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Lucky? No! I Don't Wanna Be Uncle Alpha's Second Mate

Lucky? No! I Don't Wanna Be Uncle Alpha's Second Mate

Lesley Williams was once the alpha's daughter, but a fatal accident took away everything she loved. Now she's her Uncle's pet and the pack's omega, which means she's constantly bullied and abused. She's broken inside, but she doesn't want to leave her father's pack in fear of what her uncle might do to them in retaliation. Her only comfort is that when she meets her mate, he'll be able to take her away from this hellhole... Alpha Cedrick Silver had a mate once. A beautiful omega wolf, but she rejected him. Barely surviving the broken bond, he became ruthless and coldhearted, throwing himself into building up his pack to be the biggest and strongest pack in the nation. Now he has a girlfriend, that he's content with and he does not want a mate: EVER! But the second their eyes met, Cedrick and Lesley realized that they were fated for each other. Not thrilled about having another omega mate, Cedrick is even more disgusted when he realized that not only is his second chance mate considered 'the pack's slut', but she's also half his age. Does he want someone like that as his mate and Luna? Can she trust him with her secrets? Can these two broken people find love? WARNING!! This story contains scenes of sexual abuse of a child, rape, sex, strong language, verbal abuse, extreme bullying, mental disorders, self-harm, thoughts of suicide, gore, and other offenses that might be illegal in some countries.
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Chapter 10

