Follow
Chapters
Share
The REJECTED Wolf Turn Mighty Luna  Novel Cover

The REJECTED Wolf Turn Mighty Luna

After being cast out by Alpha Sylvester for her perceived weakness, Millicent survives exile to become a formidable force. Two years later, her former mate returns, desperate to reclaim the woman he once discarded. However, Millicent has moved on, finding a new destiny and a complex bond with twin Alphas. When Sylvester attempts to assert his original claim, he discovers that Millicent is no longer a submissive omega but a mighty Luna who belongs to another.
Chapters
Share

Chapter 2

: Traumatic Memories

While trying to shake father back to life, I looked the battle raging around me, my eyes searching for someone to help me save my father. I saw my mother and wondered why she had come out. I knew her Omegas and my father's Beta had taken her and some of the women and pups into the secret hideaway to protect her in her delicate condition. She might not have been able to stay away just like I hadn't. She and my father were so much in love. She must have felt her husband calling for her and came to answer his call.

I waved at her frantically, pointing to my father. I knew the instant she saw me because she nodded and started towards us but right before my eyes, she fell. Some wolf attacked her, breaking her neck. And she fell heavily on her stomach.

I was puzzled, at first, not knowing exactly what had just happened. One moment my mother was running towards us, the next she was lying in a pool of her own blood. When what had happened to her registered, the pain in my heart intensified almost suffocating me, I had to open my mouth to scream to let in air into my lungs. And scream I did in my anguish. I screamed so much that no sound came out of my throat anymore. My mother had been pregnant. The pack's seer had foretold that mother had the long - awaited prince in her womb. The news had brought so much joy to the whole pack and had been greeted with much celebration. Why had the seer not foretold this?

I left father lying there and ran to mother, not giving a thought to my own safety as the butchering went on all around me. But Ma, as I fondly called her, was already beyond help. In helpless confusion, I ran from mother's lifeless body to father's, crying and screaming, not knowing what to do, until strong hands pulled me away, 'Come my princess, it is dangerous out here'. It was one of the loyal warriors of our pack.

'No!' she screamed. 'Can't leave them'.

'You can't help them now', he insisted, 'The future of the pack depends on you now'. But as he was taking me away, He was clawed down and blood gurgling out of his throat and mouth, he still tried to save me.

'I'm sorry, my princess, I am use... less to you now. Run!' he said, his voice sounding funny due to the blood gurgling out of his mouth as he spoke. The effort must have been too much for him because his eyes rolled upward and his head fell to the side as he breathed his last. I was beyond grief by this time.

Strong hands grabbed me again but I could tell that these hands were different from those of our loyal warrior, these were rough. I tried to claw and kick my way out of the grip that proved too strong for my fragile ten year old self. I hated myself for my weakness and inability to save my parents or at least remain there and die with them. What kind of princess was I if I could not save my pack? Of course the war ended with the death of my parents as the warriors surrendered. There was no Alpha to protect or lead them and no Luna as well.

I came back to the here and now and vigorously wiped the tears that stung my eyes at this painful recollection. I feel so alone. But for my friend Samantha, I did not know if I could have survived the life I've had to live. It hasn't been easy, this transition from a princess to a maid.

I blinked now, as I recalled my reaction to the announcement made by Alpha Sylvester that I was to clean up the entire pack, as punishment for breaking a dish.

'What?' I had exclaimed, not believing I had heard right.

'You heard right. The task must be completed before the end of the day', he said and walked away with heads bowing at his departure.

Thinking at first that it was just a sick joke, afterall it was only one piece of china that was broken, not a whole set, I looked round at the faces around me, their expressions showing me, it was no joke. Some looked at me with pity, others with glee and others with indifference. And then the guards marched me off to where I was to start serving my punishment and stood guard to ensure that I obeyed or got beaten to submission.

I do not know if I would have been able to do it all alone if a young girl, though older than I had not come from no where and asked to help me. The moon goddess must have sent her.

'Let me help you for a bit', she said smiling sympathetically at me.

I was surprised but glad that she offered. I nodded. She bent and we started working together. Of course the guards wanted to stop her but she was able to convince them to allow her stay with me with her gentle voice and charming smile.

