Alpha Debby's Dreams

Debby's POV A lash of sharp claws came with a full force. I woke up escaping hurt by a miniscule of distance. My eyes snapped open from my dream where I was running the meadows as a white wolf. Reality dawned on me. The head omega of the packhouse was shouting at the top of her lungs while one of the warrior guard subordinates' was slapping the dozed off working slaves. I huffed a sigh, and pulled my clothes hurriedly pulling my bed mate Sabrina before the guards attention came down to her tiny body again. In the omega quarters we slaves, saved from the frequent wars among packs, are given a cot each. Unmated and mated alike we all live together under one roof, which means females often get manhandled here. And before you wonder, no we are not in any hierarchy to ask for justice. So we defend ourselves against other groups or the pack hierarchy and their heirs. It is a cut throat world out here. Yes, we are shifters by birth. Yet, some of us shift, others don't and it's a long history with magic and disease overlapping. My sweet friend Sabrina, is one of the weaker wolves who made it through her last transformation at 18, which is also the average age. The late bloomers can be as far along as 30 years old. Fate, magic, disease, lineage all play their horrific part in deciding who rules and who slaves. Even though Sabrina' s transformation is considered normal, yet her being a slave, much less even among the omegas, makes us the targets for bullies, adults and kids alike. Like they say, the apple doesn't fall far from the tree. Nightmares are easy in my world, getting harassed by slaves at night is a problem, so she sleeps in the same cot as me. Her build is lean, short black hair which lacks luster. Though she is thin, she still is hardworking and cooks up a storm in the pack kitchen every single day. We receive meals twice a day or sometimes once a day. So, when we get food on our plates we don't choose, instead we eat to our fill. By now you must be wondering why Sabrina sleeps in my cot, what happened to her cot and I being in this hell hole, how can I protect anyone. I consider myself an average looking woman. I am 37 this year. My birthday was on the 16th of May. Unbeknownst to anyone, including Sabrina, I am an Alpha wolf and I was rescued.. hmm.. I let myself be rescued at the age of 17. The nearby pack was attacked a few years back (my true rescuers, my maternal aunt passed away then) So, to survive, I was found and saved in one of the pack battles, or so every one thinks and here I am living as a slave among slaves. I truly don't mind. I got my wolf at the age of 16! Yes, I am a hell-O powerful alpha with great lineage directly from royalty, pure blood, my wolf is Silver white with magical powers, and my disease is my strength, I age much much slower than any living soul on this side of the planet. The only other beings I know are the vampires and the Were-Lycan King himself. My only bane to my existence is my fate. By my true identity, I am Princess Debby of Crescent Moon, Pure Alpha by blood, daughter of Late Alpha Derrick and Late Alpha Simone, grand daughter of Late Wiccan Elder Ulried on my paternal side and grand daughter of Late King Peter and Queen Annalise of Southern Hemisphere on maternal side. So, by birth alone, I should have been the ruler. But well, fate has its own story to tell when my pack was attacked and I was only 10. The Crescent Moon pack fell after 10 long days of fight. It was unprecedented. The war took many lives and injured more. Physical and emotional injuries still remain among the survivors. I was rescued by my maternal aunt's pack, Bloodmoon Pack. Even that was attacked when I turned 17. I already had my wolf by then and was well aware of the dangers of the world. Seven years of training at Bloodmoon Pack had built me to be the woman I am today. For all who still wonder where that Princess went, why she is not fighting back, is she even alive; a battle cannot be fought with just 1 man. You need Allies, people, beings to get revenge. My best course of action was to lay low and infiltrate one of the enemy packs. So, here I am, a slave, lower than a omega, getting tortured every day and night building my army among the slaves. Sabrina and few others are my such friends whom I will take away with me the first chance I get. And the chance is soon presenting itself. The Were-Lycan King is coming to town at the next full moon.