Fated To The Cursed Alpha

Chapter 1

Gazing at the moon outside through the small window in my room, I started to question my existence. Why was I born into this world? I wondered. The moon Goddess must have made a mistake by sending me out into this cruel world. Am I truly the Devil's spawn? Why am I so different from others? Is it because of my red eyes? But it isn't my fault I was born this way... I have the lowest rank of all omegas. I am undoubtedly weak and less of a threat to weaker beings.

"Alisa?" I heard a familiar voice call from behind. I turned to meet his deep green eyes staring affectionately towards mine. "Alisa, what's wrong? Were you ridiculed again?" He questioned with Concern playing a huge role in his soft masculine voice. I chuckled and shook my head negatively. "No... I wasn't, brother."

"Alisa" he sighed and then called her name scoldingly. "It's fine you can tell me anything, I know you were—"

"Bullied?" Alisa smiled and brought up her scarred arm to her brother's view. " so? What are you going to do about it huh?" Her eyes became teary. " Just stop trying to protect me all the time Draven! It's of no use! Just stay out of this as much as you can... Please" she cried. "I don't want you getting taunted because of me... Please." She pulled his shirt and buried her face on his chest.

"Alisa... Protecting you is my duty. That's why I am your elder brother, don't ever think of it as a burden on me, okay?" He caressed her long soft black hair and pulled her into a hug.

Living In a world where rank determines your fate is quite an impediment for the weak. Bullying and overwork have become all too common, but those in power seem to turn a blind eye to the suffering of the less fortunate. The injustice of it all is unbearable.

I live with my family in the most excruciating condition as mere servants under the higher-ups. We were ranked the lowest omegas in the Trots moon pack thus making us the most vulnerable werewolves in the pack. Life would have been much easier if I had been born normally like other children, but instead, the MoonGodess decided I would be different and made me into the most disgusting and hated werewolf in the pack.

I was born with red irises and long pitch-dark hair, which the people considered a crime. They thought it was abnormal for a Newborn to possess such long hair that almost obscured its entire body with red Eyes immediately after she was brought out from the womb.

I was popular mainly because of my red eyes since my mother always trimmed my hair to the right length. I was a cookie for bullies, especially in school. My brother would jump in most of the time to defend me and in the end, would get beaten up badly. The only time he wasn't around when I was getting bullied was when he was receiving treatment from my mother.

It was bearly daybreak when the door to our room received ferocious hits from outside whilst someone screamed like a maniac, "Open up you low lives!!! You see the time?!! Five minutes late!! It's 4:05 AM!!"

We immediately recognized that ugly voice, of the servant's quarters caretaker, Mr Logwood, and quickly ran out of our tiny space which was at the far end of all the servant rooms in this quarter. " We're sorry for the inconvenience Mr logwood, we promise this blunder won't repeat itself." We were all already outside of our room, with all our heads down and lips shut tight except for that Father who apologized to Mr logwood.

Mr logwood spat on Father's head. "Raise your head you filth." he ordered, and Father complied he spat on his face and grinned. "get out of my sight you stinker!!" Mr logwood turned his back against us and staggered off.

I glared at the man with my fits balled and gritted my teeth tight. "I hope his leg never heals" I found myself saying even before I could stop myself.

"Alisa!" I heard my mom scold me, but it was too late. Although Mr logwood was pretty much far away from us, I was sure his sensitive ears caught what I said. He turned to look back with a look of disgust, making his wrinkles heavily visible on his forehead. His lips were distorted in the most hateful way as he matched back toward Alisa's family. Each step he took closer was fierce and faster and in less than a moment he was standing right in front of us. One would think his legs were healed already.

The door to all the servant's rooms flew open almost at once. "Good morning Mr logwood!!" The servants greeted, with their gazes lowered.

"You...!" Mr logwood ignored all the other servants and pulled up my hair with brutal force before spitting on my face. I could spot my brother losing his self-control from the corner of my eyes. I heard my heart race as the cold breeze swept past and carried a harmful whiff of an old man's angry aura.

Mr logwood flung me across the passageway and in an instant was picking me up again as I winced and cried out in pain. I brace myself for more but I only end up hearing a thud right next to me. I raised my head and gasped.

Draven had tried to stop Mr logwood but ended up receiving a hit right to his chest and he dropped to the floor right next to me as he coughed up blood continuously. "Draven!!!" I screamed and my parents finally lifted their heads to stare at their children getting pummeled badly.

It was a relief that my parents didn't try to stop Mr logwood cause the consequences would have been dire.

I tugged his almost lifeless body with tears making their way out of my eyes. "Draven?" I cried and received another crazy hit from Mr. Logwood. He pulled my hair and dragged me like a sack of rotten potatoes.

"Please..." Draven raised his arm. "Let... Me" he coughed up more blood and I could only stare as I was being dragged away. "I'm sorry." were the faint words that escaped my lips.

'If only I hadn't been clumsy! ' I berated myself inwardly with one of my hands stretched out towards my brother. I saw my parents rush to Draven after I had been dragged further enough. My eyes refused to stay open any longer. My weak self started to submit to a state of subconscious. My hands dropped and the voices of the people around me became faint until I couldn't see or hear anything anymore.

Mr logwood dragged Alisa's unconscious body outside and tied her to a pole at the center of the servant's quarters. A bucket of cold dirty water was brought to him and he splashed it on the unconscious girl who refused to wake up. " This is where you will rot, you crazy b***h" he spat and left.

I woke up to a sudden sharp pain in my foot and forcibly raised my eyelids "I..." was all I could mutter.

"Monster!". I stared down to find a small chubby-looking boy's hand loaded with tiny pebbles.

He flung the pebbles at me. "Jena look! I got its leg again!" He cried out to his elder sister. I stared at my environment to figure I was in the middle of the servant's quarters with my body bound to a pole. This wasn't a first, it didn't bother me much. I was covered with eggshells, stones, fish heads, dirty water whatnot. I sighed. At least I would be escaping work today.

"Hey!" I gestured to the little chubby boy. It seemed the other servants had their share of fun before I woke up. It was already daybreak and the sun was fully out.

The chubby kid frowned and ran away. Did he hear me? My eyes followed him. he was running toward a woman who seemed to be his mother. " Tyler, common here you'll be late for school" I heard her say and it abruptly hit me. "School!" A very important test is going to be taken today and I'm sure to miss it.