Revenge Of The Broken Luna

Aria Loswana

Sitting down in my small room, I can't help the tears that roll down my cheek. I don't know but I feel like giving up. I feel so lonely and rejected, why do I have to go through all these pains?

( Flashback)

I was coming back from doing one of my Omega duties when I bumped into Lydia, my aunt. She stopped me on the way and started screaming, alerting people's attention, and when she was sure that she had gotten enough attention, she started insulting me saying that my generation will remain an Omega since I'm nothing but a cursed child.

"Aunt stop!" I screamed.

"You have taunted me enough, aren't you satisfied?" I burst out in tears.

"I can never be satisfied till I see you six feet below" She snarled at me.

"Aunt, how could you wish your niece evil, what have I ever done to you to deserve this?" I screamed out my lungs finally letting out all my tears and emotion, but instead, she laughed in a sinister manner, before advancing toward me. She pulled me by the hair, almost injuring my scalp and I winced in pain.

"You did everything to me, your wicked mother took something precious from me, you deserve to die like her!" she screamed and pushed me so hard that I hit my head on the ground.

"I'm not my mother, Aunt. Please stop”

"Ohh shut the hell up!" She backfired at me.

"Curse the day I knew you, Aunt! Curse it!" I cried, spitting out blood.

"You're cursed already, you're nothing but a rejected Omega." She laughed at me and spat at my face before she walked away.

I was made the object of caricature. The people there insulted and laughed at me. I couldn't raise my head as my leg felt stuck to the ground, tears blurred my vision. My whole body felt weak and at that moment I...I just wish I could disappear and never come back. But just like reality, I knew I had to stand up and go home.

I waited till all of the gathered people dispersed to their various directions before I could stand on my feet again. I already lost my strength and having no other choice I staggered back to the packhouse.

( End of flashback)

I look around my small room and sniff in tears. This is the only place that gives me peace of mind, the only place I run to whenever I feel too suffocated to breathe outside. Being demoted to an Omega, because I was seen as bad luck, I feel like I'm cursed from birth. There are so many Omegas in the Golden moon pack, but my aunt made sure I was condemned to the lowest Omega. Everybody makes a mockery of me like each time, every minute, I was regarded as nothing. I have been molested, kicked, head attacked, and rejected. But I will never give up.

My aunt said my mum was a strong werewolf but she was mated to a Rogue and she fell in love with him and married him. My mum died while giving birth to me, and my dad was so heartbroken that he died two months after my birth. My aunt took me in and from that moment, she turned my name to bad luck. She says that I'm cursed and that I killed both of my parents. My mother's best friend came and took me at the age of two, to leave with her after she saw how my aunt maltreated me, but she died in an accident with her husband and children when I turned three years old.

My Aunt went and reported me, a three-year-old child to the Alpha saying that I killed my parents with my witchcraft and also succeeded in killing my mom's friend who took me in. The late Alpha who was the father of our present Alpha was angry, everybody believed I'm a cursed child and for that reason, the late Alpha demoted me to an Omega at the age of three. That day is still fresh in my memory, I might be a kid but I knew my story changed after that day. Tears blurred my vision remembering my pain.

"I have been suffering since I was a child, it's so unfair," I cried, wiping my tears.

Since that day, my real pain began as a demoted and Cursed omega. Right now I can't hold my tears as I reminisced on my past. I held onto the tip of my shirt so tight like a second skin, heart wrecking headache slammed in nearly making me feel dizzy, but I managed to hold on.

People use to curse at me, I have no friends and no one to turn to. I always walk with the hope that maybe, just maybe one day my mate might be the light that will brighten my dull world. I hope that when that day comes, I won't be dead by then….I don't know for how long I could hold onto.

I'm turning eighteen in a few days, I can't help but feel happy finally all my pains are going to be taken away. I'm going to prove them wrong that I'm not a curse nor I'm an Omega. But most of all, I'm finally going to find my mate. I smile wondering what he will look like. I'm going to experience what it feels like to love and be loved. I can't help but ask myself every day I'm I cursed? If so, why?

I sighed, deciding not to fill my thoughts with negativity, I smiled suddenly thinking about my mate... I don't care if my mate is handsome or not, rich or poor. The fact that he will love and appreciate me is enough for me. I don't think I need anything else. The thought of that alone got me smiling.

"Damn!" I exclaimed immediately remembering I'm among those to serve the Alpha King his meal.

Our Alpha is not the kind of Alpha you will wish to know. He's a born Lycan Alpha, one of the most feared and dangerous Alpha you wouldn't want to mess with. He hated Omegas so much. Since I started walking in the packhouse at a young age, I always avoided him knowing he hated the likes of me.

The Alpha King is young if I'm not mistaken, he might be twenty-five. I heard he has not yet found his mate, but he's ruthless. I'm always okay knowing I will never fall on his bad side. He avoids me like a plague with the looks he gives me all the time. I don't know but being an Omega in the Golden moon pack is termed a curse. I'm beautiful, with nice curves, but I was termed a curse to the point my beauty becomes invincible. I was like a plague that's always avoided. I sighed knowing I don't want to be late for the Alpha's meal.

I rush into the bathroom and have my bath. I came out and dried my body, applied my lotion, and wore my slave clothes. I combed my hair and lose it to fall freely, looking at myself in the mirror I can't help the smile that formed on my face. I might have gone through hell but my beauty never fades. I snapped out of my thoughts knowing I don't want to be a victim of Alpha Weywood's wrath. I wore my sandals and dash out of my room.

"All of you join Aria and go set the royal dining," Madam Jolly, the head of the maid instructed us, in the kitchen.

"Aria honey, how are you doing?"

Madam Jolly asked, smiling at me.

"Fine ma," I replied with a smiling face. I don't know why but she's the only one that cares for me. She's the only one that greets me and asks me how I'm doing all the time, and I appreciate that a lot.

We got to the dining and started keeping everything in order. The others set the food while we waited for the Alpha to arrive. He lives with his mother, Queen mother, Hapita. I also heard the Alpha's dad passed away years ago.

Minutes later, the Alpha emerges gloriously. I bowed my head, not wanting to have eye contact with him. I've noticed how he glares at me each time our eyes come in contact and I've always done well to avoid his gaze. With my head bowed, we greeted him, but he never answered as he walked towards his seat which is close to where I stood. The Queen mother replied to our greeting sweetly. She has always been the cheerful type. I don't know but the strong smell of the Alpha's cologne intoxicated me and filled my nose.

"Fucking serve me!" The Alpha's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I flinched and staggered back making me fall on my butt.

Laughter erupted.

"Silence!" He thundered.

I managed to stand up and with shaky hands making sure I avoided his gaze. I carried the plate of stew to serve the Alpha, my hand began shaking so much that the stew slipped and poured on the Alpha's white designer shirt.

"Ah!” A gasp erupted from the maids.

"No….no…" I said inwardly and raised my head only to see the Alpha's eyes had turned red.