Chapter 3
Freya’s POV
I was scared, I knew the happiness that wolves entertain when they finally get to meet their mates. I had never experienced such happiness before. Even when I turned eighteen, I couldn’t feel a mate bond.
The moon goddess had refused to bless me with a mate and I had to serve Zach all my life but yet he despised my mother and I.
Now I was going to be forced by the moon goddess to be the mate of the most ruthless Alpha because I hadn’t seen rejection in his eyes yet.
Everything reminded me of the past, how my mother and I became trapped in Zach’s house.
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Years ago after we were chased away from the Shadow Pack. Zach was the first person we met at the Moon Pack and without hesitation, he accepted us into his house.
That was after he forced my mother to be his mate, and since then, he had constantly abused me and my mother.
The first time he hit me, I was too shocked to cry. It was only a simple mistake, a drop of my porridge on his shirt and immediately, his hands fell on my face.
“You clumsy brat!” He sneered. “You are lucky I accepted you.”
“I will make you suffer, you don't deserve even a meal from this house." He added.
That evening, he threw my plate of porridge to the ground, his eyes filled with anger and frustration.
He would watch me scrub the floors until my fingers bled, and then he would smile, knowing he had broken me a little more.
"You're weak, just like your mother," he'd say, forcing me to endure grueling tasks while the rest of the pack members who knew what he did sneered in amusement.
I had grown up believing I was worthless. That no matter how hard I worked, it would never be enough.
I had to keep moving, I had to survive for my mother's sake.
The bruises became normal. I learned to move quietly, to stay out of his way. But his eyes… those never stopped watching.
Sometimes he even spies on me while I bathe, wanting to have me and my mother at the same time. He also stole my clothes and sold them for little money.
My stepfather, Zach, had refused to let us go. He fought with my mother the night I escaped, their struggle was fierce and desperate.
“Mother…” I called out, my voice trembling as fear surged through my veins.
“Run, Freya!” she screamed, pushing me towards the door.
I couldn’t move. My body refused. My mother stood between me and Zach, the monster who had made our lives unbearable. His eyes were covered with anger.
She was the only person I had left, after my father died. We were supposed to protect each other and that’s how it has always been. But now, she wanted me to leave her behind.
“No,” I muttered, my voice barely above a whisper. “I won’t leave you.”
“GO!” she shouted again, her voice cracking this time.
I could see she didn’t have much strength to hold onto him again, and I knew if Zach managed to break free from her grip, I would be as good as dead.
I hesitated, tears blurred my sight. But when Zach struggled to take a step forward to me, I had no choice but to leave. With the tears that finally broke down from my eyes, I turned and ran out of the room.
A few steps from the main house, I heard my mother scream out loud. I almost turned back but then I realized it wasn’t safe and all of her struggle would go to waste.
Now I was in the middle of nowhere, stuck with Alpha Damien, the leader of the pack we were chased from.
Alpha Damien's voice startled me from the memory that lingered in my head. Maybe from exhaustion, maybe from something else.
“I can’t have you as my mate. Instead you would be my slave and serve under my watch.”
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