Lesley's POV "Leave her alone, Trevor!" Amanda shoots, trying to come between us, but she'll soon realize that getting between a rock and a hard place, isn't a place where you want to go. "Trevor," Fraya kindly smirks, making my blood run cold before she turns to her brother. "Why don't you get Lesley to tell her friend, what she really thinks about her?" Trevor smiled. His eyes wandered from me to Amanda. I can see her flinch. I knew she was still heartbroken and felt like an idiot for falling for Trevor. But watching him look at her now, with such content about abusing her for his own entertainment, makes me want to cut his eyes out. Son of a---! Too bad that wasn't actually an insult in the werewolf world! I could almost see Amanda's heart sink, while she bravely stands her ground. Stupid idiot! Why didn't she get away while she could? If not by Fraya or Trevor, she would definitely get hurt by me, because my thoughts of her at the moment weren't that high! "What a great idea," he stated, looking back at me with an evil grin, that I wish could slap off his face. Stupid, stupid alpha command! Stupid, stupid omega rank! "Tell us, Lesley," he continued, while anger and the fire of the command wash over my body. "Tell us what you really think about your best friend?" "She's a slut and a backstabbing bitch," I answered, unable to resist the alpha command. I cursed at myself mentally. I hated how little resistance I could put up against my uncle's stupid command. Even something as dumb as doing what Trevor was saying. "And dumb as a doorknob, if she falls for something as stupid as Trevor's lame pick-up lines," I continued the murder. "Hey!" Trevor exclaimed, pissed by the insult; but hey! He asked for the truth. His hand collided with my cheek, causing me to stumble backward. It stung and tears were pressing against my eyelids. But I bit it down. Like hell, I was going to cry! Like hell, I was going to let them see, that they got to me! "Lesley?" Amanda sounds heartbroken, and from the corner of my eye, I could see her take a step toward me. But I couldn't face her. I wanted to hold her, hug her, and comforter her. But I can't! If I move, I'll break. I'll cry and they'll know they broke me. And I will never let them know! I can't let them know. "Oh, baby! Did that hurt?" Fraya smirked evilly, taking a step toward Amanda with a fake pout. "You know she's under an alpha command; she can't lie." Amanda threw me one last glance. I wanted to say sorry and explain, but. If she stuck around, Goddess only knew what they would do to her. The best thing for her was to get away from here. But knowing Amanda and her guilty conscience, that wasn't gonna happen anytime soon. So I did the only thing I could do at this point: I avoided her pleading eyes with a cold shoulder and an "I don't care"-shrug. Worked like magic every time I needed to push someone away. Amanda took a step back, her eyes watering up. Without a word she turned around and ran away. My heart was bleeding and everything inside me howled to go and comfort her. I felt like shit! Worse even, because---reasons, bitches! I just had to explain it to her later. Hopefully, she'd give me a chance to explain. "Well, that was fun," Fraya laughed alongside her brother before they both turned their attention to me. And I'd be lying if I said, that that didn't send a cold shiver down my spine. "Come on! I have an idea." Oh shit! I was so fucked! Trevor ordered me to follow and like that, I followed two of my worst enemies into the forest. Apparently, Fraya had seen something here this morning that had given her a 'good' idea. I shuttered at the thought alone. Her 'good' ideas, usually meant I was going to get nightmares . Once we finally stopped, my heart dropped. There, before me, was the biggest pile of horse feces – yes! That's bloody horse shit! – I'd ever seen! I had to swallow the vile gulp that threatened to exit my stomach, while I turned all the colors of disgust. Please, I begged mentally, hoping that they at least had a minimum amount of humanity within them not to do this! Boy, was I wrong.! Fraya smirked while taking off her gold ring and throwing it in. My heart sank and my stomach turned. I did not like the looks of this! "Tell her to pick it up," she told her brother, who never had any problems with taking orders from his sister. She then turned to me, with the biggest, meanest grin on her perfect little face. "With her mouth!" My heart sank. WHAT?! Did I hear her right? No! No way! I shook my head, taking a step back. That was just--- That was disgusting! Beyond disgusting! That was---! "I like the way you think, sister," Trevor agreed, taking a hungry look at me; loving to see me humiliated and in pain. Please! Please no! Without thinking I'd taken another step back, my heart skipping several beats. Oh, goddess! Please no! "You heard her: Pick it up! With your mouth!" NO! I wanted to yell and shout. There's no way I was going to.! But the damn alpha command burned in my veins. The more I tried to resist, the more it burned. My entire body felt like it was on fire, like invisible hands we pulling at my core. Chains at the very essence of my soul, my wolf, were pulling me to do as he told me to. I heard my wolf whimper, trying to fight it too, but it was useless. We were no match against an alpha; not anymore. Before I knew it, I was on my hands and knees, leaning over the fresh pile of shit. My entire being shivered in anger and disgust. The stench of ammonia, earth, and digested grass filled my nostrils, making me gag. This only caused my so-called cousins to laugh in delight. Damn it! Now the tears also pressed against my eyelids! Why? Why did I have to be so weak? Why couldn't I just tell them to stick it where the sun doesn't shine? Why was I so useless? Why was I the one, having to pick up a ring from a piece of horse shit?! If my parents were alive, I'd never ask them to do something like this! I would never do anything to them! Why did I deserve this? Why.?! "Hurry up!" Trevor suddenly said, pressing his heavy food on my back, pushing me forward. Before I could brace myself, I was launched forward into the pile. Soft, cold, and smelling like---shit! I jumped up, gasping for air. My face was covered in shit, making them laugh in delight. My heart felt like someone had stabbed it. Fucking idiots! Fucking humiliation! Fucking life! Clenching my hands, I'd made up my mind. Bloody hell.! Without thinking, I launched forward--- and picked up the bloody ring! WITH. MY. MOUTH! Before the baboons knew what hit them, I spit the ring at Fraya, grabbing fistfuls of shit. "HEY!" I didn't stick around to see my masterpiece. I threw it at them, aiming at their faces, and ran! Covering my ears, I ran, as I'd never run before, heading for our pack. I bolted into the showers of the old training arena, knowing that no one ever came there any more. Still coving my ears, I sneaked a peak out the window. The only way to disobey an alpha command was if you couldn't hear it! I saw Frays and Trevor coming out of the woods, and I quickly stuck my fingers even deeper into my ears. I'm not risking anything. They looked pissed! Fraya jumping up and down like a fucking toddler. But they didn't stick around to look for me. Trevor took one sniff at himself and they both ran for the packhouse. I sighed in relief, but it only came out as a hard sob. I felt relieved, but my entire body was shaking in horror and disgust. Why? Why?! Just FUCKING why?! I stomped my feet and punched the floor. Why? Why? I screamed as the tears ran down my face, burning my chin like the traitors they were. The anger and frustration came rushing over me like a tidal wave, crushing my walls like paper-mâché. Why did this keep happening to me? When would it end? I should just end my life and get it fucking over with! This was not worth it! This was not. I took a deep breath and rested my head against the cold wall. Trying to take in some calming deep breaths. If I left, who would then take care of the pack? Beta Sean was amazing at his job, but he couldn't do everything alone. I had to be here. For my dad. "I will be ok," I muttered, taking one final deep breath to calm down. "No matter what, I will be fine!" Saying this always calmed me down. My memory flew back to that day, when. Nope! No time for that, I thought although the thought alone sent a shiver down my spine and somehow made the scar, that ran across my back ace in longing for my big omega brother. I somehow got back to my feet, although my body felt completely drained of energy. I headed to the showers. There was no warm water, but after a while, a cold shower was just what I needed. Leftover sobs and a strip later I was clean and only a small fragment of the bad shit smell lingered. Thank the gods! Now for the harder part. I needed a change of clothes. Who were all in the attic! So, I planned a little route. If I got to the back of the packhouse, I could sneak in through the laundry room, wash my clothes and use the backstairs to get upstairs. From there, I didn't need to pass any of the bedrooms/bathrooms to get to the attic. And so, I was off! In literally nothing but my panties! Thank the gods, that everybody was either on patrol or at work/school at this time of day! The second I was inside I threw my clothes into the washer. As soon as the wretched stench of shit was behind closed doors, I finally took in a deep sigh of relief. So far so. That's when I smelled it. A smell that sent a shiver down my spine. It smelt---nice and. safe?! Like when you used to wake up in the morning as a child and had just gotten to the waking up part. The sweet scent of the morning and warm beds. And then you realize that you're still lying between your parents; their scent and warmth still surrounding you and you feel like you're in the safest place on earth. That was the feeling I got, as it entered my nostrils. And for some reason, my first instinct was to check if the fabric softener might be leaking or something. But that had a strong smell of flowers – lavender, because that was my aunt's favorite (guess what fragment ISN'T my favorite?). And the bottle was intact. Then what the.? "Excuse me?" The voice was deep and soft. Oozing with power and authority. It belonged to a male and I didn't recognize it. And I knew every single member in this pack, so either someone had hit puberty, or there was a stranger in the laundry room. Guess which one I thought it was? "Yup?", I asked in my normal chirpy voice and popped out of the cabinet. The cabinet was behind the door so even if someone walked in, I was still hidden. But since I knew everyone here and I don't have a nudity problem (cured for that some rapes ago), I made my presence known to the invading man; knowing he'd probably run into the door, scrambling out of here the second he laid eyes on me--- But damn it! Where did that smell come from?! It was driving me nuts at this point! The man stepped in and I turned around to face--- My face was drained of all color as my heart sank to the bottom of my belly. Of course, it had to be a complete stranger! The next second, I understood two things: I was butt naked in front of a high-ranking wolf from a different pack. And the mouthwatering scent came from him! I looked up at him. Our eyes met and that – as they say – was that! Mate! It was my wolf. I hadn't heard her voice in ages, but it was her alright! And although the word wasn't more than a faint whisper, I still knew exactly what it meant.

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