first time one of them decided ot touch me. Before this I managed to slip under the radar, but this one just grabbed my ankle pulling me to the floor.

Thinking back now, I guess I was just an easy victim to a horn alpha.

He pulled me to the floor and caged me in with his body.

"Ahh look at what I have here... fresh meet that came to me on its own..."

He leaned into m neck and I felt his disgusting scent hit my nose as tried to lick my neck over my scent glands.

At that moment something snapped inside of me and my wolf took over. In seconds with skill that I had hounded for years I flipped the man over and ripped his throat out with my bear claws.

And in that exact moment everything went silent.

My mind was silent...

It was all clear and it felt like I could final take a full breath for the first time in hell knows how many years.

I stared at the blood dripping from my hands as I realized that I had to feel this again... that I had to do this again if I ever want to feel this sense of peace and clarity...

And I guess that is how the Beast of the Shadow Moon pack was born...