Chapter 1

Dear diary, today is the day I turn 18. The day I clock the legal age. The day I can finally do anything at free will.

And should I be excited. Should I jump around and announce to the whole world that I just turned 18. Should I do whatever I want, treat myself to a nice restaurant, visit the best spa in town for a leg and hand treatment, give myself a shopping date and all other things every girl would do when they finally turned 18.

Especially, as a wolf. It was the year they would finally find their mate and connect to their mates.

However, I'm the total opposite of all of that. Instead of excitement, I feel misery and grief. Instead of sharing the news about clocking my legal age excitedly, I'm hoping nobody finds out about it. Not even my pack friends.

Instead of taking myself on a date and treating myself to nice meals, I had lost my appetite and wouldn't take anything for the rest of the day.

And, it's all because it wasn't just my birthday but also my mother’s death anniversary and one year since I got rejected.

A day of doom, if you ask me.

So, what was there to celebrate? What was there to be excited about?

Five years prior to this day, I lost my mother in a war between a pack and ours. And, a year prior to this day, my mate and my first love rejected me.

Nicholas Weston.

I had always admired Nicholas since 3rd grade. Then, we were seat mates so, I would always steal glances at him whenever I wanted to without being noticed.

In high school sophomore’s year, we sat beside each other, another opportunity to steal glances. And, last year, he was always my project partner and partner in literally everything, even more opportunities to steal glances.

I thought it was weird with the way we were paired together in everything and couldn't just be a coincidence. I knew there was something the Moon Goddess was trying to tell me. And, was I right? He was my mate.

On the night of High School Sophomore Year Prom, I found out he was my mate.

I first excused myself to the restroom and screamed into the mirror for thirty minutes, thanking the Moon Goddess for the blessing.

I was mated to my crush!

Literally anyone would have begged for this and still wouldn't get it. But, there I was, having it sweatlessly.

After that night, I thought Nicholas would approach me since our eyes met when I discovered he was my mate. I assumed he would have figured it out too.

So, I waited for him, imagining me wrapped around his strong arms every night.

And finally, he approached me. Not to break the happiest news to me but the gloomiest news that he didn't have intention of accepting me as his mate.

And, nothing broke my heart than his reasons which were; he was in love with someone else.

My heart broke and shattered. No, I felt it breaking into pieces, leaving nothing untouched. I was broken for months, I couldn't take the scenario off my mind.

But, gradually, I began to outgrow the moment mainly because I got myself a new guy, Henry Colt, an attractive Beta of Dark Moon Pack.

I was an Omega, he was a Beta, total opposite, I know. But, he had approached me himself and asked me out.

I expected him to walk up to me one day and break up with me but he never did. A month passed, and we were still in the relationship.

Two months passed, Henry did nothing but showered me with love. Five months later, I began to wonder if Henry was the man for me. My destined partner.

You know the thing about a second chance partner? Maybe he was the one.

Anyways, our relationship would be a year in two months and I thought it was time to tell him things I kept from everyone around me.

Including my birthday, my mother’s demise and my father remarrying a horrible bitch and her bratty daughter.

So, I made up my mind that immediately after school, I was going to meet up with him and fill him in on that information.

Thinking of Henry and the possibility that I could end up with him brought a smile to my face where I sat during a physics class.

He was a Beta, a soon-to-be Alpha. If things go well, I could be a Luna. A freaking Luna, from an omega.

To be honest, ever since my relationship with Henry became official, all my bullies had barely approached me to disturb me. And, that was authority!

I smiled to myself again.

But, someone nudging me brought me out of my trance, wiping the smile off.

It was Sarah and she held her phone to me, asking me to accept it.

Why was she giving me her phone?

“You might need to see this.”

She said, snickering.

Then, I noticed, every student in the class also had their attention on me. Some of them had a cocky look on their faces, like Sarah, while most of them had a smirk planted on their face.

Curious, I grabbed the phone from Sarah and stared at a screenshot of a chat through her screen.

But, it wasn't just any chat, it was one between a random girl and Henry.

It was a sex chat.

Henry was cheating on me.

No, he had been cheating on me. Their chat started two days after we started dating.

My heart shattered for the second time in two years. My world crumbled and I stared into space, trying to comprehend what I just saw.

“Oops, your spiderman has dumped you like he should and there would be no one to save your low life ass from henceforth.”

Tessa’s familiar voice said from behind and the whole class laughed.

Immediately our physics lecturer walked in, ready to begin the class, I gathered all my books into my bag and dashed out, my eyes watery with tears.

There was no need to confront him. It would only add to the heartbreak I was feeling. It would only add to my piled up trauma.

So, I made it home, towards the pack house.

Home was even worse. I usually don't refer to it as home any longer, I simply just say “the place I live.”

