Wolves-Heart of a beast

I remember the day when life would never be the same again ,that fateful day, still just a young wolf at play with my brothers and sisters in the forest,when suddenly an invading hungry wolf pack attacked. I watched my parents, the Alpha and Alpha Queen of our pack, wage a brave fight, but the enemy was a considerable group. One by one, they all fell, and I was the last one. I was left alone, an orphan, an omega wolf,the lowest in the hierarchy. I had to run or face being killed by the other packs attacking. I moved from Coven to Coven in search of a new home, only to be greeted with hostility and rejection. A lot of them saw me as weak and a burden. I was condemned to be alone, always on the fringes of society. One night, I was exhausted and trying to rest in a hidden den when Darius, the Alpha wolf of a feared and powerful pack and a proclaimed lycan king, found me. He was drunk, his eyes wild with no focus. He attacked me, pinning me down. I can't stand thinking about it,the pain, the shame, the horror. I was alone and vulnerable, and he took advantage of me. I had been on the run for months, escaping the memories of that fateful night , I was also scared at the thought of king Darius coming to his senses ,and realizing what he has done and search for me , to become a breeder for him which also meant to become his wife , a thought I dreaded so much . My body could take no more. I began to feel odd; my senses were up too high, and my stomach was churning with a newfound nausea. At first, I thought it was merely exhaustion; but deep down inside, I knew something was different. One sunny day, a look at my reflection was drawn out while I was drinking water from the river. My eyes flew open in the great realization of my body's new detail: my belly had a slight protrusion, and my fur was snowier and shinier than before. A jolt of dread greatened in me, making me disbelieve. No, it wasn't true. I thought. But deep in my mind, I knew that was simply not true. I was with a child. It dawned on me like a burst of lightning. It made me feel like I gasped for air, drowning beneath the enormity of the new reality. I'd been trying so hard to push the memories away, and now they flooded back,with Darius' face, eyes, and hands on my body. I felt a wave of nausea and shame wash over me. How could this have happened? I thought I was safe. I thought I'd gotten away. But my body had betrayed me. I was bearing the pup of the wolf who had violated me. The thought sickened me. I was on the floor as my body gave in, racked through with sobs. I felt as though my whole world was coming to an end. I was alone, scared, pregnant, and didn't know what to do. I couldn't believe it. Pregnant with Darius' pups,as it dawned on me I was expecting twins. The thought made me sick to my stomach. I'd tried everything in my power just to get rid of them and make them go away, but it seemed my body had decided to protect them. It felt like I was stuck in a never-ending nightmare, and there was nowhere to run. I couldn't return to my pack; I couldn't take much time facing Darius' wrath. I was alone, scared, and ashamed. That's when I ran. I ran like the devil, on and on, until at last I tumbled down, exhausted and lost. I recovered a bit in a little thicket forest, quite wisely all by itself, and I fell rather exhausted upon it. Days grew to weeks, and weeks grew to months. I could sense the pups within, growing larger each day and trying to do all the somersaults they could inside my stomach. I knew I was responsible for these babies, so I continued. That day finally came,under a full moon lit sky,I gave birth to my two pups, Malik and Damian. Both of them were small, delicate, and entirely under my protection. Eventually, I realized that I couldn't do it all on my own; I needed help. My days of wandering continued. The pups were growing by the hour, and I would have to find a way to carry them. Because of this, I took on human form and began to select tree branches to make baskets. I eased them inside to sit in Malik's and Damian's arms comfortably, my hands ever so grateful to be freed once more. On my way, I found myself among my fellow werewolves, only that they would turn around, growl, and run off as soon as they got the whiff of my omega status. By now, I was used to it, but it still stung. Tired out then, I went into a wolf village, visiting to rest upon his tree shade. Next to the shade-giving tree, I laid my head on one basket and found a seat. This, however, angered a section of the community as their eyes narrowed at me with hostility. "Get out, Omega," one of them growled. "Welcome here, you are not." I tensed against the fight, but before something else could further be done, a fiery-spirited young woman in a blacksmith's apron sprang up. "Back off! She's just a mother trying to protect her pups," Amelia said, her voice firm but kind. The villagers snarled but fell back, leaving poor Amelia smiling warmly at me. "Come, you must be starving. Come to my dad's workshop, and we'll get you some food and clothes ,you need to rest you look quite exhausted." She accepted, leading me to the forge. Her father nodded in welcome. She fed me again a bit and handed me some water, guiding me to a warm, hearty room where my pups and I were finally able to relax. For the first time in years, fleetingly, I had a moment of safety, a moment of belonging, when absolute loneliness threatened to creep in at any moment. And it was all because Amelia had looked past her omega status and treated me like an equal wolf. As I lay there with my eyes closed, she prayed to me about her life in the village. She was a talented blacksmith, just like her father was, and she had this thing inside her that seemed to want to help others. I felt drawn to her; her kindness and strength made my heart grow fonder. But I had yet to brace myself to explain to her what I'd been through. Amelia's little eyes were irrationally lowered down to the offspring. "What'd you name these little beasts? They're so adorable." The words conveyed such love and compassion as she tickled the pups. "Damien and Malik,Damien is the one with the birthmark on his cheek," I replied. She then asked me the question that broke me into a thousand pieces. "But what about their father? Where is he?" I could not take it anymore, so I burst into tears as I dropped to the floor; however, Amelia came closer to comfort me. It was in this comfort that I built up the trust to let her know everything in me, leaving no detail of what I've been through with, and who unfortunately is the father of my kids: Damien and Malik. "My father and I will do everything to keep you and the twins safe and away from him, i promise you." Looking into my eyes, she assured me, and I slept off in her arms. She offered to help me find a safe, secluded spot that exuded calm. We wrapped hands, my pups in their baskets, and after about half an hour, we reached the clearing, surrounded by several trees and a stream running close by. "So that's it." Amelia's face broke into a smile. "You can start your life over here once again. I will help you make that house; we will plant ourselves right across from each other. I nearly had tears of gratitude. I finally found a friend,a true friend,who accepted me just as I was. "Thank you, Amelia." I made one strained sound through the thickness of my throat. "Thank you for seeing me." So we embarked on a new life, forgiving each other for what had occurred in the past. or at least that's what I wanted to think. How wrong I was.