The White Wolf Queen Of The Damned

Pandora’s POV. “Pandora, you are nearly eighteen. Just one more job, and I will tell you more about where your parents are. Unless you don’t want to find them and remain an omega forever.” Luna Charlotte coos gently as she braids my hair. My name is Pandora Morningstar. I am an orphan. My parents were traitors and vanished without a trace after they stole from the pack, and they left me here to pay for their sins. The pack being the Hounds Of Hell Pack, one of the biggest and feared in all the country. “No, luna Charlotte, I want to know about them. Just one more job, right?” I say, not looking at her through the mirror as I bite my bottom lip and fidget with my fingers on my lap. The only way to sustain a pack this big was for the alpha to resort to illegal means. Drug smuggling and he uses the omegas to do this. “One more and then I will tell you everything.” She says and I release the breath I didn’t know I was holding. I look at my arms and see the mess of jagged silver scars and other swirling patterns on my once pristine flesh. Scars from countless punishments over the years, my stomach is even worse. The omegas are mules. I haven’t fully received my wolf just yet, but I know she is there. I haven’t told anyone of this because she has been with me since I was thirteen. Always in the background, giving me strength but never coming completely to the surface. Her name is Pearl. Pearl is a white wolf, the last gifted wolf from the Moon Goddess. Pearl would tell me stories of those who came before us. That the Moon Goddess has always favoured my bloodline as we are direct descendants of her. That when a white wolf is born, it possesses gifts that no other wolf has ever had before. The white wolves are meant to be extinct but I am one. I will have gifts and that is why I can’t tell anyone in the pack because they will use me for their own gain. “Tomorrow night, head to the pickup point as normal and do what you need to. Then you will have down-time and I promise I will tell you everything. Now, get to work, Pandora.” She says as she stands and leaves the small room I am in. I know luna Charlotte isn’t a kind luna, and her mate, alpha Fredrick, is just as worse. Their son, the future alpha Nathaniel, is nothing like them. He is my friend. He brings me food and clothes. He taught me to read and write in secret. Whenever he is close, Pearl purrs and I think he could be my mate. Wouldn’t that be something? My best friend being my fated mate. I sigh and smile as I get to work doing my omega duties. Today I am assisting in the kitchen. Some of the ranked members look at me like I’m filth because of what my parents did and maybe I am. Just a stain they can’t get rid of. But whatever, I’m eighteen soon and I’m praying they will stop looking at me with such disgust and disdain. “Oh, look who we have here, ladies. Little Pandy.” I stiffen but I ignore her. That is when I realise I’m alone in the kitchen. Gemma, the Beta’s daughter she has always bragged that she will be the future luna of the pack, and when she is. I will be torn apart and my body fed to the pigs. “You little cunt. Don’t you have manners? Should you not be begging at my feet like the little slave you are?” Gemma’s voice is closer now when I feel her pull my head back so hard by my long braid. I scream, dropping the glass dish I was holding as it smashes on the floor at my feet. “I said. Do you not have manners? What am I saying? Of course you don’t. You will end up like your mother, a whore.” She spits and I growl as I fight with Pearl to shove her back in my mind. “Now look at the mess you have made. You should clean it up. With your tongue. Go on, slave, do it. Drop to your knees and lick up every last bit, broken glass as well.” Gemma shoves me to my knees, and the broken glass pieces through my knees, and I wince as her friends push on my shoulders, forcing me harder into the glass. “What, you going to cry?” She makes a sad face before she laughs, and I look up at her, fighting back the tears. “No. I won’t.” I say to her as I bite my tongue to stop Pearl. Gemma slaps me hard and my teeth slice through my tongue and I wince before I spit the blood at her feet. She shrieks and then with one snap of her fingers. I’m punched, kicked, shoved hard, hair pulled, face slammed off the floor as I lay limply as my mouth is forced open and the food and broken glass is forced down my throat. I choke and splutter, blood trickling from my split lips and blood-soaked throat. “What the f**k is going on in here?” The authority of his voice has everyone going still as I look up into the kind warm eyes of Nathaniel as he helps me to my feet. He assesses me and I look down. He growls loudly before I hear a yelp and I lift my head, seeing him pinning Gemma to the wall by her throat. “You ever touch Pandora or any of the omegas again, I will remove your hands and force them down your throat. Leave now.” He says with a command in his tone as he throws her out the door and her friends scurry out after her, all while they are saying yes alpha, sorry alpha. He sighs and rakes a hand through his golden-blonde hair and turns to face me. I begin cleaning up the mess when he stops my hands and I feel a slight tingle. But Pearl is silent in my head. Ok, that is odd. Usually, she is always happy to be near him. “No, stop. You are injured. I will clean this up. Right after I take you to the doctor.” He says and I don’t look up at him as I blink back the tears. His fingers move under my chin and he tilts my head back gently. “Look at me, Pandora, please.” I do as I’m told and the first tear falls and he hugs me to his chest, cooing softly, whispering words of comfort. “Thank you, Nathaniel. I’m ok. You should get back to whatever you were doing before we both get into trouble.” I say and wince because I have just basically told him what to do, and he smiles before he chuckles. “Any punishment is worth it to see you smile. But ok, I will get back to what I was doing. But promise me you will go to the doctor when you are done. Ok? Please Pandora, I hate how you are treated here and I will change that when I take the title of Alpha in a few days.” He says and I believe him and so I nod my head and he kisses my forehead, which he has never done before, and we both stiffen when he stands abruptly and walks away. “I think he is our mate. But Pandora, be careful.” Pearl says dejectedly and I blink at her words. Shouldn’t she be over the moon with happiness that our only best friend is our mate? But something is off. That is the first time she has ever told me to be careful around him. I can feel my throat healing but Pearl knows to leave some bruising to avoid raising suspicion. “What do you see?” I ask her and she is silent. “You will know soon enough. Just trust me on this, guard your heart, Pandora, and don’t trust easily.” She says before she blocks me out. What could she mean? What did she see?