Chapter 1

• Maya’s POV
• The only thing worse than being abandoned at birth by parents who don’t think you’ll make a good addition to their family is being dumped in a packhouse full of strangers who don’t even know who you are.
• It’s like being dropped off in the middle of nowhere, without a name or a story-just unwanted.
• They kept me alive while I stayed in the packhouse, but to them, I was an easy target for their cruelty. They didn’t just ignore me, they tortured me, made sport of my suffering. I wasn’t a member of their pack. I was their plaything.
• I always wondered why my parents didn’t just get rid of me before I was born, instead of dumping me in a place where no one cared if I lived or died. They could’ve left me to die in the wilderness, and that would’ve been kinder than what I endured.
• The beatings, the torture, the twisted smiles as they made me scream. I’ve grown numb to it now. I used to feel anger, fear—but now there’s nothing. Just emptiness. It’s easier that way, to not caring if I live or die.
• My name is Maya, and this is my story. My parents weren’t part of this pack, they left me behind, and the former Alpha took pity on me and handed me off to the Monastery.
• I was an altar girl, and not too many people attended the church here because most of the nuns were human.
• They believe in something other than the Moon Goddess, which made them hate me even more. When I turned fourteen in the Monastery, the Alpha gave us permission to go to school with the other pups in the pack.
• This new development didn’t sit well with most wolves, but there was nothing they could do about that.
• At least we didn’t get pushed around and bullied. We were fourteen girls from the monastery, all dumped at birth, and there’s always a short rosary around our neck, and the nuns would tell us to pray to the Holy Mary.
• When I turned sixteen, the Alpha got killed in a battle against another pack and our future changed. The Alpha bloodline was angry with us because our God couldn’t save the Alpha despite him being nice.
• We were converted into Omegas, and the new Alpha sent us to the Omegas quarters. The nuns were ordered to leave the pack, but they couldn’t go with us.
• We were twelve in total and we had to join other existing Omegas. That was when our woes started. I didn’t want a life like this but we had no choice.
• The bullying started but the new Alpha didn’t care, his son was the leader of those bullies. We would get bullied everywhere, even in school. It was something we couldn’t take anymore.
• Two of the girls took poison and we were shocked when the Alpha ordered for their bodies to be burnt and he said poison should be provided to everyone who wanted to die.
• The younger wolves would tease us for weeks and talk about us having a choice to either die or accept fate. No one cared about how they died or the lives of those of us remaining. That seemed like a go-ahead to the other wolves to intensify the bullying. The wolves started bullying us in public and they started a petition that Omegas should be banned from attending school with them and it was granted.
• Riyadh, another girl from the monastery turned twenty and she found out the Beta’s son was her mate. He had bullied her multiple times and each of the bullying ended with her getting marks upon marks.
• The whole pack pleaded with her to forgive him and she refused to be married to him. She insisted she was content being an Omega than spending the rest of her life with him.
• They stopped bullying us for a while since most of their kids are coming of age and finding their mates among Omegas. Riyadh took her own life and the Beta’s son wanted to die. I kind of feel so good about it, don’t misquote me.
• I don’t mean that Riyadh’s death is good but seeing Beta Coleman’s son suffer till the Moon Goddess takes pity on him and grants him a second chance mate.
• I picked up my tired body and approached the Alpha son's suite. Today is Monday, and I dare not get there by 9 pm. The Beta’s son has stopped bullying everyone that comes his way, but the Alpha’s son is still a worse bully.
• He hates me significantly since I told them I can’t shift and I can’t do anything yet. I turned twenty recently, and nothing changed, except I got more bruises on my body, though.
• They host a game every time, and it’s for Omegas. You are forced to fight against each other, and the winner gets one week of freedom while the loser does the work of his opponent and his portion too.
• The bullying of the loser is extreme, considering he still has bruises from the games. The new generation of wolves in this pack is vile, and they are all the same—big bullies with messed-up fantasies of people bowing to them.
• I knocked twice before pushing the door open at his command. Jason sat in the chair, the wall behind him stained with alcohol, and the floor littered with broken glass. No doubt he’d flung the bottle at the wall in another fit of rage. Oh shit. I’m done for tonight. I might die, or I might not; either way, tonight’s going to be bloody.
• Let me tell you a little secret about Jason. Something no one dares say, but I know you won’t tell. He can’t control his Alpha wolf. It’s weak, barely even there. He hides it behind his anger. For someone who snaps at the smallest thing, it makes sense he’d have a wolf that can’t hold its own. That’s why he never shifts in public, his wolf’s tiny compared to his sister’s, and slower too.
• “Crawl on those shards of glass. Now.”
• His voice was filled with a twisted amusement, and my heart dropped. I’d been staring too long at the broken glass, hoping it wasn’t real, but the snicker on his face told me otherwise.
• He really meant it. I took a deep breath, trying to think of something, anything, to get out of this. But then, he stood up from the chair.
• He was coming toward me, and I knew it was only a matter of seconds before he dragged me across the shards himself.