WOLF PACK: Fated Mates

CHAPTER THREE: "Born a Servant Girl" (Part 1)

---♡ SARAH'S POV ♡---

My name is Sarah Olivia Rightfield and I was not born free. I was born a servant. A lowly, poor she-wolf, the status of an omega. Property of the rich and most powerful royals of our wolf pack, the Knoxes. So was my twin brother, Justin, and my two cousins, paternal twins: Jessie and Megan.

The Moon Goddess has been good to us, as fate caused our parents to end up here with this royal family. If it wasn’t for the Knoxes, we would have nothing, and worse, we would probably have it much harder than we do now. I say we’re poor because pretty much everything we have ever had was given to us by the Knox family. I mean, we do own things, but not without help.

Our mothers were once former pack princesses of the respected, feared and revered, "Blue Moon" pack. Until, tragically, one day their pack was attacked and defeated by the fierce and massive “Kindred Souls of the Moon” hive pack, of which we are members of now.

Young and claimed, at the age of just eighteen, our moms, Sienna and her cousin Annie Marie, were auctioned off and handed over as property belonging to the Knox family, who purchased them from a vampire clan. A year after they were forced into servitude, both ended up pregnant at the young ages of nineteen. Sadly, no one seems to know who our fathers are, or they just don’t want to say.

A child conceived of an omega, regardless who the father is, is still considered a lowly wolf, often left to remain as a servant throughout their lifetime, unless a regular pack member, not a royal, marries them or their parents. Besides, a royal or an elite wolf would never claim a child they sired with an omega. It's completely unheard of and goes against pack laws. The wolf council would have their way with them.

Justin and I have a unique family. Our grandparents, Sir Isaac and Lady Sierra, were once the pack alpha and luna of the Blue Moon pack. They, along with our cousins’ grandparents, Sir Ivan and Lady Anna Marie, the former pack betas, are now imprisoned, chained in silver and made to consume wolfsbane in small but potent amounts. Why? To suppress their dominant werewolf powers. This is what rival packs do to prevent uprisings.

The twist? We can visit them. Our parents, my twin brother, our cousins, and I are allowed this rare privilege by the Knoxes. Life isn’t all bad for us. We’re treated like family by our “masters,” though they would never refer to themselves as such; unlike most other pack members who own omegas. We live in the Knox Mansion, again, unlike most other omegas, who serve the very elites they are owned by. The mansion is located behind the iron clad walls of the Greyson Royal Complex.

My mom and Annie Marie, who Justin and I call Aunt Annie, share a large suite together. Justin has a modest room near the oldest boys. Megan, Jessie, and I share a big suite close to the Knox’s only daughter.

The Knoxes are part of the “Kindred Souls” hive pack in Wolf Springs, California. Their pack, the “Moon Crest” pack, dominates the area. The twin alpha kings, Dr. Lucas and Mr. Nolan, lead the pack with their wives, the twin lunas or queens, Dr. Stephanie and Mrs. Sophia. Together, they have twelve children.

There’s four identical sons, quadruplets, who will become the future alphas: Jayce, Johnathan, Joey, and Jason. Then come the paternal triplets: Liam, Alec, and Mark. Next are two sets of identical twins: Paul and Phil, followed by Samuel and Simon. The last is Lydia, their only daughter, the pack princess.

My mornings always start with chores. Collecting laundry within the Knox Mansion is my routine. Lydia's suite is always first. It’s the closest to me. She totally has the hots for my twin brother, Justin. When I enter her suite, she might be in the shower, at the gym, or still asleep. Her expensive perfume fills the air. A soft reminder of her presence. Lydia often leaves notes on her neatly packed basket. Scribbled in her delicate handwriting. They say, "Thank you, Sarah." A small gesture, but it makes me feel appreciated.

Next, I head to the suites of Liam, Alec, and Mark. The Knox triplets. Each one leaves something interesting in their laundry baskets. Liam is clever and he has a crush on my cousin Megan. He's the thinker of the group, the strategist. He loves leaving riddles. His handwriting is neat, just like his mind. Sometimes, the riddles are easy. Other times, they’re tricky. But they always make me smile. It’s our little game.

