In the moons shadow

Am I to die?

Cassie POV

The only part of my body I could move seemed to be my eyes.

That last beating had been a doozy.

Even the Alpha’s daughter had been involved.

I supposed that made sense, after all, I had slept with the Alpha Heir. The Heirs potential Beta, AND his Gamma.

I had drugged them all, and coerced them into f*****g me.

In an attempt to raise my status, from the lowly Omega that I was; to a higher ranked wolf.

When the Alpha had found out that all this had gone down.

I was seized from my room and thrown into the cells.

When I refused to take responsibility for the things I had been accused of, was when the beatings had started.

I had been in this cell for four days.

Four days of shivering in the cold, damp space.

Four days of darkness.

There was no natural light. There was only a single dusty bulb, located outside the cell, in the aisle between two rows of silver bars.

Today had been a special day. For I had been beaten not once, nor twice.

No. I had been beaten four times today.

Every beating I had received included the Alpha. Some times the pack Beta was here as well. One time the luna of our pack had been present.

I knew that today was special, for two reasons.

Number one; Christine, the Alphas daughter had been involved. It was she, who wielded the whip. Christine had been brutal. Stating that I had called her a liar, in my refusal to acknowledge my crime.

And.

Number two; Today is the day I die.

I could feel my life draining out of every stab wound, in each deep lash of the whip. My wolf had already been taken from me. In preparation of what comes next.

My mind started to wander. I couldn’t seem to concentrate on one single thing.

I still didn’t know what had occurred five days ago.

All I knew was there was a rumor going around the pack school.

As I had no friends, I had not been privy to it.

I was only aware of the whispers and sly looks from the other students.

The day had started out normal.

I had risen at five am, to start my chore list.

Every day I would have different things to do.

From cleaning the pack house social areas, to unblocking toilets.

As I was an Omega, I was part of the lowest ranked wolves in the pack.

As such, I, like many, many other Omegas were the servants that catered to the higher ranked wolves.

It didn’t matter who it was. As long as their own rank was above Omega status, we were bidden to serve them. It was all Omegas were good for.

Omegas were not able to fight, our wolves were often the runts of the family.

We were not strong. We had no intelligence above a tenth grader. So we worked, or toiled.

Yes, I think toiled was a better word to describe Omegas. We were, and always would be the bottom feeders of pack.

Destined to a life of servitude.

It was because of this fact, the rumor that accused me of trying to better my own rank by drugging the Heirs of the pack.

And forcing them to f**k me, In the hope I would get pregnant. There by, forcing them to accept me as their chosen mate. And subsequently become the same rank as the father of the child.

It simply couldn’t happen. There had never been a successful conception between a high ranked wolf, and an Omega.

It was because of this well known fact, that many Omegas were used for pleasure.

If any of us received an order from a higher ranked wolf, we had to obey without question.

Even if the order was to get down on your knees and perform oral s*x.

That was why the rumor made no sense to me.

Either the person who started the rumor was uneducated in wolf dynamics.

Or. They were just stupid.

Knowing who had started the rumor. By her own omission, I went with the latter of the two.

Christine was a typical spoiled brat. Whatever she wanted, she got.

It would seem Christine had wanted to see me punished for something I didn’t do.

So I was. I was punished in the most cruel way.

Because of that, I lay on the cold, hard stone floor of my cell.

Dying.

It was getting more and more difficult to breathe now.

My chest felt like I had a vice clamped around it. Constricting my airflow, getting tighter with each shallow intake of cold air.

The moment was upon me. The next group to arrive would find my body, beaten, bloodied and cold.

The Alpha would most likely charge one of his crew with the disposal of my corpse.

There would be no investigation into my death.

No one would mourn me. No one would notice .

I was alone in this world.

The thought crossed my mind, as thoughts tended to do as your life ebbs away.

I thought, I hope the next life will be better than this one had been.

This one had been just as cursed as the last one. And, the one before that.

I felt the last of my breath slip from between my busted lips.

The pain stopped.

I knew who I would see next.

And sure enough. Moon was standing about ten feet away from me.

She had a soft smile of sympathy on her face, then she held out both hands.

I walked towards her slowly. I didn’t like the smile she wore. Alas, Moon had been wrong again.

“I told you! Didn’t I tell you that was the wrong vessel for me?”

Moon looked at me, a peaceful look on her face now.

“Come child. We shall try again