Luna Of The Supreme Alpha

Chapter 3: Thief

Chloe's POV

"You b***h! Where have you been!?" Layla yelled as she dragged my right ear.

"I'm sorry, I… I woke up late." I lied. I had woken up earlier but if not for Eric’s rejection, I wouldn't have been so late.

"Get to work! Now!" She yelled, as she let go of my ear forcefully, making me fall to the ground. "All other Omegas, you're dismissed. For being late, you'd do all the work!" She said, and I could feel my eyes tear up again.

I was already weak from the previous night, and Eric’s rejection made me weaker. I don’t think I'd be able to go through another round of chores without food.

"The Eclipse Pack and the Blood Moon Pack will be here tonight and tomorrow to celebrate Eric’s Alpha ceremony." She said, and I widened my eyes.

I had totally forgotten about that. The Blood Moon Pack is the strongest Pack in history. For generations, the Pack has always been led by a Supreme Alpha. The Eclipse Pack on the other hand, is the second strongest. The two Packs seem to be really close. They formed an alliance two years ago when there was a war. The Blood Moon Pack saved the Eclipse Pack. It was such an honour to have them visit our Pack.

"You'd have to prepare all the dishes and clean the whole Packhouse before they arrive." Layla said coldly.

"The whole Packhouse!?" Nyx asked me. I could feel her rage, but she is weak. I couldn’t protest, and we don't stand a chance to win a fight anyway.

"Please, Layla… cleaning the whole Packhouse is too much for me…"

"Are you complaining!? How dare you complain!?"

"I'm sorry. But please… I haven't eaten…"

"Do I look like I care!?" Layla yelled, literally spitting on my face.

"I'm sorry." I said, bowing my head to the ground.

"Get to work, now!" Layla yelled angrily.

I started washing the dishes, feeling extremely tired and weak.

"Hey! Lousy slave!"

I already knew who it was- Zoey. That was her special nickname for me.

"Come here. I need you to do some things for me." Zoey ordered, and I walked hastily to her.

I saw the mark on her neck as I approached her. I was right afterall. Eric had marked her as his mate.

"Zoey, I told her to perform some chores." Layla said to her, but Zoey shot her a glare.

"And, how is that my business? Are you trying to question me? Your future Luna!?"

"No. Not at all, Zoey. Not at all." Layla said with her head bowed, and I could tell that she was frightened.

"Get another Omega to do your so-called chores. Chloe is my slave for the day."

I was relieved to hear that. At least, I won't get to clean the whole Packhouse. I won't even be able to finish that in two days. The Packhouse is so big!

Layla bowed her head and left, and Zoey

gave me a look that warned me to follow her, and I did.

We got to her room, and she ordered me to clean it, wash her clothes, and arrange her closet.

Her room was so big. It was impossible to do all that without slumping. I hadn't still gotten something to eat.

"What are you waiting for!? Start working!" Zoey yelled, and I started cleaning again.

Her room was already neat, and her clothes were clean already. She just enjoyed seeing me work more.

Zoey walked to her closet and removed all her hanged clothes, throwing them on the floor.

"They're dirty now. Make sure you wash them clean and arrange them back where they belong." She said, and walked out, leaving me there.

When she was out of sight, I walked to her closet and started arranging her clothes back. They weren't dirty. I scrubbed the floors and I had washed these clothes last night too.

As I hanged her clothes back into her closet, my eyes caught something. An exquisite golden gown hung in the open closet. It was the only gown that Zoey didn't place on the ground. The gown drew my eye right away with its alluring yet harsh beauty. Like liquid gold, the fabric shimmered and flowed smoothly throughout its length.

Tiny, shimmering gemstones worked their way down the bodice's exquisite design in a delicate pattern.

It had an audacious neckline and a slit up one side that promised to disclose just enough to silence people, and it hugged the figure in all the right places. It also had an open back that dipped low enough that was regal and sensual.

I knew Zoey would wear it to Eric's Alpha ceremony and show off her beauty while standing next to him. The thought caused my heart to twist terribly. I should have had the dress, so beautiful and dazzling.

"It's so beautiful. You're supposed to be wearing that, not Zoey."

I sighed at Nyx's words again. She was right. It was supposed to be me who wore it, standing at Eric's side with my head held high as his Luna. Rather, it mocked me. Its beauty served as a harsh reminder of the future that had been taken from me and of what I had lost. Tears started to build up again, but I resisted letting them fall. Although the dress was flawless, it was not and would never be mine.

I placed it back hurriedly when I heard footsteps approaching. I had already hung the other clothes, and the room was clean enough.

"You!" Layla yelled as she walked in. I feared she'd make me clean the Packhouse.

"The guests have started arriving. Alpha Randolph said you're going to be one of the servants present to serve them."

"Okay." I said with my head bowed to the ground.

"But first, go to your dirty cottage and wear neat clothes. You look like the pig you are. You have 15 minutes to come back here."

I nodded and left.

I started calculating as I ran to my cottage. 15 minutes, that's all I had. I quickly changed into something neat and dashed out to the Packhouse again, but nothing prepared me for what was coming next.

"You lousy thief!" Zoey yelled. "How dare you steal from me!?"

"I… I didn't…"

She dragged my hair forcefully onto the Pack grounds, not giving me a chance to explain.

"s***h her!!" Zoey ordered some guards.

A cry erupted from my lips as the first whip struck my back with a searing sting. I felt a sharp, unyielding pain as the guards immediately followed Zoey's ruthless order.

My knees buckled under the flaming agony of each lash as it tore into my flesh. I fell to the hard, cold ground, yet the whips continued to rain down on me with ruthlessness. I rolled into a ball and covered my face with my arms in an attempt to defend myself, but it didn't help. I was gasping for oxygen as the intensity of each blow penetrated my defenses. As I writhed in pain, the dust that rose from the ground mixed with the metallic smell of blood.

I could hear Zoey laughing mockingly.

"You useless Omega, that's what you get! Good for nothing thief! You stole my expensive perfume!"

My eyesight became blurry as tears trickled down my cheeks, blending with the blood and grime. My body shook fiercely, unable to bear the constant attack. With every strike, the borders of my consciousness frayed and my ideas got fuzzy. Zoey's twisted smirk, content with her victory, was the last thing I saw as I slipped into unconsciousness.