Alec is the sweetheart with a penchant for romance. The one who crushes big time on my cousin Jessie. He thinks of us all the time. His gestures are genuine, and his warmth shines through. We often find gift cards to their family’s café in his basket. His notes say, "Treat yourself and your cousins too." It’s heartwarming. He knows how much we enjoy those little moments of freedom, slipping away from the mansion, sipping coffee and sharing secrets.

Then there’s Mark, the youngest who has a crush on my bestie, Trevor. He’s the wild card and a charmer. Famous for being a teen celebrity rocker and DJ. His basket often holds VIP concert tickets. The glossy passes smell of leather, a hint of the stage. That’s his way of sharing his world with us. Mark always winks when he sees me. His laugh echoes throughout the mansion, it's contagious. When he plays or practices for an upcoming gig, it fills the mansion with fun and music, a welcoming experience. Even in such a grand space, there’s always room for joy.

After that, there are the suites of twins Paul and Phil. They think I'm cute but also thinks that about Sophy, another one of my besties. Their spaces are a mix of chaos and charm. I’d often find stray socks on the floor near their laundry baskets. It feels like a cheeky little gesture just for me. But it’s not just socks. They know I dislike cleaning up after them. Yet, every time I do, I discover something extra in the basket. Cash. It’s always folded neatly, tucked under a t-shirt or stuffed in a pair of boxers, yuck! Always made to look like an accident, but I know better.

They leave cash for me as a secret bonus just for playing along with their silly games, it’s five, ten and sometimes even twenty dollars. It’s their way of saying “Thank you” without actually saying the words, hidden in their playful chaos. And this morning? Of course they are here, looming around. I think they're waiting for me.

"Good morning, Paul... Phil," I say, my voice echoing slightly as I enter the suite. The twins look up from their game of pool, their identical smiles flashing at me. They're so alike, it's uncanny, but I've learned to tell them apart by the way they hold themselves.

Paul's stance is more relaxed, while Phil always seems ready to pounce. They're both dressed casually, but their clothes scream money. Designer athletic gear that probably cost more than what I make in a year. Their muscles are just flexing from underneath their shirts.

"What's the magic word, Sarah?" Paul asks, his eyes twinkling with mischief.

"Thank you for leaving your laundry out," I reply with a playful smile, reaching for the basket.

"Ah, there she is!" Phil says, leaning against the pool table. "The ever-so-polite omega."

"It's part of the job description," I say, tossing a crumpled sock at him. It hits him in the chest and he catches it deftly.

"Besides, I know you guys can't live without me straightening your socks."

---♡ PAUL'S POV ♡---

And there she is like clock work, Sarah. She's so cute when she's feisty. She tosses the sock at me, and I catch it, holding it up like a prize. "Look at us," I say to Phil, "being served by a Rightfield, a would be member of the once mighty 'Blue Moon' pack."

Phil laughs, his eyes sparkling with the same mischief as mine. "Come on, Sarah," he says, "You know we don't treat you like a typical omega. But you gotta respect us, at least."

"That's because we treat you too special. You're getting lazy," I add, watching as she rolls her eyes at our antics.

But it's true. The six of us—me, Phil, Jayce, Johnathan, Joey, and Jason—we all feel something for her and treat her with care. It's more than just friendship or pack loyalty. It's a pull to her every day, an attraction. And I know it's not just us. She's got all the Knox siblings, us boys, wrapped around her little finger.

Sarah's laughter fills the room, a sweet sound that echoes through my soul and reaches deep into the core of my being. As I watch her, my inner wolf, Devaney, stirs. He's always eager around her, his eyes glowing with a soft affection that's unlike anything I've felt before. It's as if he wants her for us, me and Phil, to make her ours in ways that go beyond the boundaries of the hive pack's social structure.

My wolf, Devaney, stretches within me, his gaze on Sarah as if he can't get enough of her. "She's one of a kind, isn't she?" he says, his voice a low rumble in my thoughts. It's not the first time he's spoken up about her. Since I first shifted a year ago, he's had a fascination with the Rightfield girls, but something about Sarah... it's different. It's much more intense.

(To be Continued…)