Elizabeth
I am Eliabeth Mason, the abandoned daughter of King Gorgis and Queen Marla of Black Moon Pack. As far as I can remember, I have always been a loner and always felt like an outsider.
Why, you may ask. It was simply because I was an omega; an omega in a family of alphas and to crown it all, an omega daughter of a powerful king whose only pride in life was to parade his beautiful family of alphas to his contemporaries. Can you wonder when I was born an omega nobody wanted me?
For as long as I can remember, I have always been different and my father, the King, hated me more for it. Not only because I was an omega, but because I was different. My eyes would always make people do a double take when they look at me. Everyone shrinks at the sight of me.
I knew everything about everyone. I could read the thoughts of everyone whom I came across with. I could tell exactly what they had been doing or what they were thinking of. And for that, I became an outcast, an omega who could read minds, an omega who could see exactly what would happen tomorrow.
For a long time, I had wondered why the moon goddess should give me a double curse; make me an omega and one with the sights
Why did my family hate me so much? Even though I could see their evil thoughts, and knew exactly what they were thinking, were they not supposed to have taken care of me and loved me ? Instead ,they had bundled me into the human world.
It's been five years, five good years and not a word from anyone . Not even from my own mother who had birthed me. Why? These are the questions I have been asking for years and I have not received any answer.
The visions stopped immediately I set foot on human land. It was as if the moon goddess decided to take away one curse from me. But why did people still run away from me? Why are they still afraid of me
Only the dreams remained. I see myself every time with a powerful alpha, so handsome he takes my breath away every time. His green eyes…. The love that shines through those green eyes, was it for me? Where was he? Why was he taking so long to appear?
As far as I know of my visions , it would certainly come to pass as i pondered all these things, I could not help going back to those times from two years ago, when i had still been carefree, when I had not met Sebesgtaian, my Alpha, my mate or I have I been wrong all along?
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I sat on the porch of my aunt and uncle's house, my gaze fixed on the expansive landscape of West Coast County. The sun dipped low on the horizon, painting the sky in a mesmerizing array of colors that danced across the heavens. Yet, despite the beauty that surrounded me, an emptiness lingered in the depths of my soul.
As I approached my eighteenth birthday, I couldn't help but feel the weight of unfulfilled expectations pressing down on me. Unlike my cousins, who eagerly awaited the awakening of their wolf and the legendary heat of an omega, I remained stagnant, untouched by the primal instincts that governed our kind.
It was a lonely existence, feeling like an outsider in my own family, unable to connect with the essence of what made us werewolves. While they eagerly anticipated their coming of age, I grappled with the uncertainty of my own identity, wondering if I would ever experience the bond of love and companionship that seemed to elude me at every turn.
Sighing softly, I allowed the cool evening breeze to wash over me, soothing the ache of longing that tugged at my heartstrings. Would I ever find my mate, the one who would complete me and set my soul ablaze with passion? Or was I destined to wander through life, forever searching for something that remained just out of reach?
But as the stars twinkled in the night sky, casting their gentle light upon the world below, a flicker of hope ignited within me. Perhaps, just perhaps, my mate was out there somewhere, searching for me as fervently as I searched for them. And until that moment came, I would cling to the belief that true happiness awaited me, hidden within the depths of the unknown, waiting to be discovered in the most unexpected of places.
I wake up, drenched in sweat, heart pounding against my ribcage like a frantic bird trying to escape its cage. The nightmare again. It's always the same. My father's enraged face, the cold dismissal from my family, and that haunting vow. The vow that still sends shivers down my spine.
The clock on my bedside table reads 3:15 AM. I try to steady my breathing, reminding myself that I am no longer in the werewolf world. I'm in the human world now, living with Aunt Fiona and her husband Charles.
My father had ordered her to take me in even when she had no obligation to do so, being that she was no longer part of the werewolf world. She is the only one that has taken care of me all these years.
I was trying to blend in as a high school student. But no matter how hard I try to forget, the nightmares drag me back to that dreadful day.
I throw off the covers and sit up, looking around my small, cluttered room. Posters of bands and celebrities adorn the walls, a desperate attempt to make this space feel like home. But it never does. This isn't my home; it never will be. I am Elizabeth, daughter of the Moon Goddess, and I don't belong here.
Aunt Fiona's house is quiet, the only sound is the distant hum of the refrigerator. She took me in without question, but she never asked about my past. Maybe she sensed that the answers would be too much for her human mind to handle.
I walk to the window and look out at the suburban street, the houses dark and silent. I wonder if they have any idea about the supernatural world that lies just beyond their understanding. Probably not. Humans are blissfully ignorant, living their simple lives without ever encountering the monsters that go bump in the night.
I sigh and turn away from the window, knowing that sleep will not come easily after such a vivid nightmare. I head to the bathroom, splashing cold water on my face in a vain attempt to wash away the memories.
The reflection in the mirror shows a girl with haunted violet eyes and tangled red hair. A girl who has seen too much, endured too much for her eighteen years.
As I make my way back to bed, I think about school tomorrow. Another day of pretending to be normal, of hiding my true nature. But no matter how hard I try to fit in, I can never forget who I am. I am an omega, cast out and forgotten. But one day, they will all remember me. One day, they will regret what they did.
With that thought, I crawl back under the covers, clutching the thin blanket like a lifeline. Sleep, when it finally comes, is fitful and filled with shadows. The morning sun filters through the curtains as I get ready for school, my routine mechanical. Breakfast with Aunt Claire is brief; she's already busy with her paperwork. I slip out of the house, my bag slung over one shoulder, and walk the familiar path to Ridgewood High.
The nightmares still linger, a heavy fog in my mind, but I push them aside. I have to. As I enter the school grounds, heads turn and whispers ripple through the crowd. It's always the same. People are drawn to me, but they fear me too. My eyes—my damned eyes.
They're a deep, unnatural violet, a legacy of my heritage. The color of twilight, with flecks of silver that seem to shimmer in the light, as if they hold the secrets of the universe. They can see through anyone and anything, and everyone knows it.
I walk down the hallway, students parting like the Red Sea, their eyes avoiding mine. I'm used to it by now. It's better this way. Fewer people get hurt. Will I get to live a normal life?