Because, how was it a home with devils living in it? How was it a home when I got tormented there, every single time?

My step sister, Brenda and her mother, Elena, were my worst nightmare.

I remembered attempting suicide several time. And, it didn't help that my father was nonchalant about the whole thing.

Whenever I walked up to him to complain about his wife or Brenda assaulting me, he would dismiss it and call it a lie. So, I stopped. I stopped telling him about it, it was all useless.

However, one day, he witnessed Brenda and her Elena physically assaulting me and vowed to fly me to Paris, for a better life.

When he asked me about it, I told him I was going to think about it because of my relationship with Nicholas at that point. But, since Nicholas had exposed his cheating ass to me, there was nothing to think about.

So, I was going home to tell him the good news about joining him in Paris. Away from the wretched, broken life. Away from my life as a werewolf.

That alone was enough to put a smile on my face as I turned the door knob and pushed the wooden door open.

Brenda was in her room and Elena was in the kitchen, doing the dishes.

I sneaked into dad’s room, tiptoeing to avoid Elena from noticing me.

Dad’s room was empty and I figured he could have stepped out for a minute. But, something glued to the wardrobe had me swirling around and making it towards the wardrobe.

It was a note that had dad’s handwriting and it read; “My life with you in it has always been a burden. Now, I'm going to live a life without burdens like you. Don't look for me. From dad.”

I quickly ripped the paper off and threw the wardrobe door open. My face fell when I found it empty. Everything was gone. His clothes, his bags and even his books. They were all gone. No!

Sitting at the far end of his wardrobe was a passport, my passport. It always sat with dad’s but now, it was alone. Which meant, dad had taken his.

He had gone to Paris all alone, leaving me behind.

I collapsed onto the floor, clasping my pounding head.

Then, Elena walked in.

“Oh, poor thing. I even begged him to take you along but he insisted that he doesn't want a leech with him. Your dad is really a coward. Thank goddess he left, I would have lost my shit thinking about the fact that he was my husband.”

I couldn't pick a meaning out of everything she said. Nothing made sense to me. My world had crumbled again and this time, to pieces, unrepairable. It couldn't be repaired or fixed.

I was numb. All my hopes and dreams came crumbling in just a span of a few minutes.

With shaky legs, I made it out, my lips quivering.

The breeze was chilly but I didn't bother to go back in for my cardigan. In fact, I wished I would just freeze to death.

As I stepped out of the house, I bumped into Brenda on the doorstep. And she got up immediately when she noticed my presence.

I don't know if it was the dizziness I felt but, why was I hallucinating Brenda’s soft smile?

Was she really smiling at me? Brenda? Smile at me?

“Hey, I'm so sorry about what happened.”

Brenda said, in a totally strange tone. The only tone I recognized of Brenda was her cold and fierce tone. Her calm and cool tone was a newcomer so I was confused.

“Should we grab a drink? Calm you down or something? You don't deserve this, you need something to help you forget this horrible thing your father did.”

Okay, can the universe explain to me why the hell Brenda is suddenly nice to me? What was happening?

Anyways, I followed her to the nearest bar. I assumed she was high or she could have come back to her senses and realized she had been cruel to me all along. But, seriously? All of the sudden? Nah, I would vote for the first option - she was high.

We had a drink, got drunk. Werewolves need about 12 bottles of strong liquor to get drunk so, we ordered about 30 of them and Brenda paid for it all. She coerced me to dance and I danced like never before, grinding my ass against every guy’s waist.

I was really wasted at the end of the day and though I noticed Brenda wasn't, even when we ordered 30 bottles, I didn't pay much attention to that.

Instead, I staggered along the street as Brenda supported me with my right hand around her shoulder.

She was right, the alcohol helped because, all I could think of was losing my virginity to a hot guy.

When we got to a scanty neighborhood, no street lamps, no single soul, just Brenda and I, Brenda dropped me onto the ground aggressively, massaging her neck.

“This lowlife bitch was so heavy.”

What? Is the old Brenda back?

But, was she talking to someone? Who was it? I looked to my right, there was nothing but, as I looked to my left, I saw three huge men approaching us.

What was happening?

“Pay is 5,000 dollars. This one is pretty good at domestic work. She does everything. And, in case you need one, she can also offer her body. If she doesn't comply, tie her up with a chain.”

What? What is this about? What is happening?

One of the men dipped his hand into his pocket and stuck out a bundle of money, passing it to Brenda.

Brenda excitedly accepted it and smelled it, giving it a loud peck.

“Wolfless bitch, after all, you weren't so useless. I could use you to replace my wardrobe. Thanks, bitch.”

And, she stalked away, whispering excitedly.

In an attempt to charge after her, to get an explanation of what the hell was happening, one of the men held a bat against me and hit it aggressively at the back of my head, knocking me out of consciousness.