'If Alpha Sylvester finds you here or finds out you helped her, we are done for and you will be no better?' one guard told her.

'I shall not bother about that if I were you because the moon goddess asked me to come here and help this poor soul', she said smiling at them sweetly.

'I am Samantha Crane', she said smiling at me as we continued our daunting task. 'What's your name?'

'Millicent', I said but I could not return her smile. 'Millicent Harry'.

'Can we be friends?' she asked.

I was shocked that anyone would want to be friends with someone like me who had been shown all kinds of hostility since I got to the pack. I could not speak as I looked into her expectant eyes. So, I nodded and she smiled.

At the end of that day, I fell sick, trembling and running temperature at the same time. I was to be on bed rest for one full week according to the doctor, the Alpha sent to come administer some form of treatment on me, when they saw I was not pretending to be ill but was actually very sick. Even the necessity of a bed rest was denied me as I was made to commerce my duties with the pains and aches which were the souvenirs of the punishment I served, immediately my fever broke. I have never forgotten it till this day. It instilled greater fear in my heart for the ruthless Alpha but caused me to lose any respect that I had left for him, and made me all the more determined to teach him a lesson, he would never forget. He might have thought he had broken me and made me forget my roots. I let him think that.

I am exhausted now, but dared not stop for a little rest for I don't know who amongst the other Omegas might be watching and report to the Alpha. They did that often in order to get into his good books or curry favour from him. And if it were reported that I was seen sitting around when I was supposed to be doing my chores, I just might have to pay dearly for it.

I collected all the dirty clothes, filled a big basin with water, sprinkled into it the required quantity of detergent, dipped my hand into the mixture and stirred, causing fumes and bubbles. Sorting the clothes according to colours, into different buckets to prevent the whites being dyed by the clothes of other colours, I washed, first the Alpha's clothes, then the other higher officials.

'Millicent, are you still washing?' Samantha asked. She had been working in the fields, picking flowers and fruits.

'Just getting started but I must confess, I am already exhausted and very hungry.

'Let's do it together then. We shall be through in no time and then you can go and eat', Samantha offered, and I could have kissed her, I was so touched. Samantha must be tired as well but did not think of herself as she bent and started washing.

I sneezed and this caused Samantha to look at me. 'You might have caught a cold as a result of dipping your hands in water all the time, doing one washing after another', she said but she must have seen something that looked suspiciously like tears in my eyes, because she asked, 'What is it?' 'It's not a cold is it?'

I don't know why I have not told Samantha about my original pack from where Sylvester had brought me. I confided everything in Samantha but that.

'Nothing', I said. 'I have a running nose and it brings tears to my eyes, and you are really a great friend' I said meaning every word but feeling bad for hiding my past from her.

It's been about seven years now, but I still have nightmares about what happened in my pack, but the pain of my loss had not grown blunt with time, it was reinforced everytime the Alpha maltreats me. I don't really care how he treats me because I'm more determined to avenge my parents' deaths. How I'll accomplish that, I do not know, especially since I am so fragile. So, like an activated bomb, ticking away and ready to explode, I remain silent, doing the chores, enduring humiliation, torture, ... bidding my time....

