Destined For The Rival Pack

Fiona's POV

Over and over again, the sound of their wicked laughter echoes in my head. It was sharp and cruel. It never stops.

What have I done to deserve this?

Maybe it’s because I’m different. Because I was born wolfless.

In the Bluemoon Pack, being an Omega is already low, but being a wolfless Omega is the worst curse of all. To them, I’m a stain on the pack’s honor, a mistake the Moon Goddess forgot to correct. Everyone tramples over me until I can barely remember who I am. Sometimes I wonder if I ever mattered to anyone at all.

That afternoon, I wandered near the training grounds, where the young wolves were sparring in pairs. For a minute, I imagined I could join them, to fight, learn, and belong. But my fantasy shattered the moment I heard Barbara’s voice slice through the air.

“And what exactly do you think you’re doing here?” she barked, her sharp blue eyes narrowing at me.

I swallowed hard. “I… I wanted to train with my sisters.”

Her laughter was loud enough to draw attention. “Your sisters?” she repeated, feigning shock. “Oh no, darling. You’re not one of us. You’re not even fit to be here.”

The others joined her in laughter.

Barbara’s smirk widened. “You’re nothing but a forbidden fruit, Fiona. I’m surprised the Elders haven’t cast you out yet.”

Her words hit me hard, and I felt my throat tighten. I wanted to fight back, to scream, to ask what crime I had committed just by being born wrong but I had no wolf, no strength, no one to defend me.

Barbara stepped closer, her expression twisting into disgust. “Get back to the kitchen where you belong, wolfless.”

Then she spat at my feet.

They all laughed again as I turned and fled, my vision blurred with tears. I hated that I couldn’t even walk with pride. I hated that the one place I called home made me feel like an intruder.

By evening, I was scrubbing dishes in the kitchen, my fingers felt weak from the icy water. Behind me, Barbara’s voice rang out again.

“That serves you right!” she sneered, walking past. “Lazy thing. How long will it take you to finish the dishes?”

Before I could answer,I felt pain across my cheek. She had slapped me.

“Get out of here!” she ordered.

I help back a sob, clutching the edge of the sink to stay upright.

Then came the next command, the one that would change everything.

“Hey, you!” Barbara snapped. “Alpha Ryan needs his blood drink. Fetch it from the cool box and take it to him. Now!”

“Yes, ma’am,” I whispered.

I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and hurried to the storeroom. My heart raced as I poured the thick crimson liquid into the silver-floral jug, it was the one reserved for the Alpha alone. My fingers trembled as I carried it through the long corridor leading to his chambers.

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