You may also like

Burned at the Stake Novel Cover
9.7
Accused of murdering her grandmother by swapping her medication with sugar, the protagonist is forced into a cremator by her own mother as a horrific form of penance. Despite her father's hesitation, her mother's rage seals the door. Trapped alongside her grandmother's corpse, she faces agonizing flames while maintaining her innocence. This chilling mystery and horror novel explores a daughter's desperate final moments as she seeks atonement for a crime she claims she never committed.
Flooded Heart and a Survivor's Wrath Novel Cover
9.2
After a catastrophic flood and a life ending in agony, the protagonist wakes up to the day of the disaster. He discovers his wife, a rescue captain, has also been reborn and intends to save her true love, Nathan, instead of him. In their previous timeline, Nathan's suicide led to the hero being framed and brutally murdered by his own spouse. Now, as the waters rise again, he chooses to let her go. This time, he will not stand in her way, seeking a different path away from her wrath.
Hell Hath No Fury Like a Woman Scorned Novel Cover
8.7
In Hell Hath No Fury Like a Woman Scorned, a business investment turns into a nightmare when a billionaire’s wife falsely accuses an investor of being a mistress. During her engagement party, a violent mob humiliates her while her fiancé heartlessly calls off the wedding. Refusing to be a victim, she uses her own strength to fight back and calls in her legal team to ensure her attackers face justice. Now, as her regretful ex-fiancé begs for a second chance, she prepares to leave him in the past.
Marrying My Runaway Groom's Powerful Father Novel Cover
9.0
I was sitting in the Presidential Suite of The Pierre, wearing a Vera Wang gown worth more than most people earn in a decade. It was supposed to be the wedding of the century, the final move to merge two of Manhattan's most powerful empires. Then my phone buzzed. It was an Instagram Story from my fiancé, Jameson. He was at Charles de Gaulle Airport in Paris with a caption that read: "Fuck the chains. Chasing freedom." He hadn't just gotten cold feet; he had abandoned me at the altar to run across the world. My father didn't come in to comfort me. He burst through the door roaring about a lost acquisition deal, telling me the Holland Group would strip our family for parts if the ceremony didn't happen by noon. My stepmother wailed about us becoming the laughingstock of the Upper East Side. The Holland PR director even suggested I fake a "panic attack" to make myself look weak and sympathetic to save their stock price. Then Jameson’s sleazy cousin, Pierce, walked in with a lopsided grin, offering to "step in" and marry me just to get his hands on my assets. I looked at them and realized I wasn't a daughter or a bride to anyone in that room. I was a failed asset, a bouncing check, a girl whose own father told her to go to Paris and "beg" the man who had just publicly humiliated her. The girl who wanted to be loved died in that mirror. I realized that if I was going to be sold to save a merger, I was going to sell myself to the one who actually controlled the money. I marched past my parents and walked straight into the VIP holding room. I looked the most powerful man in the room—Jameson’s cold, ruthless uncle, Fletcher Holland—dead in the eye and threw the iPad on the table. "Jameson is gone," I said, my voice as hard as stone. "Marry me instead."
Once Promised to Be the Finest Novel Cover
8.0
In a world of magic and steel, a once-celebrated hero finds himself stripped of his former glory. After the betrayal of those he trusted most, he is forced to navigate a treacherous path of redemption and survival. As he battles formidable foes and uncovers deep-seated conspiracies, an unexpected romance begins to bloom, offering a flicker of hope. He must reclaim his lost legacy while protecting the woman who has captured his heart.
Reborn To Ruin: The Jilted Heiress's Revenge Novel Cover
8.9
I lay on a mildewed mattress in a run-down motel, my body trembling from withdrawal. Once the most feared "Gossip Queen" in Hollywood, I was now a forty-three-year-old ghost staring at a cracked mirror, waiting for the end. The door clicked open, and Brittany Potts stepped in, looking immaculate in a beige trench coat that cost more than my life. She didn't come to help; she tossed a waiver of marital assets onto my bed and handed me a cup of coffee laced with something that smelled like bitter almonds. She laughed, telling me my husband, Bennet, was already in the Bahamas celebrating my death. I froze when I saw the sapphire pendant around her neck—my mother’s necklace, which had vanished the day she died. As the poison began to burn through my chest, Brittany leaned in and whispered her final secret: she was the one who cut the brake lines on the car that killed my father when we were teenagers. My entire life had been a lie. The pills, the scandal, the bankruptcy—it was all a masterpiece of betrayal orchestrated by the two people I trusted most. I died on that filthy floor, suffocating on my own rage and the taste of chemicals, praying for a single chance to make them pay. But when I opened my eyes, the pain was gone. I was sitting in my old bedroom, the morning sun shining on a calendar that read September 15, 2024. My mother’s voice, warm and alive, called me for breakfast from downstairs. I was eighteen again, back in my senior year at Crestview Academy, and the monsters who destroyed me were still pretending to be my friends. This time, I’m the one who holds the shears.